There was laughter in the air. Literally. No one could see him, but a white haired boy with a crooked staff was speeding through the night air. As he passed things below him would get frozen. A man carrying groceries slipped on some ice that hadn't been there before. A kid drinking water from a water fountain found his tongue stuck to a stream of ice.
The frosty haired kid just laughed as he cause mischief and mayhem. Papers blew out of a nearby window and as the man inside groans, the kid grabs hold of a lightning rod and surveys his work. Behind him, hidden in a large conifer tree, two purple eyes blink at him.
"Where is she?" the kid asks himself as he looks around the town. A snowball suddenly hits him in the back of his head. He turns around and looks at the empty, roof. Where had the snowball come from? Another hits him from behind and he spins around, but no ones there. "Trin," He starts, cautiously, "where are you?"
Suddenly, a cloaked person shoots up in front of him from the edge of the building. "Race you home, Brother." a female voice laughs from the depths of the hood and a slender, white hand pushes the cloth back. A pair of laughing, purple eyes lock onto him. The girl was about the same age, with turquoise hair that disappeared into her cloak. Her pale, freckled, flawless face, seemed to glow in the light of the moon. "Scared I'll win again, little brother? Or that you won't be able to control the wind?"
"In your dreams, sis." the kid laughed. "and I'm not your little brother!"
"Course you are, Jack." She teased. "Didn't you know?" With that she jumped off the roof and yelled, "Wind! Get me home before Jack!" and she soared away.
Jack grinned, "You're not going to win that easily, Trinity. Take me home wind!" and off he flew, after his sister.
It was still dark when they reached Burgess. Both of them were head-to-head in a mad race to reach the pond first. They zoomed though the town, a harsh wind following them. Snow started to fall heavily. The two spirits were almost there. You could see that they were pushing their limits to reach home before the other.
The pond was in sight and neither one seemed to be in the lead. Then, Jack pulled ahead and reached for a branch that would mean his victory, but his sister intercepted him and grabbed the branch a second before Jack. "Yes!" She shouted. "Finally! I beat you!" She danced around the pond in victory, frost spreading from her bare feet.
"Yeah, yeah. You finally won." Jack said, But then his voice perked up. "But you won't next time!" He laughed as she threw some snow at him.
"Come on Jack, You want to give the Burgess kids a day off of school?" She asked him.
"Yeah! They haven't had a snow day in weeks! How could we forget them like that? Going to school is torture and we just left them there!"
"Oh, stop being such a drama queen. Now we just have to give them enough snow. What would that be... six inches? ten inches? Lets do ten inches and then keep it snowing slightly. That sound good, Jack? Jack? Jack!" Tess whipped her head around, searching for her brother. "Oh! whatever, just go ahead and ignore me, why don't ya." She grumbled. The spirit started showering the town in snow.
Trinity flew around Burgess, looking for Jack. After they had finished with the snow storm last night, they had gone back to the pond and she had gone to sleep in one of the trees. When she woke up a few hours later, Jack was gone. At first she didn't do anything about it. Just hung around the pond making ice figures and new frost patterns. But Jack never came back, so she went looking for him. That was over a hour ago and she still hadn't seen even a glimpse of him. "Drat you, Jack." She muttered, angrily. "Where are you and what have you done this time."
The last time this happened, he had caused the blizzard of '68. On Easter Sunday. The Easter bunny had been so mad! It was kind of funny watching him rant at Jack, but then he rounded on her and started yelling about irresponsible eternal teenage spirits who don't know anything. Of course that started a big fight between Jack and Bunnymund. They still hate each other.
With a groan she turned around and flew toward the pond. She was not going to deal with this stuff right now. If Jack wanted to annoy yet another spirit, he was going to do it on his own. She had to make sure all of the ponds and lakes had enough ice on them so kids who went on the ice wouldn't fall in.
As she flew past one of the busy streets she heard yelling and screaming. Hoping that Jack didn't have something to do with it, she followed the screams to the statue in the middle of town. There she saw a kid flying through the air on a sled. As she came to a stop, he staggered upright, only to get hit by a sofa.
A familiar moan caught her attention and she saw Jack floating near the statue. As the kid started talking about the Tooth Fairy, she heard him groan again and start trying to talk to him. But when the boy walked through him she saw Jack's shoulders slump in defeat.
When the Wind had told them that people had to believe in order to see us, they had been fine. But over the centuries, he started to try and get people to believe in him. He would create elaborate frost patterns on the windows, he would cause it to snow on sunny days, he would even take kids on wild sledding rides, apparently. But nothing ever worked.
Wether or not people believed in her never bothered Trinity. She never showed herself to other spirits unless she had to. Most spirits didn't even know she existed, and she liked it like that way. The less people who knew, the more people she could prank. The best part is that they would blame her brother. Who she really needed to find before he gave Burgess a blizzard. Sighing she flew off after him.
She found him back at the pond. She landed next to him an the branch and decided not to bring up the sledding catastrophe, saying instead, "You know, you should have left me a message or something, to let me know when you were going to come back so I didn't have to go looking for you." Jack laughed. Trinity could feel the snowball fight coming on.
True to her thoughts, a snowball hit her in the back of the head as soon as she turned around. What ensued would have been called the snowball fight of the ages, if anyone had been able to see it.
