Jack Frost was bored.
It wasn't something new. He was bored a lot, especially in the warmer months. It was the middle of November, and it was still pretty warm outside and so he couldn't manage to work up a good snowstorm yet.
He sighed and rode the winds to Jamie's house, even though he knew Jamie couldn't play today. Jamie had the flu, and so did some of his other friends. All the others where on fall break vacations.
Jack slowed down and approached the boys 2nd floor window. He peered inside of his room, checking for the boy. The walls where covered in tons of crayon pictures of him and Jack and other guardians together. One was of tooth smiling brightly and one was of little baby tooth (there where next to each other, naturally). There was Bunnymund hiding eggs and one of North with his swords in the air. There where a few of sandy even. But most of them where of Jack.
Jack smiled. He could tell that there where lots of new ones. Jamie must be keeping busy while he's stuck in bed sick.
Jack looked at the bed and saw Jamie's sleeping figure hidden under many blankets, his mop of brown hair peeking out the end. His blankets rose and fell with each breath that he took in his dreamlike state. Dreamsand floated over his head. Jack had told Sandy about Jamie and his friends being sick and so he made sure that they always had good dreams; night or day. He was currently dreaming of a snow day with Jack and all of his friends.
His bed was surrounded by tissues and he had multiple medications on his nightstand, as well as a puke bowl. Jack frowned. He felt so bad for Jamie, but he couldn't help him. He had to stay warm, and so Jack had to stay outside.
He touched the window, leaving a trail of frost where his finger made contact with the glass. He wanted Jamie to know that he had come to check on him, it would cheer him up. He covered the whole window with beautiful designs, knowing that Jamie would know that it was his doing.
Jack sighed and flew up to the roof. He paced the roof's carrot top for a moment. He had lots of friends now, but he just wished he had a friend that could fly with him places. It got boring bringing winter to the world alone.
A breeze came by and Jack smiled. He did have a friend today after all!
He tilted his head to the sky and stopped."Hey wind!" He yelled.
The breeze picked up as if to say, 'where to Jack?'
"Surprise me!" He said with a laugh.
There was silence for a moment as if the wind was deciding where to take the boy. Then Jack was roughly whisked off of his feet into the sky. He rode the winds jerking currents with ease, laughing as the wind took him to an unknown spot.
Suddenly the wind changed direction, taking him to the ground. He landed easily with a crunch in the some snow, and looked around confused. What was this place? Was he at the south pole? He couldn't be! He hadn't been flying for long, so he mustn't have flown far from Burgess.
Jack hadn't made the first snowfall yet. He was saving it for a different day, when Jamie felt better. Then how could it be snowing right now, so close to Burgess?
The snow was deep too. Like, a foot and a half deep. It must have been falling for hours! How did he not know about this? He controlled the winter elements!
He took off, up to the sky so he could see where the wind had taken him.
He looked around, and what he saw startled him. He wasn't far from his lake! And Burgess was right over there, in the opposite direction. Where did this freak snowstorm come from?
He flew back down to the huge field and touched the snow. It was really soft, and really clean. That was strange, the first snow was usually dirty because it collected all of the pollution and dragged it down to the ground. But this stuff was bright and clean, like it had been falling for weeks!
He furrowed his brows. What was going on? Had it been snowing here for that long? He hadn't visited the lake in months. He frowned and whispered, "What the crap?"
He flew to the edge of the clearing and the sight stopped him dead in his tracks. There was a large oak tree directly in front of him, and its branches where bare. But that wasn't what startled him.
The tree was completely covered in ice, from the base of the trunk to the topmost branch. It looked almost as if it was made of ice. The light was hitting it just right, and it sent rainbows from the branches onto the pure white snow on the ground. It was so beautiful it couldn't be expressed in words. But there was something about it, it was so bright and pure that Jack knew that it was magic.
Jack was so startled by its beauty he had to step back. He had never been able to do anything like this! But who could have? He was the only winter guardian besides North, and North didn't have control over winter elements.
Then he heard something. A voice, coming from the tree of ice.
And it was singing.
