So this one is irrelevant to my fic as well but hey, drabbles right? (Although I did reference this movie in my story but nyah)
So if you haven't watched the 1996/7 Jack Frost movie you will be VERY confused. But you can just be entertained by the general concept without really getting the reference and that's still fun :D
His intentions had been good, wasn't that enough?
After centuries of hearing carols and tales of Frosty the Snowman, Jack had become curious. Was it possible to actually bring a snowman to life? He had after all brought simpler things to life like drawings of bunnies in frost.
With this confidence in mind, Jack set out to build the perfect snowman, going so far to as to craft some semblance of hands instead of shoving branches into their sides. Donning the sculpture with a scarf, carrot nose, coal eyes, and some twigs for eyebrows, he gave his creation a satisfactory nod.
With a bit of coaxing, the snow shuddered to life.
Jack gave a whoop of joy. 'It's alive!'
'The fuck are you going on about pixie?' The snowman shot back.
His initial reaction was now replaced with confusion. 'What?'
'Oh great. He's frozen by his own stupidity,' the snowman cackled, 'It almost wouldn't be ice to just kill you!'
'Wha- Hey!' Jack tumbled out of the way of the icicle projectile fired by the snowman with murderous intent. 'What the heck are you?!'
'What?' the snowman fumed, 'More like who! I'm the great Jack Frost: murderer extraordinaire! Jack is nimble, Jack is quick! Jack gouges out eyes with candlesticks!'
Before Jack(not the snowman) could further attempt the situation he had exactly gotten himself into, the snowman burst forward with incredible speed, attempting to latch onto his neck with their snowy hands.
'Wind!' he yelped, flying up into the air. Dodging the lethal snowballs flying left and right, he quickly yelled, 'Take me to Pitch!'
To be continued…?
