A/N: Hello all you wonderful, wonderful people out there! Thank you so much for the reviews (replies below)! To be honest, I wasn't sure if anyone would like this but I'm glad to see it's worth following. Today, I'm planning on posting two chapters. A little oneshot here, and then the start of an arc. Hopefully I can pull the plot together into something presentable. Ah well, we'll see how it goes. This one is less fluffy.
Thanks to Cassia T, AngetianPrincess18, mandamichelle, Live How You Want To Live, ieatlorriesforbreakfast, PrincessRakka, and EmotionalDreamer101 for the faves/follows! You people are amazing. I apologize for any misspellings of names.
Magiccatprincess: Yes, yes he is. A Guardian of Fun is expected to be when it comes to pranks!
Live How You Want To Live: As would I. It's too bad we couldn't see anything like that in the movie. Glad you liked the chapter!
I now present to you Chapter 4! And for clarification, the spirits aren't actually the wind's children. She just calls them that.
Chapter 4: Gone with the Wind
Pre-movie
The Wind had many children. Many playful sprites and spirits loved to ride her currents throughout the world and she took great pleasure in carrying them to all corners of the Earth. But of all of her dear spirits who she watched over, one in particular stood out from the others. The young winter spirit had bonded with her almost as soon as he had risen from the frozen pond, and she had eagerly taken him for his first ride in his strange, new life. He was far more polite than the others, always respectfully requesting her for assistance in travelling around and seeing the world. The others had lost that as they had become used to her presence over hundreds of years. That's why she always took pleasure in new spirits.
Jack Frost was unusual from other spirits, as the Wind soon found out. Instead of turning to other spirits for companionship in his first decades of life, he turned to the humans. What he saw in those grounded bi-pedals, she didn't know, but he was always so desperate to get their attention first. Later on, he would eventually turn to the other spirits, but they rejected his attempts of friendship quickly as he soon gained a reputation of being a troublemaker.
For three hundred years, Jack had only one friend. The Wind. She was one of the few constants in his life, along with his lake and staff. She saw his loneliness and always did her best to blow away the frozen tears as he mourned his lack of companionship. The Wind would always do her best, but even she knew she was no substitute for a friendly hug, an inside joke, a pat on the shoulder. She knew Jack longed to reach out and not go straight through someone. She sensed his desire to feel a touch of friendship, instead of the blows of an enemy spirit. But she did not abandon him, even when he felt he was alone. Through the hardships of his life, she was there for him and he knew it.
Jack Frost could speak to the Wind, but she could never talk back. Her means of communicating were a gentle breeze, a fierce gale, or the tiniest gust of wind that would caress and comfort. She could bring a smile to his face when he was sad, but it never lasted for long. It would soon slip away, and his true emotions would emerge on his face. The Wind knew him better than anyone. She could recognize his various masks, his smiles to cover up his pain, and his small, rare smiles of true happiness that never fully disappeared. This amazed the Wind more than anything. Many, many other spirits she had known had faded from their existence after centuries of bitterness and frustration at being separate from the human world, but not Jack. He accepted his life and tried to make the best of it. Even when others turned their backs on him, he still found ways to smile.
While other spirits had fairies, or pixies, or little minions, Jack had the Wind. True, she didn't belong solely to him. She aided any spirit who required her assistance, but a large part of her spiritual heart belonged to the little winter spirit. She happily blew him along like a snowflake as he spread gentle snowfalls and fierce blizzards all over the globe. When he started a snowball fight, she would blow just a little harder to give the white ball the perfect trajectory to hit its target. When he was walked through by giggling children who had no idea of his existence, she would fly him away and comfort him through the tears and the pain. When he got into any sort of mischief, the Wind would help his pranks go off perfectly. Other spirits marveled at how lucky he was and how he rarely got caught, but he knew who to thank. The Wind was the perfect accomplice and partner in crime.
They were more similar than people realized. Jack, like the Wind, never liked to be cooped up or stay in one place for long. They were both free spirits who went where they wanted and no one could stop them. Unceasing energy carried them around the globe as they flew to every wonderful site. The Wind was sometimes unwanted and blocked out by others, just was Jack was among both spirits and humans. Doors would slam shut, windows locked, and people would hurry away from the sudden cold or gust of wind. But in the end, that didn't really matter. They had each other throughout the years and that would never change.
The Wind wanted only one thing for Jack. She wanted to see him with a family again, with people who could make him laugh and comfort him when he cried. But she knew that for now, she would have to be his family. A mother, father, brother, and sister all in one. But one day, Jack would get that again. The Wind would make sure of it. However, until that day came, she could take him wherever he wanted and he would be gone, gone with the Wind.
A/N: I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, but I wanted to focus on Jack's relationship with the Wind. I'm sorry if it felt a bit disconnected. It was kinda hard to make it flow. I hope you like it, and don't forget to review!
