Sometimes, he wanted a different life, with responsibilities family and friends. At other times, he felt that his life of fun, pranks and games was truly great, and did not need to change. Either way, he felt unfulfilled and alone.
After all, what else could an orphan with "winter" powers do with his life?
Once upon a time, Jack Frost had been a lively and fun teenager, with parents, a sister and friends. Everything had changed, the day he had plunged into the ice to save his sister.
His family had mourned him, his friends had forgotten him, and he had seen this all, stuck as he was under the ice.
Back then, he had had a lot of time to think. Why was he still alive? Why had nobody noticed? Why didn't he want anybody to notice?
When he had finally been able to leave the ice prison he had become trapped in, all the people he had known had been gone for while, and he had found himself imbued with these unusual capacities.
This had not endeared him to those around him - appearing as a poor orphan boy arriving from who knows where and playing pranks on everybody might not have been the best way to approach them but it was the only way he knew how.
Jack missed his family and friends, and so he frequently observed others with their family and friends. On a few occasions, people had noticed from the frost on the windows that he had been looking in, and he had been awarded a few pitying glances - those, he could do without.
Watching others allowed him to feel more human, and warmed his heart when he started to feel cold and isolated.
On one such occasion, as the snow became stronger, comng from the mountains (the best time to people watch, in his opinion), a fair haired woman, dressed very lightly came down from the mountain. He saw her from a distance stand in front of a home and watch the people inside wistfully, and he saw himself in her. Over the next few snowstorms, he kept an eye out for her, and watched her as she came and went.
He finally decided to announce himself on christmas day, as she was watching his favourite family through their window.
"Heart warming, ey?"
She spun around and looked at him. He took this chance to study her too. She looked a little older than him, and had a noble air about her.
She blinked and nodded - he took this as a sign to continue.
"You've come down a few times on snowy nights - it seems we have the same hobbies..." he smirked at this phrasing - it made him sound like a stalker...
She raised her head - her eyes flashed in the moonlight - a brilliant blue he knew could be found in his own. The blue of winter shadows on the snow.
"Which hobbies do you speak of?"
"Watching people." He leaned down, against the window and looked in at the family. The kids sometimes played with him, and he was happy to see they had gotten the sleds they had asked for.
"The warmth they display in cold weather really has no match"
His breathing was starting to make small ice cristals appear at the window, so he quickly moved away.
She turned to the window and frowned. Afraid she had seen the frost that had appeared on the window, Jack decided to retreat for the day, and left, floating like a snowflake on the last wind of the snowstorm.
