Author's Note:

This was inspired by a photoset I saw on Tumblr. Credit at bottom.

This is what happens when I try to write a story at four in the morning after waking up from a nightmare and getting on Tumblr to calm myself down. Feel free to judge.

Sorry if there are errors. I went over it and fixed a lot but I might've skipped some.

Pre-movie.

Headcanon:

With the help of birds and the wind, Jack Frost learned how to fly.

It had only been a year since he had risen from the icy depths of the lake. Even though the only thing the Man in the Moon had told him was his name, Jack knew that he was supposed to bring winter to the world. Why else would he have been risen from a frozen lake in the middle of December? Maybe that's the way the Man in the Moon works: when he wants someone to do a certain job, he has them born in the environment that he wishes for them to control.

Either way, Jack didn't care - or at least he pretended he didn't. He was just waiting for Freyr to make the day a little more chilly so he could begin his work.

Jack perched on his staff like an owl perches in a tree: silent, unmoving, and waiting. He was getting impatient with the Spirit of Autumn. He had never spoken to Freyr, only seen him from a distance. That was fine with Jack. He didn't need to be friends with Freyr. What he needed was for the autumn spirit to finally give him free reign.

He felt the remaining humidity in the air trail away from his skin. That was his cue.

Jack hopped down from his staff's crook and carried it with him, spinning it slowly. He started tapping on trees and dragging his staff through the grass, coating everything in frost.

As he walked he hummed a tune; he didn't know where he had heard it from, but it was familiar. He continued along his way, tapping at trees, flowers, and grass. As the sun began setting, Jack couldn't help but watch the flocks of geese flying in almost perfect V-formations. He didn't know where they were going, but he did know that they could fly... and he could not. Not very well, at least. Sure, the wind could pick him up and deposit him wherever it wanted, but he could not use it to his advantage like the birds could.

And so it was decided. Tomorrow morning he was going to learn how to fly.

That night Jack did not sleep well. He was too busy frosting things over and thinking about how he was actually going to learn how to fly. Just the thought of flight made his head hurt. How could a human being, weighing at least one hundred pounds, defy the laws of gravity and just fly?

It probably had a lot to do with him being a spirit.

Jack was so deep into thought that he didn't realize the sun had risen. He had worked and thought through the night! That wasn't going to help him focus at all.

Before he knew it, the moment had arrived. He was going to fly - or at least attempt to. He stood at the edge of a cliff that overlooked nothing but forests and mountains. It really was a beautiful sight.

Jack aimlessly spun his staff in his hand, staring ahead of him. How exactly was he going to fly? Did he just jump and hope for the best? Did he ask the wind for help?

He continued watching the birds. All they did was flap their wings and they were flying. Maybe he had to flap his arms as if they were wings and he would fly, too? It couldn't hurt to try.

Jack took a few steps back and inhaled deeply. He prepared himself then ran, but just as he was about to jump off the cliff, he had second thoughts. Jack skidded to a halt and flailed his arms around wildly, shrieking. Unfortunately, he had gained too much momentum and tumbled down to the earth below.

Jack couldn't help but think that this was how he was going to die: falling from a cliff.

As Jack was falling, he saw the birds flying all around him. They didn't seem to even notice that they were flying. They were just doing it as if it were nothing, as if it were second nature. Jack mimicked the birds - he formatted himself into a stabilized position, keeping a close eye on the birds. They had their wings out; Jack spread his arms out. They banked left, Jack banked right behind them.

He interfered with their V-formation but they didn't seem to care. The geese were just squawking and flying.

It wasn't long before Jack was falling again. He couldn't keep himself stabilized long enough to actually remain in the air! He looked up at the sky and begged the moon to keep him from falling to the rapidly approaching earth below him.

Jack closed his eyes and prepared himself for the imminent thud! that would signify him hitting the trees and falling do the dirt. He shrieked again when he felt himself being propelled back into the air by an incredibly powerful gust of wind. Jack was heaving uncontrollably as he stared out at the scenery before him. He was once again at the same altitude of the geese flying to their destination.

Jack couldn't help but laugh. He looked around him in disbelief, wondering how he was able to float so easily but struggled to fly.

Then it clicked. Jack understood that the reason he wasn't able to fly for such a long time wasn't because he didn't know how... it was because he just wasn't doing it right.

He had spent days watched the birds, the way they flew, the way they turned left and right. He had assumed they were in control of the way they were flying. But he realized they weren't in control. The wind was in control. They were flying because the wind allowed them to. The wind was behind their flying abilities the entire time!

Jack shook his head at himself for being so foolish. He should have known.

After being deposited gently to the surface, Jack decided to try again at flying - this time allowing the wind to control him, not vice versa.

He saw a flock of geese swimming in a lake and slowly stalked them. Once he reached the edge of the lake, he squatted and waited - waited for the moment when the breeze was perfect. When it finally arrived, Jack took off running across the lake, a path of ice forming underneath him and barely keeping his body from falling into the icy water.

The birds squawked and flew into the air, flapping their wings violently.

Jack raised his staff into the air and a gust of wind lifted him high into the sky. He balanced himself, spreading his arms as if they were wings themselves. This time, however, he allowed the wind to control his direction, speed and movements.

The feeling he had was surreal. It felt like nothing he had felt before. His hair was being whipped back and forth, but he didn't mind. The way the wind rushed past his face and completely encased his body was magical. He felt alive, free. Like nothing else mattered anymore.

Jack let out a cheer of excitement and pride. He felt safe when he allowed the wind to carry him through the clouds and across the sky. The smile on his face widened when he made another realization: he had made his first friend.

A/N:

Credit for headcanon: dreamworksanimation . tumblr (dot com) /post/35788579009/how-did-jack-frost-learn-to-fly-heres-learning

I didn't know how else to credit it, sorry.

Thanks for reading.

Also, it's up to you if Jack found the books he had initially been looking for. I personally like to think he didn't find them. Haha.