hey there heartbreakerninja here
sorry it took a while the plot bunnies got a hold of me and would not let go till this thing go written. as i said earlier these were suppose to be happy dabbles. cute and fluffy and just a bit goofy. this dabble is none of those things. its pretty much all angst. i tried to make it happy and it just wasnt haveing it. so i had to post it after that.
anyway
i like it even though its not a happy one shot. it came out pretty interestingly. hope you enjoy the next one shot based on the vocab word grow.
see ya in the next chapter
heartbreakerninja
Grow
All things grow up.
Flowers grow up, grass grows up, buildings grow up, animals grow up, and people grow up. All things grow up. They grow in maturity, in height, and in age. All things grow up.
Jack would never grow up.
It was physically impossible for the immortal frost child to grow any taller, to grow any older, or for his maturity to grow any farther. Jack was eternally stuck as a lanky, small for his age, long limbed, 14 year old. He would be forever set at the age where changes were starting and emotions ran ramped without much provocation.
If he had been human and had lived another year he would have been old enough to start to learn how to take his father's place in their village. He would have started to grow facial hair as well as muscle tone. He would have been at the age or starting to be interested in girls and looking for a potential wife. He would have been able to overcome the awkward stage of becoming a teenager with help from friends and family.
Jack never had the chance.
He was stuck with a blessing as well as a curse. A double edged sword if you will. Sure he would forever have the innocence of a child; the wonder, the joy, and the dreams. But without the ability to grow into adulthood there wasn't much room for much hope. Maybe that was why he and Bunny were always at odds. Jack just didn't have it in him to hope for much anymore. Being basically alone for 300+ years would do that to anyone but it was even more detrimental to a child. No creature; be it an animal, human or spirit, was created to live alone for any long period of time.
Wolves ran in packs, deer in herds, geese in flocks, and humans in groups. There is always strength in numbers. A group can accomplish what no one person can do alone. There is safety in numbers.
Jack never had that comfort.
In the 300+ years he was alive as an immortal not many other spirits wanted to have anything to with him. Even before all the pranks, not one soul really showed him any compassion or lent a helping hand. He was left to figure everything out on his own. It was only a matter of time before something like the blizzard of '68 happened. A total accident but no one was going to take it as that especially the Easter Bunny. One thing you don't do is mess with another spirits holiday. Especially if said spirit is 7 ft. tall, has nerves of steel, a master in the martial arts, and is an angry rabbit with an Australian accent, packing a pair of deadly boomerangs to boot. Yeah not exactly the best idea accident or not. Not that anyone told Jack that. Like everything else he had to figure that out for himself; by himself.
Jack was alone.
Jack went through 300+ years on his own. He had the wind, North Wind to be exact. She, at least, was his constant companion. Unfortunately you can't actually "touch" the wind. The wind could hold him in her embrace as she carried him around the world but it wasn't the same as a tangible hold. She could touch him, hold him, and carry him but Jack couldn't do the same. North wind was an invisible force that though was always with him, he could not see. He could speak with her but she could not speak to him. That didn't mean they couldn't convey what they wanted the other to know. Somehow Jack could sense what North wind wanted to tell him. They had a bond that went beyond understanding. No other spirit communicated with the wind like Jack could. Sure other spirits could be carried by the wind but only Jack could understand the wind.
Jack would never know but he was North winds favorite passenger.
All the other spirits were much older than Jack both in immortal years and physical years. They didn't have the childish nature that the young Frost child had. They didn't enjoy being thrown through the air or being skyrocketed across the globe like Jack did. They like their flight smooth and as controlled as possible. Very boring in North Winds opinion. Jack liked being tossed and thrown from one end of the globe to the other. He didn't mind being dropped from 10 thousand ft in the air just to be caught and flown to safety mere inches from the ground. It was exhilarating. It was a rush that never ceased to clear all his worries and loneliness from his mind for a few moments and allowed the North wind to help him enjoy life for a few moments. Just long enough for her to see an actual, sincere smile light up his pale face. Not one of his half hearted, hide all the pain inside kind of smiles but actual worries free smile of true innocence. He was her child. The son she would never be able to have. She loved him and adored him and would be there for him always.
No Jack would never change. No he would always be a lanky, small for his age, long limbed 14 year old. He would always be a prankster, fun loving, and a young winter spirit.
He would always be a prankster, fun loving young winter spirit.
Jack would never grow up.
