Snow Doesn't Care What It Touches

Artemis hurried home, she didn't dare look at the book as it was tucked into her backpack neatly. What really intrigued her was what the book displayed on the guardians she had still yet to meet completely. What had seemed to really catch her attention was what the book seemed to display Jack as. Rushing through the doors of her room she threw her bag on the bed and immediately went back down stairs for food.

Coming back with a full stomach, she entered her bedroom to find a familiar figure standing in her bedroom. Head down he was staring at an object he held in his free hand, while his other was holding his staff.

"Jack!?" She questioned at him, he didn't move an inch. He was too focused on what he was holding in hand to even notice anything else that may be happening. She approached more and tried to look around him, not having to as he turned to face her. His face was pulled down, eyes scanning, reading a book of some sort. Her book to be in fact, hes face turned into a scowl, then his eyes and head drew back to look at her,

"Where did you get this?" He asked rather coldly. She looked at him with a tinge of surprise.

"Y-You went through m-my stuff?!" She asked more concerned with what Jack did in her room when she wasn't present. He could have spit on the book, he despised it.

"What does it matter anyway?" Artemis asked, he looked at her with wide eyes slightly. Not even aware he was Frost over the book. The sudden noise of it brought Artemis to look down and lunge at it.

"What are you doing?!" She asked somehow swiping it from him. The ice pierced her skin slightly but she remained having her eyes locked on Jack. He turned his head down as his body then swerved to face the open doors.

"Do what you want" He said before jumping out the door, she called for him but he ran down the suburban streets and into the woods. Artemis ran after him and only got a glimpse as he ran off. She seemed as if she were going to jump off and go get him. But instead, her hand twitched from holding the half frozen book. Quickly taking it in her other hand, she glanced back out before heading back into her room.

Putting on some warm gloves, she sat on her bed and opened the book. Immediately falling onto Jack's page. There she read, even through as some as the ice covered the words.

Jack Frost

It is said that it takes the form of a male, or is a male spirit. Traveling the world without care, he brings the torment of winter around.
He is said to also be the cause of all bad luck in crops, water, and villages.
While on his journey, some say that children can see him since their hearts are pure.
After he leaves, the children then in turn die of a broken heart, which some believe to come in many forms.
Frost bite, RSV, Fever and Cold, Hypothermia and other illnesses.
In some cultures, Jack is considered to be of fun, but as well as bad luck. He brings more bad than good.
In one or two cases, Jack is believed to eventually find a wandering and innocent soul.
To whom he would then take with him to his world, and make the soul his bride.
And after the soul has carried his off spring, he would in turn stab the soul through the heart.
Taking it and giving it to the child and sending it back to the normal realm.
There the child would grow and eventually die.
It was not put clear on this however, some say once he finds the soul all will be good again.
Others believe Jack is to remain alone forever, searching for that soul.
But that the soul had already fallen in love with another.
During this time of searching, Jack will visit children in hopes of them seeing him.
Most can not due to them not believing in this spirit.
It is not clear of which folklore is most popular, other than the myth that goes around today.
Jack Frost, also known as Jokul Frosti, or Old Man Winter bring the cold winter around.
Giving plants time to rest, and children the happiness of snow.
This would actually turn out to be then only good folklore of this spirit.
Jack Frost was also said to-

Artemis stopped reading as the ice appeared to thick on the page. The ice would perhaps never melt to her disbelief. She would understand why Jack may have been upset by this book, but she had no idea why he had run off like that. Hoping he would show again in the morning, Artemis tossed the book to the floor, removed her gloves and crawled into bed.