Jack liked to be creative.

He had to be, really. If he hadn't been able to come up with things for himself to do and games to play, he'd have gone insane during the three hundred years he spent in solitude. He had absolutely no one to talk to but Wind, which was nice of course, but it left the desire of someone talking back. He replaced this with playing his games, coming up with new designs for snowflakes (because every single one had to be different gosh darn it!), and thinking of new frost patterns. He enjoyed coming up with new ways to get from place to place as the world's need for snow changed day to day.

All of these things, all these games and activities done in solitude, continued after The Battle of Easter and his becoming the Guardian of Fun. Even after being able to be seen by kids, Jack still found himself going off alone to wind down, to relax in these quiet ways to entertain himself. At first, the spirit had been ecstatic to play with kids around the globe and actually interact with them, and he still was!

But as time went on, he grew very tired from so much interaction; he did not know how exhausting it was when one wasn't invisible anymore. He couldn't help it; he was part introvert, a result of his solitude, and when he thought about it, he didn't mind it too much.

It was during one of these evenings that Jack spent with silence that he came up with a new idea. Okay, well it wasn't completely new; he hadn't played around with it in such a long time, he'd nearly forgotten the concept. At the time of its original proposal in his mind, he hadn't had the power to keep the frost so solid in form. Perhaps now that he had believers, he had more power…

The winter spirit tugged his blue jumper over his head, pulling it off with ease before he set it on one of the rocks surrounding the pond on which he stood. His feet were bare as they always were, his toes curling against the ice beneath them in only minor anxiety. His fear of the water was now understood and still remained, but dimmed greatly by the solid surface between Jack and the water below.

He looked himself over, examining his canvas, and pulled the brim of his trousers down just a tad until they rested on his boney hips. His ghost white skin looked almost transparent, stretched over his ribs that he could easily count at they ran down his torso. Normally he would frown at this, curse the fact that he would never be able to gain any weight to make him look less like a skeleton walking, but today he smiled. After all, it was a perfect blank slate. He thought about what he wanted to do over and over, picturing every single streak in his mind, playing their creation on repeat until he gave a nod, his smile growing.

And with one touch of his index finger on the surface of his cold skin, he began.

Swirl after swirl of frost appeared over his skin as he brushed his finger along, dancing across his torso, down his arms, and up his neck. Intricate patterns spiraled and formed before his very eyes, which gleamed in excitement and joy as he watched his masterpiece take form on his body. He wanted to laugh, enjoying every tickle his frost sent shivering along his nerves, but he remained still, only his smile that grew wider and wider with every strand of ice a clue to his emotions of happiness.

With every touch, every swipe of his finger, Jack added to the design. He stood perfectly frozen, focused and aware of every single line that spread across his skin. He felt them reach his face, crystalizing along his cheek all the way back down to his fingertips. His shoulders held the beautiful ferns of frost, creating a path for the ice to travel onto his back that soon was no longer bare. He finally let out a laugh, unable to keep his joy inside as the sensation of his ice running along his skin.

And then, he felt the frost trials come to an end, spiraling out into their final positions before crystalizing solid.

Slowly, he shifted, and tested out the frosts' flexibility to movement. He held his breath, expecting his creation to shatter at any instant.

But it didn't, instead it held its form beautifully as it glistened in the last rays of sunlight. Jack smiled and let out the breath he'd held before quiet, soft giggles began to bubble from him. He couldn't help it; he loved it. It'd worked!

"Ha! Sweet!" He said to himself, hushed and quiet but filled with excitement. His power was getting stronger; who knew what'd he'd be able to do as belief in him grew even more! So many possibilities, so many things he'd tried over the past three centuries, whether they had been little ice statues, attempting to create movable images in his frost…they could all be possible now.

Belief is powerful. Jack thought, grinning ear to ear as he picked up his jumper and tied it around his shoulders. About time I see what I can do.

He grabbed his staff from where it had been rested against the rocks, the comfort of the wood in his hands filling him with a sense of ease. He wanted to try it all. The only limit now was just how many ideas he could imagine.

And how much be believed in his creativity, and himself.

AU; I don't even know. I think Jack would mess around with his powers on a smaller scale every now and then, I mean, he needs practice to perfect his frost right?

I promise I'm working on wrapping up the Curiosity arc, I keep getting distracted. And I know I promised that oneshot for the 150th reviewer, but your request is proving hard to fill. And I'm behind on my art, so I'm a bit stressed on that. And my stories which are like, dead. And throw in my offline life crap...just, shoot me.