Flying was the most difficult task for a new spirit to master. For Jack, ice was so much easier, and he even had quite a bit of control over it. Flying was far more precise and consequential, where as with ice, it mattered little what went wrong. Falling hurt. Falling was easy. Jack had absolutely no idea how to fly, let alone control himself when he went skyward. He had managed a few clumsy attempts his first day out of the ice, but the amazing difficulty of how incredibly hard it was to steer, not to mention the lack of audience, had him tiptoe rather uneasily about the prospect for a time.
He knew that it wasn't for long, just until he learned how to do it. It was the learning thing that threw a bit of a wrench into it because he had no teacher. And he figured that he never would, leastways not for a long time.
He was grounded. Quite literally. Kicking at the snow he himself had scattered across the ground. He was proud of it too, it was his first time pulling off such a feat. But he had a feeling it would be ten times easier whilst flying in the sky. The clouds were above. They called to him.
It was only a matter of time, he told himself. One day, he would drift with them, riding the wind they way they did. When he figured out how. Until, he was stuck with the grand task of craning his neck to gaze skyward.
On such an occasion, when spring was around the bend, and the temperature was beginning to become bothersome, he caught sight of a flock of geese headed homeward. The very first birds he had noticed flying in that season. He frowned for a minute, jealous at their ability to ride the air they way they did. He wanted to try it himself, maybe even join the V.
Oh what do you know he was levitating already. That was convenient. He took a breath.
"Alright, wind," he muttered. "I know that we, uh, have a rocky relationship at best," he dropped a few inches abruptly, yelped, and then swallowed. "But, it seems we are, uh, stuck with each other. So if you would let me do," he jerked his head slightly toward the flock just above. "what they are doing, with your help, of course, that would be stupendous."
A pause. And then, he found himself being flung roughly into the center of the formation of birds ahead. He most certainly did not scream a little bit upon his rising; the birds certainly weren't happy about it and squawked at him angrily, even assaulted him a little bit. The wind decided that it was time for him to crumple and skyrocket higher, above the cloud bank.
It took a while for the boy to straighten himself, flustered and disoriented. But upon his doing so, he knew that it was worth it. The sea of white cottony heaps greeted him upon his passing, plain and pure and incredibly beautiful against the seamless blue sky.
Jack Frost laughed long and loud.
Another day of mischief as usual. The place was nice and frosty, the way the ice spirit liked it. He cackled, swooping around the top of the very large Russian monument, smiling.
"Now that," he mused. "That was fun." Time to leave.
"Hey, wind!" he beckoned to his best friend, the one who was always nearby, ever since their first ever successful flight together. He felt it ruffle his hair and jacket, responding eagerly to his call.
"Take me home!"
AN/: Jack flies like a paper napkin.
I once saw some concept art (which I can no longer track down) where Jack was learning to fly with geese. Why geese, though. Geese are one of the few bird species that recall they were once dinosaurs. Nasty critters.
Also inspired by that song by Alexander Rybak "Into a Fantasy". From How to Train Your Dragon which was awesome go see it yo.
(Pssst I made a new one-shot thing for How to Train Your Dragon a while ago that you should go read maybe if it tickles your fancy. Ye.)
