A/N: I wrote a poem about Jack. I decided to do a story based of that poem (called Run if you're interested). This is my first ROTG story so please tell me how I'm doing. If you don't that's ok too but either way please ENJOY. And this part is before the movie.
Disclaimer: I don't own the masterpiece that is Rise of the Guardians or their beautiful characters.
For a hundred years I've been alive. I've learned many things about my powers and the world, but I've only learned three social aspects: having fun makes me forget, I will probably never know why I'm here, and no one wants to see me. I'm the nuisance Jack Frost, king of winter the killer season. Other spirits see someone who wants or needs to be alone. But that's not true, I just run. If I run from the other spirits they usually don't bother me. Not running is bad. I see how the kids look right through me, and other spirits verbally, sometimes physically remind me how much of a nuisance I am. So I run. But that's ok. Being alone is freedom. I like being free. Freedom means loneliness, but that's okay that's what I want, freedom. That's it. I can deal with the loneliness, I can.
After two hundred years I started realizing that I would always be alone, and it was my fault. There has to be something wrong with me. I only knew my name, no one sees me, no one wants to see me or my powers, and I honestly don't know who Jack Frost is. The little fairies I see, see me and like me but they only just chirp excitedly, fly close to my mouth, and fly away. They never stay, so I don't either. If I always move I can be like them. Always smiling, always happy, always having fun, forgetting something at the drop of a hat. Forgetting me. It's easier to forget, to push down. What's the point of feeling sad and lonely? No one listens. No one. So why should I?
1968
The blizzard was an accident. I swear. I didn't run fast enough from the other seasons. Then my emotions just overtook me. I just wanted them to stop hurting me and look at me. Really look at me. But they didn't, just as usual. I got scared and angry. When I lashed out it exploded. I really didn't mean to cause the blizzard. I have better control of my emotions and powers. But when the Easter Bunny came I didn't want him to know that I really am a screw up. But he knew, he said so himself.
"You bloody, idiotic showpony! Do you like going around and messing up people's hard work? What can you expect from a selfish, irresponsible, teenager. You don't belong here!" He was right, the only thing people see is a nuisance. This made me laugh. Ironic how the Man in the Moon didn't have to tell me who I am. Everyone else did it for me. I'm Jack Frost the nuisance. "You think this is funny?!"
"Chill, I was just trying to make Easter cooler." I joked. If I joke maybe this pain in my chest would stop hurting. The Easter Bunny jumped at me.
"You arrogant son-!" But I did what I do best: I ran. I ran but the further I got away from him the more tears fell down my eyes. I wiped them away furiously. I'll be fine. I have the Wind. The wind can't say who I am and I can take care of myself. But one thought never disappeared: am I really just an unwanted bother?