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Jack Frost had just found out that his only friend had died. He knew that Story's death was not an accident, as the people wrote it off as one. Story wouldn't do that to the world, to him and to himself. So something, or someone had to have done it, as Story would have been alright. Accidents that took Story, usually happened when the storyteller was almost an adult. Not while he was still a child.
But there was just nothing that Jack could do. Except move on...
So the Winter Spirit, tried to do that. He lost himself in the play with the children, enjoying the moments with them, until they had to leave. And like the millions of times before, Jack Frost found himself lonely, unthanked and forgotten once more. Or maybe never known in the first place.
He dealt with it.
Or so he thought...
Spring was arriving, as the blossoms of the trees announced the coming of the Seasonal Spirit. Jack didn't notice that. He was too busy with trying to push his feelings down, constantly losing himself in the fun he created for the children. But Spring arrived.
And he wasn't too happy with the Winter Spirit. Yet the Spring Seasonal allowed Jack this time. And decided that Easter was the cut off point, for the boy.
And Jack Frost played on.
Then Easter Sunday arrived.
Jack chose a city, and as he settled down in a large area, he barely noticed that he passed a sign that read, Central Park.
He had planned for a day of fun and amusement, as today would have been a snow day, if it wasn't Sunday. The weather was just right for it, and it was on the planned agenda. Jack knew that it was the last time that he'd be able to give the children snow, for this year, and he wanted to give them all a blast.
But they were more focused on Spring, and his Easter. All the children wanted was to find the chocolate eggs.
Jack Frost found himself lonely again, and to make it worse, all of the children walked through him. The Winter Spirit fled to the the trees, in order to get away from the little ones, but it stung. And as Jack watched the children enjoying the Easter, he thought about Story. These children would have invited him to join in the Easter hunt, but because the boy wasn't around, Jack's thoughts became darker and with it the falling snow.
Still holding onto the hope of having a bit of fun, Jack decided to chance it.
He landed on the ground and smiled at a boy.
"Hey," Jack said playfully, as he waved and pointed to a colorful bluish-green egg. "Here's one!"
The boy looked up, and Jack's heart skipped a beat, when the boy smiled. Then the boy started to run towards him. Jack Frost grinned out of joy and bounced slightly in excitement, pointing at the egg eagerly.
And the child ran through him.
Jack's happiness suddenly seemed to be taken from him, at that action, and the Winter Spirit turned around to stare back at the boy. Jack felt a strong emotion quickly bubbling up inside of him, one if a deep despair, anger and hopelessness. The Spirit jumped into the air and shot higher into the sky.
As he flew higher, Jack couldn't hold back his emotions and the wall keeping them trapped, broke and the boy found himself crying. But this was one borne out of rage, despair and years of loneliness and it all burst forth in a sudden moment, and something inside the Winter Spirit snapped.
And all hell broke lose, high within the sky.
Down below, back in the Park, the Spring Spirit looked up at the sky. He frowned as the clouds suddenly became dark and the wind picked up. The rabbit quickly glanced at the children, as the snow started to fall faster and heavier. He found himself getting annoyed with the Winter boy, as this wasn't in the plan. A Blizzard wasn't announced for this year, especially on this day.
The Rabbit scowled as he saw his eggs quickly covered up by snow and the children running for safety, as the winds became a howling threat and the snow started whipping around.
And Aster Bunnymund found himself very unhappy with the Winter Spirit that year.
Because, that year the Guardians lost alot of believers in New York, all due to a harsh blizzard in 1968.
I hope that you like this chapter. It took me a while to figure out where to start next. So leave a comment or review. Let me know what you thought.