Spirit world
Jack flew in the surreal forest, completing circles and loops without a trace of sound. Whenever he laughed at his carefree play frost covered the trees and turned into three dimensional ice flowers. He reached out his arm with a mouth full of giggles and picked one. It was a carnation, and the crystals had red tints in them that made it seem more than ice.
Jack laughed again and flew as fast as he could at a puddle. Instead of hitting the wet ground hard, he went straight through the puddle, like it was a window. The water had no ripples and the spirit shivered with delight after passing through.
He looked at the moon, which was far larger here than in the mortal world. The silver disc took up almost the entire sky, looming over the immortal creatures as though it was a god preparing to pass judgment. Jack stared at it and watched as a white fish swam on its surface, as though the moon was the ashen koi's personal fish bowl. He giggled again and flipped backwards, how he loved the moon! Passerby spirits looked at Jack with uncaring, emotionless eyes as he laughed.
Wiping the joyous frozen tears off his cheeks with a final chuckle Jack kneeled. He pressed a hand to his chest and used the other to present the carnation to the moon. Jack held back a bundle of snickers and began singing. He serenaded the moon in a language forgotten by mortals and only used by ancient spirits.
And ancient he was, born with the first winter, he was the frost that chilled you. Jack was the wind that ruined your day, the ice that made stepping out side hazardous, and the snow that brought joy with its fall. He was the spirit of wintery mischief, and he worshiped the moon. It was the first thing he saw when he woke up, the giant disc housing a fish that controlled the tides.
When Jack finished the song, the moons glow lit him up like a spot light, it's rays filled with gratitude. Jack got up and stood on his tippy toes, straining to give the moon the frosty flower. The moon's beam narrowed and encased the flower, pulling it from the spirits pale hands. It went into the moon, and Jack smiled after it was absorbed. The fish eyes it wearily, then promptly ate it, and swam to another area of its sphered home.
Jack let out a cackle and dove into the puddle with a back flip, still drawing no splash.
The silver haired spirit was strange looking, even to other spirits. Jack Frost almost looked human. The only reason they accepted him as a spirit because he was older than most of them, and his expression wasn't one of superiority when he looked upon them, but one of glee. The spirit was always up for someone to play with, he was childlike in that manor.
Jack swam through the sky, leaving ripples in the dimensions wake. The ripples would change the colors of the trees when it hit them, the forest began rolling through the spectrum.
Jack stopped, sensing that something was very wrong. Other spirits could feel it to, and they all dove for the puddle that took them to the moon's domain. A scream was heard, and all spirits cowered in fear. Jack gasped and grabbed his pounding head. "No!" The word was torn from his lips as his winter winds searched the sky for the one thing he cherished. His fingers twisted in his hair and pulled at it, hoping that some pain would awaken him from this nightmare that was most certainly a reality. Jack fell to his knees and wailed. The cheerful spirits sounds of sorrow were painful enough to send the others running. They all pitied him, for the moon was gone. Jack was left alone, to lie on the perch that only reminded him of the cruel worlds hopelessness. What happened to the moon, he could only guess, and he never was one to think about anything for very long.
His tears of pure heart ache blessed and purified the ground he lay on. A clear, resonating chime was heard and Jack backed away from the now white glowing stone. A spirit came out of it, who resembled humanity.
She presently took the form of a hippocampus, glowing and startling the mourning spirit with its grandeur. The magnificent animal whinnied, and guestered for Jack to follow her. It then tapped the ground twice, causing a white, iridescent portal to appear. Jack and the creature leaped through it, and appeared by a waterfall.
The spirits that resigned here where the spirits of wisdom and monism. The pond by the water fall was a door to the other world, everyone knew, but it was a one way door. If you were to leave, there was no returning. Your body would become flesh and your powers would weaken. Even your emotions changed, until you were mortal.
The mortal world interested some spirits, but not enough for them to live there forever. Jack Frost turned to Humanity, confused. She was in her humanoid form, and was breathtakingly beautiful to any mortal who looked at her. Her skin was milky white and smooth, contrasting her long, dark hair that tumbled off her shoulders and hid her alluring nude body. Humanity's eyes were kind and iridescent, constantly changing colors the same way humans constantly change. Her voice was so smooth and perfect, that it cut through the air like a knife but entered your ears like honey.
However, Jack was a spirit, and took no interest in physical appearances. He could not love anyone, except for the moon who named him.
"Jack Frost, your moon has left with the ocean to join the human world. The only way you will ever see the moon again, is if you join the humans." Jack felt as though the whole world was crumbling around him. "Aren't there other doors?! Other ways? I have no interest in becoming mortal!"
Humanity's eyes glew red and her face twisted suddenly into a look of disgust. "DO YOU NOT REMEMBER YOUR BANISHMENT FROM THE MORTAL PLANE?"
And then she was calm, and put a loving hand on the nervous spirit's shoulder. "Jack, I know how much it pains you for the moon to be gone, and I know that you often sang to it songs that proclaimed your love. So please, let me help you see your love again." Her eyes were a soft orange now, and they complemented Jack's cerulean eyes.
He had creases around his now, never was he one to think very hard. The woman chuckled and said,"don't hurt yourself." She turned him so he faced the pond and said,"it's a simple decision, go through there, see the moon, and give mortals winter. Easy."
Her voice was so calming, so convincing that she almost seemed like the spirit of deceit. But that spirit was slain long ago by a man who's wife he killed.
Jack turned to a nearby tree, placed his palm to the bark and closed his eyes. He felt his cold hand sink into it, and pull out a staff. It was taller than he, with a shepherds crook and the end and twisted bark all along it. Jack then turned to Humanity and said,"I'm ready." Humanity's pleased face turned wicked and she pushed him into the warm water. Jack felt it burning him and seeping into his pores, into his very center. He released the ruse for what it was, she was going to turn him completely mortal!
He tightened his grip on his new staff and began freezing the water around him, stopping the process that would make him an abomination. When he reached the surface of the mortal world, it was in an iceberg. There he stayed, daydreaming to entertain his immortal, tainted self, until a banished prince thawed him out.
To much? I struggled with capturing the spirit world. And the spirit world in this chapter is how it was when the moon and the ocean still lived there, thats why the moon was there. Jack's personality is different because he was different back then, and passing through the portal made him burdened with mortal flesh.