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For several days I just sat there where I'd crashed into the tree. I didn't know what to do, so what was the point in doing anything? I didn't bother to get up or wave my staff; I just let the snow wash over me. The wind would pick up and blow harsh flurries of snow in every direction. After a week I was almost completely buried underneath the white substance. I started to wonder if I'd be able to just die there, consumed by the snow and ice I was born from. But the entire time I sat there I never got any colder. My stomach never hurt from hunger, my throat never itched from thirst, and my eyes never drooped in need of sleep. It was like I was still frozen under that lake, unchanging and alone. I began to wonder if I was even able to die at all. Was I capable of growing old or sick? If I dropped from the sky would my body even break? My thoughts continued on this path, growing darker and darker with each passing day. And as my thoughts grew darker, the air grew colder. A storm raged around me but I couldn't bring myself to care. With each hoard of snow my vision expanded. After a while I began to resent the moon. I cursed him for putting me here like this. I was blind but he'd given me just enough sight to long for more. I wanted to die but he wouldn't give me that relief. I'd finally found other people but I was more alone than ever. I'm not sure how long I went on like this before I was brought out of my thoughts.

"Well don't you look miserable?"

My head snapped up as a voice drifted my way. I saw a light outline to a very large man right in front of me. He must have been several heads taller than me and was far broader. Large hands rested on his hips as he stared down at me.

"Are you…are you talking to me?" I questioned in a quivering voice. There was no way. After all no one could see me. How could he be addressing me? My question was followed by large, booming laughter. His form shook as he let the sound out.

"Well I'm certainly not talking to the trees." He replied in a heavily accented voice. I felt I should know what his accent was but it escaped me. I tried to stand but my legs were wobbly and nearly collapsed under me. Leaning on the tree for support, I stared at the man as a million questions flew through my head at once.

"But…but how? Why can you….no one else seemed to…..who are you?" I fumbled around with my words trying to get something understandable out. I found it was hard to breath as I awaited his response. This man may be able to give me answers, to tell me why I was here. He looked at me for a long while before he spoke.

"As for who I am, I am known by many names, but you may call me North. As for why I can see you, that is because you and I are the same." I could only blink in confusion at his answer. We were…the same? How was that possible? Were there others? Before I could voice my questions though, he began to speak again. "You see; you and I are what are known as myths. Legends told in passing from parent to child of magnificent beings with extraordinary abilities. We each have a purpose and duty to the children of the world." He slowly approached me until he was inches from my face. "Do you know what your purpose is, young snow spirit?"

I felt my breath catch in my throat and I had to look away. I hung my head as I let out all the hopelessness I'd felt since I woke up wash over me. "I don't…I don't know. I don't think I have one. What's the point of the moon putting me here?" I spoke in barely a whisper as tears stated to well up in my eyes, only to freeze at the corners. I felt a warm hand rest on my shoulder and raised my head to see the light on his face form into what looked like a smile.

"Come, walk with me." He turned in the opposite direction and I felt I had no choice but to follow him. "What is your name?" I looked ahead of me where I could see everything covered in a soft blue glow.

"Jack Frost."

"Jack Frost eh?" We both continued to walk side by side in silence. At first I was fine with it but after a while of wandering it began to grow awkward. I was about to ask if there was a point to this walk when he started to speak. "It can be confusing when you first wake up. I was lucky enough to have the Yetis with me to help explain things. They told me right away what my job was. You see, every year on Christmas Eve, I fly throughout the world delivering toys to children. That is the task that was assigned to me, for what reason, I didn't know. The Yetis told me my job, but my purpose I had to discover on my own." He turned his head to me as we continued along a straight path. Although I couldn't see them, I could feel his eyes boring into me. "From the frost coming out of that stick there, I'd say your job is fairly obvious. You're to help change the seasons, create marvelous snow that brings awe to all who see it." Here he paused for a moment, almost unsure. "You have an incredible power at your disposal. But you have to be careful with how you use it. And how you let your emotions take control of it."

I had followed along pretty well up until that point. Now though I was just confused. I almost walked into him before I realized he had stopped. I walked around him to see that we were back at the village I'd visited who knows how long ago.

"Take a look around and tell me what you see." I turned to him, a sarcastic reply on the tip of my tongue, but paused. He didn't realize that I was blind. I don't know why, but I took comfort in that fact. I didn't want anyone to know, to look at me with pity. So instead, I slowly turned and did what he told.

I walked throughout the village, expecting it to be exactly the same as I left it. I was surprised however when I found the town canter completely deserted. There were no children playing, no women chatting, and no men drinking. I looked to the ground and saw no traces of any footprints in the snow indicating that anyone had been outside since I left.

I was about to ask North what was going on when I heard coughing. I stopped and waited until I heard it again, even louder now that I was listening for it. I turned in the direction it came from and followed the sound to its source. I ended up by the window of one of the housed and tried looking inside, but my vision came up black. There wasn't any snow inside so I had to rely on my hearing to try and discern what was going on. From the pitch of the coughing I figured it was probably one of the children I'd seen playing before. The sound was rough and quiet; as if he'd been coughing for a while now and his voice had been worn down because of it. Other than the occasional coughing fit his breathing seemed pretty even, indicating that he was asleep.

I could hear muffled voices from the house as well so his parents must be in another room. I circled the house until I found another window where the voices were a bit clearer. The two adults were talking in hushed voices, probably to keep from waking their son. I pressed my head against the window, trying to listen to what they were saying.

"I'm worried about him George. His fever keeps getting worse and he hasn't stopped coughing for a week." The woman sounded panicked, talking quickly so that it was hard to keep up with her words. "I tried giving him some soup this morning and do you know what he did? He spit it out! He said it hurt his throat George. Soup hurt his throat!"

There was the sound of heavy footsteps that would get louder and quieter in repetition. I guessed that George was pacing the floor as his wife spoke. "I know Martha, but what do you expect me to do? The closest doctor is in the next town over and people can hardly leave their houses in this snow, let alone the village!" He sounded frustrated as he sighed and continued quietly pacing. There was a moment of silence before Martha spoke up again, even quieter than before.

"Abigail came by today. I told her that she shouldn't be out in this weather but she was in hysterics. She and Harold lost Willie today." As she spoke, she grew quieter and quieter until she was whispering. I felt an ache in my chest at her words. What did she mean lost? She couldn't mean that he…died. Could she? This place had been so full of life when I'd came here. What could have brought on such a sudden tragedy? From the way she spoke, it sounded like whatever illness Willie and her son had was shared with the rest of the village as well. The footsteps stopped and everything was still. Then, George slowly started walking before I head a dull thump. I assumed that he had taken a seat in one of their chairs at this news. I could feel the tension in the air between these two, worry for their child coming over them.

Martha was the one to break the silence once again. "I'm scared George. I don't want to lose him, I don't want to lose my baby." Her voice was shaking, as she must have been crying at this point. I wanted to comfort her, but even if she could see me I wouldn't know what to say. How does one comfort a mother who might lose her child? I heard George stand back up and walk to where his wife's voice was coming from. Her sobs became muffled and I assumed he'd pulled her in for a hug.

"Me too Martha, me too. But all we can do for now is pray the snow goes away soon." He tried to calm her but she only seemed to get more upset. I heard her stomp her feet on the wooden floor in rage.

"Why!? Why did it have to be Finney? He's just a boy, my boy! Why couldn't I have gotten sick instead?" She sobbed harder into her husbands' chest as he tried to quiet her down.

"I know dear. The children…they just can't handle this cold." I felt my heart stop at his words. I backed away from the window, from the house, from the family, as my entire being filled with dread. I did this. Horror took over my face as I realized I was responsible for this. I had been so consumed by my own depression that I just made it keep snowing and snowing. Those children were sick because of me. I'd trapped these people in their homes and now they couldn't get a doctor. My body trembled as I began to comprehend just what I had done. How many children were dead because of me? I wanted to scream, but I couldn't find my voice. My grip on my staff tightened as I leaned on it for support. I felt like my legs were going to give out on me any minute.

"You see now?" Startled by North's sudden appearance, I nearly fell to the ground before turning to look at the large man. "You have an amazing ability Jack, but you must be cautious with it. You can't let your emotions control you like you've been doing. We were all chosen by the moon to serve others." I watched as he looked around at the ghost town. "I have never seen such a miserable Christmas."

I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach. I knew I would never be able to get rid of this overwhelming guilt I felt. I looked to the ground, so scared and unsure. "What do I do? How can I fix this?" I felt my voice crack as I asked for his help. I looked at him, at a complete loss. He turned his head back to me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"You must find your purpose. Nothing can undo what you have done, but you can move forward. Leave this town; let it go without winter for a while. Only come back when you have more control over yourself." He stood up straighter as he released my shoulders. "Once you find your purpose, it will all make sense." I glanced back at the town before sighing and nodding in agreement. I wasn't dying anytime soon, so I needed to get a handle on these powers of mine. I couldn't hurt people like this.

North seemed to smile at me before turning to walk away. "Good! Now, I must be off! I still have a few stops to make before I head back to the pole." Quickly, I ran to catch up with his large strides.

"Wait, what do I do to find my purpose? Where do I go if I can't stay here?" I still had so many questions. There were still so many things I didn't understand. He couldn't leave yet.

He turned to me as I pleaded with him to stay. "You'll have to figure that out on you own. Go wherever the wind takes you, and discover things for yourself." Hesitating for a moment, he turned to me and held out his hand. "It was nice to meet you, Jack Frost. I wish you luck." Sadly, I took his hand and gave it a shake. I hoped I'd meet this man again sometime.

We finished our goodbyes and he left. I stood in that spot for a few moments, just staring off into the distance. I looked to the sky, tying to guess where the moon would be, but I knew I'd never find it. Instead, I took a deep breath and summoned the wind. I needed to figure out how these powers of mine worked, so I needed to leave. I didn't know where I was going, but North said to go where the wind takes me. So that was what I resolved to do. The wind grew stronger and with a rush of air, I was gone.

AN: So there it is! Thank you everyone for reading, and I hope you liked it! Now, I must ask you, my dear readers, to help me decide something. I am continuing this story, but how should I continue it? I want to write about Jack during the 300 years before the movie, but I don't have anything specific in mind. I will also be writing the movie with Jack being blind. So much should I do: write the 300 years first with longer time to update and then do the movie, or go right from here to the movie and write his 300 years as a side story or series of one shots as ideas come to me? You guys choose! Oh, and some people wanted a link to the comic that inspired this so here you go! Just take out the spaces!

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