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It was like that for 100 years, Jack didn't leave the pond just kept it frozen all this time. He tried to visit the village several times and screamed until his voice gave out, but no one ever heard him. He would return to his lake dejected and heart broken. He would occasionally just scream at the moon, how dare he put him here and not tell him what to do. And so, time marched on. Until one day his silence was broken by children who had found his pond. It was the middle of the winter and they had decided to go ice skating. Weird no children had ever come here before.
They had old skates they were obviously poor children, this would probably be one of the few times they ever experienced joy. Something in Jack sparkled for a moment as he watched them. He enjoyed their screams of joy and laughter. He then began to see what would happen if he used his power to interact with them. Slowly he crept on to the ice and watched them glide past him, he put down his staff and frosted the top of the ice making one kid slip much faster. He was awestruck, he had never thought of trying to communicate with them like that before.
He was able to speed them up or slow them down, spin them around. It was so much fun, Jack never wanted it to end. He laughed with them as they all played together on the ice. But it was getting dark and the children were getting ready to leave Jack tried to call to them and as one walked through him again he was reminded of his eternal silence. He felt his heart plummet to his stomach. He looked at the moon spitefully. He fell to his knees on the ice. Who knew when the next time someone would happen across his pond again?
A year passed and the children returned to his pond to skate, they were a little older and a little better at skating, with Jack's help of course. If only he could reach out to them find some manner of communicating with them. He sighed and out of anger he picked up some snow and threw it at one of the children. It nailed the child in the back of the head. He fell down and suddenly a snowball fight broke out. It seemed Jack could join them this way.
He laughed and played with them until the cold sent them home. He sighed watching them leave. Every year they returned to the pond and played with Jack. He reveled in the moment because for one day, his silence was broken and he felt like he was finally able to at least make their day a little more special. Though the darkness and screaming matches with the silent moon still continued.
Then one year they stopped coming. He had known the day to about a week. They didn't come for 10 years. He fell back into his slump of depression he could feel his power growing with his depression, the trees began to die from the constant cold and the severe temperature drops whenever Jack would have a temper tantrum. He had almost lost hope for them ever returning until one day a father and son came to the lake and father talked of all the fun he and his friends had at this lake. He was going to teach the boy to ice skate. Jack smiled recognizing the father. The boy was shaky but Jack helped him along. Suddenly the father stopped and sat with the boy on the ice and began to tell him a story.
"Once when I was a boy and all my friends were here in this very spot, I could have sworn I heard the laughter of a spirit. Someone was playing with us on the ice." He smiled as the boy's eyes got wide.
"Who was it Pa?" He bounced on the ice.
"We always called it the spirit of frost." He laughed.
Jack froze and listened intently, could he have finally broken through? Was it possible they could see him? Could this finally be it? He held his breath as the father continued.
"It was always here that we were the best skaters and the best snowball fights always seemed to be started, and none of my friends ever threw the first snowball. It was the mysterious spirit."
The boy's eyes lit up and Jack got closer to the pair. He stood behind the father and for the first time the boy looked at Jack, could he… could he see him. No that wasn't possible, but he boy's eyes never left Jack.
"Pa, what does the spirit look like?" He questioned as his eyes drug back to his father.
"I don't know son, you can't see spirits but you can feel they are there." He smiled and picked up his boy who yawned.
No… Jack was so sure this time the way he looked at Jack. How could he let his hopes get up like that? The boy clearly couldn't see him. And if he did the father dashed any chance he might have had at being seen. He sighed, fighting tears and collapsed on the ice. He was so close.
"It hurts doesn't it?" A voice called out.
Jack jumped to his feet and looked around. "W-who's there?"
He pointed his staff ready to freeze anyone who came near.
"Not to have them see you. Poor, poor Jack Frost." The voice crooned.
Jack gasped no one had ever called his name before. He had never been filled with so much hope. Could it be? Someone, anyone, could see him? He lowered his staff and looked around no one was in sight.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" He called out.