I can go the distance
((The scene around the guardians slowly faded to black before a new memory came into clarity. It was like walking down a dark tunnel, a fuzzy light at the end growing brighter and clearer by the minute until you finally find yourself at the end. The end of this tunnel was no mystery for the Legends. Nestled among the ice and stony cliffs of the North Pole was the bright cheerfulness that was Santoff Claussen, North's home. As to the time period, they were clueless until they got closer. Almost like it had been orchestrated to their thoughts, the Guardians found themselves zipping closer to North's home where they saw a confusing sight. One of North's Yetis- a security one by the looks of it- was tossing Jack Frost out into the freshly fallen snow. So it was obviously before Jack became a guardian, however, one look at North's confused faced and the rest of the group knew that there would be no help from that end.
Once more they got closer, enough to see the laughing smile and hear the mirth bubbling from the pale teen as he pushed himself up from the snow. The winter spirit's emotions once more swept through the group: laughter, a hint of joy, a twinge of happiness, but coming swiftly was the ever present loneliness that the guardians were sadly enough quickly becoming used to feeling.))
Memory World
Laughter bubbled from my chest even as Phil the Yeti tossed me by my hoodie into the cold snow outside North's workshop again. I didn't mind though; what had once been many attempts to speak to the Big Guy in Red had become a game of Catch-the-Snow-Spirit. I lived for games (they were what kept me sane) and Phil was a great playmate. I remember with fondness the first time we played our game. I had finally discovered where North's home was after almost two centuries of searching and now I could finally speak to someone like me. Someone who could give me the answers the Moon never did, who could help me understand my powers and why I was placed on this earth.
I never actually got to see the Big Man though; the security Yetis found me quickly enough and we had a merry little chase through a couple floors of the workshop. I would ice the walkways while Phil slid behind me trying to snatch me from the wind I rode and the ice I skated so that he could toss me back into the winter outdoors. Eventually I took pity on the large hairball and let him catch me, but it was with the mutual understanding that I would be back to play again. Phil had been the first one to acknowledge my existence and the first one to play without just telling me to go away because he was too busy. That was something I knew I would treasure for the rest of my eternity and probably without even realizing it, Phil became my second friend. I held my friends tightly, possibly a bit over protectively, but when no one can see you ninety-nine point nine nine percent of the time it's hard to not treasure those few who you do find.
Like clockwork, every summer and fall I would make a few trips with the winter wind to play our game with Phil the Yeti. This time I had been feeling particularly lonely what with Spring around the proverbial corner melting my precious snow and causing the kids to long for warmer weather. It was an endless cycle that I knew I should be used to, but sometimes it just got to me and I had to find a way to alleviate the pain. So with the wind carrying me on its back, we were off to play with the only other friend I had.
I made this game last longer than most of the others; a good hour and a half of dodging, ducking, skating, flying through the air just out of the reach of large yeti paws. It was almost therapeutic, watching the elves try to navigate their very own slip-n-slide alongside the much bigger yetis and only managing to become Christmas colored bowling balls. I laugh more during these times then whenever I'm out in the world. A very true statement I heard once in passing was that "laughter is the best medicine" or something like that.
Brushing off the snow that had caked on in my collision with the ice bank, I twirled around once to give a jaunty wave to the closed door of North's illustrious workshop. I managed to hold onto the smile playing with Phil had brought for another twenty minutes, during which I had the wind take me wherever it pleased. I watched snow flurries flying before me towards the horizon, the setting sun painting the white flakes fiery gold. My life was like one of my snowflakes- so small, so insignificant on its own- and yet when it was joined by its brothers it creates a beautiful landscape just waiting to needed for the coming of Spring. My snowflakes don't know what they are really needed for until they are packed into the perfect snowball or shaped into the strongest snow-wall, a vehicle for the children's fun and eventually the water necessary to grow the colorful flowers of spring.
I flip onto my back midair to look up at the full moon clearly visible in the daylight. It's glow was slightly dulled due to it being the middle of the day and everything, but the sun did nothing to diminish the size of the silvery orb.
"Don't you think I've suffered alone long enough? Sure, the Yetis are fun to play with but...it's not enough sometimes. Why won't you tell me what my purpose is? Why I'm here? There has to be some greater purpose for me...I don't..." want to be alone anymore. It's a sentiment that I have given up screaming to the skies many years ago though I cannot deny it in my own head. Sighing, my thoughts traveled another familiar path. Playing with the yetis was always a double edged sword; on the one hand I was able to stave off the loneliness for a little bit but on the other hand...it always came back just that much more.
Wind caressed my face drawing me from my thoughts like it always does when I find myself in this mood. Ironically depressing is that I often find myself walking down this path, contemplating what isn't and what might be if I just had answers! The comforting support of Wind disappeared and I dropped several feet through the sky. I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped me when I realized where I had been going...again.
"I know... I know, I'm sorry. No more self-pity for the day, 'kay?" Wind in response tossed me higher in the sky twirling around me and causing me to spin in a controlled corkscrew. Laughter bubbled from me mixed with Wind's whistle laughs and I couldn't stop the words bursting from my soul even if I wanted to.
I have often dreamed
Of a far-off place
Where a great warm welcome
Will be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
This is where I'm meant to be
I couldn't help thinking about the moon again when that last sentence came out; specifically the day I woke up. All he told me was my name -Jack Frost- and while that was all he told me...I still got the impression that I was meant to be here for some reason even if I don't know what it is yet. But someday I know I'll find out that reason 'cause...it's all I've got left to hope for.
I will find my way
I can go the distance
I'll be there someday
If I can be strong
I know ev'ry mile
Will be worth my while
I would go most anywhere
to feel like I belong
Music has always been a secret passion of mine. I don't know where I picked up on the idea that music is a great way to relieve myself of stress and tension but it is. It could have been the first time I heard a mother singing to her child about a decade after I was named Jack Frost. Sure I had heard other women in villages singing to their kids but...she was different. Or at least her song was...something about angels watching and diamonds around you...it was soft and gentle either way. Gave me a sense of peace that I wasn't alone; that I could rest easily at night which isn't something I get often. Yeah, music is special to me, no argument there.
I am on my way
I can go the distance
I don't care how far
Somehow I'll be strong
I know ev'ry mile
Will be worth my while
I would go most anywhere
to find where I belong
((The Guardians watched slightly amused yet still infinitely sad as the young Winter Spirit played and tumbled with the wind. Guilt too was a prominent emotion running through the magical beings; seeing all these memories of the Child Spirit where he was alone and suffering when they should have been there for him...they had so much to answer for. Yes, there seemed to be moments where Jack was genuinely a happy child (moments with his little sister though they had seen so few of those, or the moments when he played with various children in the white icon of his season) but there were more times then the Guardians truly cared to admit where the youngest Guardian was alone.
This fact was followed by mixed reactions among the group. On the one hand, they were feeling everything Jack did and so in most of these memories they were constantly overwhelmed by loneliness, hatred, self-loathing, and agonizing sadness. But the other hand held their combined conviction that they should go through every memory both good and bad as a sort of punishment for leaving Jack like they had. It was this hand that won out eventually because no matter how badly they wanted the painagonyloneliness to stop, knowing what made their little snowflake himself was that much more important.
"Jack iz very strong; remind me of myself." North's deep voice rumbled with a sentiment shared by everyone. No further words were necessary, not until this little adventure was over and they could tell Jack how truly sorry they were for leaving him by himself for three hundred years...they had so much to answer for...where could they possibly begin to make it up to Jack Frost?))
Whoop another one down! Man I love summer vacation! okay so I got a review from last chapter asking if I would write the guardians POV again and to answer that question: The last chapter wasn't a memory seen by the guardians since it was seen from Adela Frost's POV not Jack's. It was a separate companion piece to "You'll be in My Heart" that's why I didn't have the Guardians comment on it. So unless I do another chapter that needs a companion piece the Guardians will more than likely always comment after the memory ends. Hope this satisfies your question.
On another note if any of you are reading my other story Devil or Angel, until I get at least three reviews I won't update it. I need to know if I'm still up to snuff on it or if I need to change things before moving on.
Well that's it. Hope yall enjoy!
Ja'ne