He watched his staff clatter to the ground once again as he tried to combat the swirling motions inside of him.
"Okay," he growled. "Where am I getting it wrong?" A few days ago, Jack had watched a 'marching band' parade down the streets, and the lead guy had been twirling and tossing his baton thingy all around his head, but managed to catch it every single time. People had cheered for him so loudly it rattled the windows, so Jack, with his childish mind, pieces together the puzzle: if he could figure out how to work his staff he way that guy worked his baton, people would notice him. He would be acknowledged.
So he began to try. He tossed his staff up in the air so high he nearly lost it when he couldn't see where it fell, twisted it through the gap between his forefinger and middle finger, tried to flip it one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, but he just couldn't. And now he was sort of getting irritated.
If a mortal could do it, he reasoned, then so could he. He just had to figure out how to move his wrists better and he would be twirling his staff properly in no time.
He tossed his staff back into the air and scrambled to catch it when it fell a distance away from him.
"Darn you *," he scowled at his staff, and because that made him feel better, he said it again. "Darn you!" He shouted. "Darn you, stupid staff and stupid wind and stupid Moon and stupid world and stupid humans! Darn you all!"
The wind ruffled his hair empathetically, knowing his winter spirit's feeling of being invisible to everyone but one.
"Try again," the wind seemed to encourage. "Try again."
So Jack took a deep breath and tossed his staff into the air once more. Only this time, the wind kept the staff going in a horizontal line upwards, so that when it fell, it fell right into the frost child's open palm.
Jack's eyes widened. "Did you see that?!" He almost yelled, voice so happy and triumphant it made the wind a little less guilty for cheating. "Did you see that? I did it! I did it!" The wind swept Jack into its arms as congratulations, dancing him through the air as he cheered and screamed because he had finally gotten it right.
After many years, the winter child would learn how to use his staff as an extension of his own body, not as a weapon or a stick. He would learn that people wouldn't see him because of his talents, but would see the results of his work.
*I am just assuming that when Jack was mortal, people didn't say "damn" or those other cuss/swear words.