Headcanon #1: Jack was pulled from the lake on the winter solstice.


Jack peered inside the window to see what the people inside were doing. It was one of the few houses in the village to have thick glass panes. The other windows were shuttered to keep the cold out.

The family inside all wore their finest clothes, or so he believed. Everyone had gathered in the main room. A large log decorated with green foliage and ribbons rested in the hearth. A small girl, barely more than a toddler, stood in front of it with an old man, both of them holding a burning stick as they prepared to light the fire.

Frost formed on the window, blocking his sight. Jack sighed. From everything he had been hearing since the moon had pulled him from the frozen lake, tonight was a night to be spent with your family. But Jack did not have a family. Feeling dejected, he walked back to his lake and sat down on the ice.

He looked up at the moon, large in the sky above him. It pulled him out of the ice he now sat on a few days ago, but did not tell him anything but his name. Jack Frost. That was all he knew about himself. Not what he was doing here or why no one would see or hear him. He sighed, pulling his legs against his chest and resting his chin on his knees.

He did not know how long he stayed like this, brooding on the ice of the lake that had given birth to him, when a sudden flash of light in the sky above the village caught his attention. Standing quickly, he could see a shape in the sky and hear bells jingling.

"Wind, bring me there!"

The wind picked him up and lifted him in the sky to meet up with the flying form hovering above the houses. Jack flailed wildly to keep himself stable in the air. The windows were dark at this time, everyone having gone to sleep. He heard booming laughter as a shape jumped from house to house, briefly disappearing as it reached each rooftop.

So focused was he on the scene in front of him, Jack did not see the large tree branch blocking his path until he collided with it. It knocked the air out of his lungs. With a cry, he fell back to the ground, landing in a snowdrift.

Before he could extract himself from it, the thing flying in the sky had disappeared in another flash of light. Jack sat there in the snow, gaping at the spot it had previously occupied.

"What was that?"


On his second Christmas, when he was barely more than a year old, he built himself a family out of snow on his frozen lake. He learned a lot about the Holiday and its traditions in the month preceding it. Everyone talked about it. So he had decided to hold his own celebration.

A fire was out of question, but he still placed a log decorated with green foliage in a hearth made from snow, with a child's lost stocking pinned to it with an ice shard. He placed his snow family, a man and a woman with five children and a grand-mother, around the hearth.

On the side of the lake, he had decorated a tall fir tree with icicles, with a beautiful ice star at the top. The large moon above reflected on the ice most beautifully.

He heard in the village that they told tales around the fire well into the night. He had not lived very long, but he told his snow family about his time spent flying with the wind or playing with the children, about the icy sea to the north, about the grumpy Easter Bunny and the Sandman who had given him sweet dreams for a night.

When he heard the sound of the bells from the village, indicating the coming of midnight, he stood and hugged is family made of snow.

"It's time to go sleep now. Santa Claus will come soon to deliver gifts!"

That was who he had seen last year, he now knew. He had not received any gifts then, but he had made sure to decorate his tree with the star at the top and hang a stocking on the mantel this time so Santa could leave him an orange if he had been nice, or a piece of coal if he had been naughty. He did not believe he had been naughty to anyone.

Jack waved his staff in the direction of the snowmen, lifting them off the ice and floating them over to lie in the snowdrifts next to the lake. Another wave sent snow to cover them like a blanket. With a smile, he joined them, curling up in the snow with his hide cloak held tightly around himself. He was still smiling softly when he fell asleep, waiting for Santa.

But in the morning, his stocking was still empty and no gifts lay underneath the tree. Not even a piece of coal. Jack hung his head in disappointment.


On his third Christmas, he did not try to celebrate. Instead, he flew around the country, stirring up a massive storm. And if it bothered a certain man in red delivering presents, well, he could not say that he cared.

A few hours after the storm had gotten really bad, he heard the sound of bells jingling, almost lost in the howling of the wind. He could not see the sleigh in the storm until it was right in front of him and he flew higher quickly to avoid colliding with it. A large man in a red coat with black fur trim glared at him.

"Hey! You! What do you thing you're doing? It is Christmas. That is no time for such a storm."

Jack smiled a little smugly. At least he forced the man to come see him.

"I'm Jack Frost. Causing storms is what I do."

"You are the winter sprite Bunny told me about, aren't you?"

That surprised him a little. The Easter Bunny and Santa Claus knew each other? Did they all have little tea parties he wasn't invited to? Jack frowned, but he nodded.

"Well you are now on naughty list!"

Jack grinned at that. At least he was now on Santa's list.


On his fourth Christmas, Jack decorated his tree again and hung the old stocking from the mantel of his snow hearth. He went to sleep smiling, knowing that his existence would at least be acknowledged tonight, even if only to remind him that he had been naughty.

But in the morning, the stocking remained empty. No piece of coal to tell him that Santa Claus even remembered him.

"Fine. I'll just have to keep reminding them of my existence."


If all goes well, next one will be with Tooth.