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Chapter 21: Theme song

The snow glimmered and glistened like a thousand pieces of a shattered mirror reflecting light, looking so peaceful and unbroken on the mountain top. Fluffy pillows of white powder covered the whole of the landscape, the serene absence of any other colours adding to the tranquillity.

And then, a single pair of footsteps, and a glimpse of a rich purple. Swaying in the cool breeze, popping against the void background. A tuft of white hair, matching the rest of the landscape. Small, delicate snowflakes drifted gently down, landing on the white abyss and leaving no trace that they had every fallen.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a small, sad tune began to play, picking up volume as the magical being stepped forwards into the frame.

"Snow glows white on -"

The TV screen blared black, the song finished before it had even begun. Jack sat on the sofa (in quite an uncomfortable-looking position), looking as he were about to throw a fit.

"Is this really what it's come to?! First I'm 'just an expression', then I'm a bloody hormonal teenage girl!" Perhaps it wasn't so much anger, but disbelief. The other guardians sat around him, quite annoyed that he had stopped the film. Bunny secretly loved that song.

"You're a teenager, Jack." Tooth uttered, and Sandy nodded in agreement. Though they didn't know his exact age, they knew he definitely wasn't an adult yet - he still had a hint of a baby face and was too spindly to be fully matured yet.

"And a hormonal one at that, too." Bunny quipped sarcastically, shooting the winter spirit a sly smile. Tooth slapped him harshly on the shoulder, but even she smirked a bit too.

"It would be quite nice to have had another girl in the crew though." The Tooth fairy sighed as she got lost in the imagination of her mind - she'd always wished she'd had a real sister.

"Wha- instead of me?"

"Well ya are a handful sometimes," The Pooka replied, not quite realising how Jack could have mistaken his words to mean something else. "Most of the time." He added under his breath (though Jack heard that too). Tooth slapped his arm, giving him a warning look.

"North, what do you think?" North was the closest thing Jack had to a father, and like to turn to him for advice or help. The large cossack stammered, not really paying full attention to what was happening around him.

"Nothing wrong with you Jack! Though we do outnumber Tooth by fair amount."

Did they really wish someone else had been chosen by Manny, instead of him?

"Great, thanks guys."

He needed some time to think. Without another word, he silently whispered to the wind to pick him up and within ten seconds he was out of the pole and jetting off to Greenland (he'd realised the Guardians had now figured that Burgess was where he went when he had a lot on his mind, so he needed some place else to go). Greenland baffled him - surely Iceland should be the cold place?

No matter, he was off anyway: it didn't matter where he was going as long as he could be alone.

The dying sun faded away the further around the globe he got, its dark orange remains staining the earth an odd colour, the trees looking slightly sinister. Still, the snow looked gorgeous as ever as it reflected the golden hue.

Jack didn't think that the sight of snow in its untouched form would ever grow boring. Sure, it was plain to some, but he had never failed to see the beauty in it. Him, of all people, should know how much time and effort went into Winter. Many people thought him reckless and mischievous (though he was often the latter) they didn't understand how much care, practice and delicacy went into a single snowflake. After all, no two were the same.

In that moment, despite the internal happiness that the surroundings brought him, he felt sad. Sad to think that even after this many years with the Guardians, he was still having doubts; about them, about Manny and about himself. He'd found his purpose when he'd joined their team, but scarily often he found himself wandering back into that dark place in his mind that told him he'd never be good enough.

He didn't want to believe it. He knew it wasn't true. The Guardians, his friends, had made it perfectly clear that they wanted him there (they'd had many a opportunity to get rid of him, had they wanted to), and he wasn't a burden.

Sometimes though, his mind wandered. He took things to heart that weren't even true, and he knew they weren't. But he couldn't control it. It was scary, how such a small part of him could decide his every move: what he did, what he said, the way he acted. The way he felt. He didn't like it.

Then Jack thought about the girl in the film, how her worried simply slipped away when she started to sing. She'd released herself from her prison, the prison that she had created for herself. Much like he himself had done. And, oddly, he found himself thinking - would that work for him too? No, it wouldn't.

But would it? The words come to the girl so smoothly, would that be the same for him? Did he need to just let the emotions flow out of him?

And then he found himself laughing at how ridiculous he sounded. Practically bent over from wheezing so hard, he thought of what a hot head he was - getting riled up over the littlest things. He did not live in a musical (and to be honest he was quite glad that he didn't, that would probably be hell). He knew, for absolute certain, that the Guardians would not replace him, though Bunny might try to swap him with someone else for a few weeks. They were all, cliché as it sounded, happy and he knew deep down he had nothing to worry about.

Still, he'd flown all the way here and, honestly, he could use a good nap, so he thought it would be best to stay there and rest off for a while. With mountains of blissfully peaceful snow surrounding him and the wind whispering delicately into his ear, he was quite contempt.

Later, he would argue that it was all quiet, the only noises being the steady thrumming of his heart and the soft exhale of his breathing, but if you listened close enough, you could just about hear the Winter Spirit humming his little theme tune.

Jack, the spirit of winter, look at him go

The streets don't stand a chance

The white powder falls down below

Jack, the spirit of winter, flying with the breeze

Mountains and rivers, and forests

Filled with white snow-clad trees.

Jack, the spirit of winter, oh what a handsome guy

In all the world, there are none like him

But you don't even see him pass by.

It's such a pity he's so cold,

(because he's so hot)

Jack Frost: the story untold

Erm... I tried, please don't come at me. Just to make it clear - Jack made that up about himself. Yes, he is calling himself hot.

Sorry the end is iffy, I wanted to get a chapter posted.