Frozen Heart (Rise of The Guardians Fanfiction)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

300 years alone would do a lot to a person. Especially a 16 year old boy. Written because ROG is my favourite film ^_^

How long had it been?

Since someone had last seen him. About...three hundred years, Jack guessed. 

Huh. It felt like an eternity.

Jack drew little pictures on the ice of his lake. Little frost drawings. One of a boy holding a little girl's hand. One of just a boy, with a hand outstretched to a woman who was looking away, not noticing. Jack didn't know who the first two people were. But he knew the boy in the second image. It was himself.

Jack looked up to the sky. To the moon.

"Tell me. What do I do? Why am I here? Why can't I make them see me?!"

The moon just hung there, watching. Jack growled in frustration.

"Why don't you ever answer me?! What should I do?!" Jack looked down at his pale hands. "Who am I?"

And the moon still said nothing. Jack felt a feeling of desperation in his stomach. 

"Do I have to...MAKE them see me? Force them? Is that what you want me to do?!"

Still no answer. Of course.

A high-pitched, mad laugh came from Jack's mouth.

"Fine. Fine! I'll have to make sure they KNOW I'm here! By forcing them!"

The winter spirit gave a crazed smirk to the moon, and flew off on the wind.


Five. He had given five kids frostbite. Two had lost limbs. And still, they didn't see him.

They would never see him.

Jack Frost dropped to his knees, looked at the moon, and screamed. He screamed until his throat was hoarse. Then, the screams turned into sobs. Loud sobs that wracked his body. And no one could hear him cry. No one could see him cry.

He was alone.

Submitted: November 07, 2015

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Whiskey Charlie

Whoa. Poor Jack. I never would have imagined his plight without your insight. Here, where I live in a micro-climate on the south shore of Lake Pontchartrain, frost is exceedingly rare, and frostbite is only something I read about in books. Forgive me for the slow response. Best wishes n' stuff.

Tue, November 10th, 2015 6:30am


Best fishes n' stuff ^_^ Thanks as always, Charlie ^_^

Wed, November 11th, 2015 10:57am

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