So, after an unfortunate mishap that occurred while I was sleeping, Jack decided that I needed training. What do I mean by unfortunate mishap? Umm, I froze us both to the couch. We were stuck like that for three hours. Magical ice and snow and frost are as stubborn as Jack and I. It doesn’t melt until it’s good and ready. Sad, really, but that’s how it works. While Mulan and Merida were training the people who couldn’t fight in the weapons room, Jack would show me how to make varying levels of blizzard.
“There are only four levels to blizzards. There are light ones that you could walk in without getting cold. Then there are two levels of moderate, followed by blizzards that rip roofs off of houses. Right now, all I need is for you to make a small, light blizzard.”
“I’ll do it on one condition.” I replied.
“When I’m done you tell me about what it was like when that first child started to believe in you.”
“We’re on the brink of war and you want me to tell you a story?”
“Jack, you and I both know you’d rather tell me a story than go into a war.”
“I know. But I can’t lose my focus now. We have to be prepared. Now, picture the blizzard happening. Start with the wind. Light gusts, okay? Make it cold.” A light gust of wind swirled around the room, whipping some hair out of place. Jack laughed. “Good work. Next, light flurries. Then, you’ll have the whole blizzard done and accounted for. When the war thing boils over, I’ll teach you how to make a snow day.” Flurries started coming down around us, but only light ones. Better than all of my previous attempts combined. “You can stop now.” The wind died and the flurries stopped. I bit my lower lip and smiled (an annoying habit I picked up when smiling too big made me squeal).
“So, how was that?” I asked.
“You’ve done me proud Miss Frost.” Jack said in a week attempt at a general’s voice.
“Sir, yes sir.” I replied without a change in my voice. We sat down on the chairs we had brought down yesterday. “Okay, now tell me the story.”
“Show or tell? Because I suck at telling.” I held out my hand and he dropped another tooth into my hand.
“What’s with the teeth?” I asked. “It’s starting to get weird.”
“They have memories in them. Long story. Just watch.”
So there I was again, somewhere where I wasn’t actually there at all. I was staring through a window at a little boy. He had a stuffed bunny in front of him. He appeared to be having a serious discussion with it. The only thing I heard was what was probably the very last sentence.
“I knew it.” He picked up the bunny and dropped it on the floor.
Then I was standing in the room, watching as Jack made drawings in the frost of an Easter egg and then a bunny. Jack the used his winter magic and made the rabbit come out of the window. It actually hopped around in the air for a few seconds before softly crumbling to snow. The boy laughed and then a snowflake landed on his nose. His eyes widened.
“Jack Frost.” said the boy with a mix of joy and realization.
“Did you say…” started Jack.
“Jack Frost.” finished the boy.
“He said my name.” muttered Jack.
“He said it again.”
Jack Turned to look at the boy as if he wasn’t afraid of being seen.
“Jack Frost.” The boy looked at Jack with pure joy on his face.
“That’s right.” Jack said, backing up and running his hand through his hair. “That’s me. Jack Frost. That’s my name!” He was getting giddy now. I knew his giddy voice and that voice was it. “You said my name.”
The little boy’s jaw opened wider than I thought possible for a human being. Jack started to look confused.
“Wait, can you hear me?” The boy nodded, mouth still hanging wide open. “Can you see me?” The boy nodded, this time with a smile. Jack’s eyes lit up and a grin so big I’d never seen it before came to his face. He made this weird noise that was between laughing and hyperventilating, starting with a smile and finished with an expression of… something I can’t describe. Like realization and joy and relief all bundled into one. “He can see me.” He grinned again. “He sees me!” Jack did a little midair back flip, because that is what makes Jack Jack.
“You just made it snow.” said the boy.
“I know!” replied Jack.
“In my room!”
“Yeah! I’m the reason for all the blizzards and the snow days. And you remember when you went flying on that sled the other day?”
“That was you?” asked the boy with so much surprise it was a miracle this kid hadn’t blown up by now.
“That was me!”
“I know, right?”
“But what about the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy and…”
“Real, real, real! They’re all real! Every one of us is real.”
“I knew it!”
Then I was back in the present. I smiled up at Jack.
“That was the first thing I found out about you that didn’t make me cry! That must have been the best day of your life.” I said with wonder.
“What could top a day like that?! That was what you had been waiting for for three hundred years!”
“But the day we met easily tops it.”
I laughed and hugged him.
“Why are you so good at everything? It’s not fair!”
“I’m not good at everything. Just nearly everything.”
I laughed again and we kissed. Alice chose that time to come downstairs.
“The hobogoblins have made it inside the perimeter. And they brought friends this time”
We looked at each other and rolled our eyes, like “Here we go again.” We grabbed our weapons and ran outside with everyone else. Alice was right, they had brought friends. A lot of them.
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