Jai was walking along the night forest, the darkness following her as she did. Her orange eyes were very bright comparing to the dark. She heard a noise and something at the corner on her eye. “Whose there?” She asked.
Jack appeared on the moonlit path, the darkness nearly tangible to his icy fingers. He blinked, shocked to see a seemingly normal girl around the dismal location. Jack dropped from his hovering height near the branches of a lone, bare branch and allowed the Wind to gently deposit him before the girl.
“Jack Frost,” Jack said easily, no longer quite as shocked whenever someone saw him. It was becoming a much more frequent occurrence anyway. “Who’re you?”Posted 20 hours ago with 2 notes
“Avery.” She told him, she could feel her brow furrowing. “She’s my little sister, she’s 5 years old.” In all honesty the little girl in the picture looked nothing like the girl who drew it. The little girl had a round face characteristic of people of Irish descent while she had a heart shaped face. That was just one of many differences that could easily be pointed out.
Jack slowly let his eyes fall onto the picture again. The little girl looked nothing like the blonde artist and there were too many obvious differences.
“She doesn’t look like you,” Jack said bluntly, his voice tinged with disbelief.Posted 20 hours ago with 14 notes
Rapunzel didn’t move from her spot even when Jack approached the staircase. Despite her fear she couldn’t help but be in awe by him. Not only because he’s now the second person she’s come in contact with besides mother, but also because he seemed to glow in the moonlight. The site was certainly breathtaking and Rapunzel herself thought that maybe this could all be a dream.
When he started speaking she jumped, it was clear that he wasn’t talking to her but to someone or something else. The moon? That’s what it seemed like since he was staring right at it through the open window. Her green eyes never left his figure as she continued to watch him. Her fear was slowing going away replacing it instead with fascination at this new discovery.
“Jack Frost.” She repeated, “Oh…like in the song mother sang to me. You nip at people’s noses!” The excitement bubbled forth from her, now instead of cowering behind the bars she jumped up from her hiding place and skipped down the stairs until she was in front of Jack. “I believe you mean chameleon.” Pascal glared at Jack. “Why wouldn’t I be able to see you?” Rapunzel thought this was a strange question considering she believed that everyone could be seen….then again she didn’t know much about the outside world.
At his last question her mood dampened a little, “No I can’t fly and I don’t….” she sighed, “I don’t go outside. Mother says it’s too dangerous.” Rapunzel looked out the window at the moon, she shivered a little since cold air was now blowing in.
The blonde seemed to thaw, her fear slowly melting away. Jack could not be so easily swayed, his eyes wide and seeking, glancing from the now comfortable blonde to the Moon outside. He wanted so badly to believe in Rapunzel, to let himself relish this moment, but something stopped him. He was scared. If he allowed himself this one chance, allowed himself to enjoy being seen by the first person in centuries, then she could certainly forget him. Or, worse, one day fail to see him.
Wary, Jack rolled his eyes at the mention of that stupid song. It trailed him around everywhere. And it had all been a prank, born out of spite as Bunny trilled it to and fro, letting Jack’s only reputation live through song and lies. He did not, in fact, nip noses (the thought was slightly revolting), but he made it cold enough that your extremities often felt frostbitten, which was what the tune was born from.
He decided Rapunzel need not know this. His first believer should think only the best of him, right?
“Yeah. Something like that,” Jack muttered as he rubbed the back of his head nervously, attempting to relax in her presence “Chameleon? How’d you get one of those?”
Jack steeled himself for her response. She never left. He didn’t understand, which was obvious by the furrow of his dark brows and his lips coming into a hard frown, blue eyes wide.
“Wait. You’ve never left this tower? Then—how do you play?” Jack seemed most concerned about this. “How do you make snowmen and have snowball fights and make friends?”Posted 21 hours ago with 9 notes
Alexandra knew of the girl, how could she not. The girl was even wilder than Alex had been when she was young. Her son’s words surprised her and now her little plot was getting grander. She wanted him to marry someone he liked and if he liked Lucille, well Alex would make it work even if he lost. But she wasn’t going to let him know that.
“Of course i know her, she is your best friend after all. Why would you like her though?” she questioned. She was trying to play it off as if she didn’t really approve of Lucille, but she didn’t want to flat out insult her. She wasn’t that terrible.
Jackson quirked an eyebrow at his mother. Her air of indifference was not unexpected. He figured his parents would never approve of Lucille. She was not tame, she was wild like the wind on a winter’s day, creating havoc wherever she went. Her father disliked Jackson (which, again, was not a completely uncommon occurrence—there were plenty of people in the village who scoffed at him, their frowns and hate nearly tangible). He blamed the brunette for Lucille’s fun-filled ways, insisting it was Jackson that lured her into trouble. He wasn’t completely wrong.
He had no idea what his mother was truly planning though.
“Well, she’s fun and wild and adventurous and she makes me laugh and she’s pretty and we have a lot of fun together,” Jack gushed and he suddenly noted the torrent of words spilling from his mouth and he shut it quickly, picking up his ruined pants and idly poking them with the needle, as if attempting to sew once again. “I mean, she’s nice.”
He shrugged, staring at the unseemly hole and threading it again, just as poorly as before.Posted 21 hours ago with 16 notes
It was unlike Jack to make conversation. He was cold and indifferent, yet… he had to know what captivated the blonde beside him so.
“What’re you drawing?”
Rapunzel looked up in slight shock. After a moment she showed him the drawing of a little girl, probably around 5 or 6, she looked completely and utterly happy. “It’s my, um, sister.” She said. Not a complete lie.
Jack stared at the drawing. It was a happy little girl, the whole world glimmering in her eyes, and Jack could feel the excitement radiating off of her, practically bleeding into every color. He held back the smile that threatened to overcome his features, so well-known for his nearly silent, benevolent behavior. He didn’t want the blonde beside him to know that there was another boy hiding beneath the frigid layer he wore, his face poised and calculated.
He would be lying if the little girl in the drawing didn’t remind him of someone else. A blurry figure that lingered deep within the wells of his memory. He looked away from the drawing, blue eyes flicking to look at the greenery around them, listless and seemingly bored.
“That’s pretty good,” he said evenly. He could detect the half-truth in her voice, as if she were hiding something pivotal. Don’t get curious, Frost. It’s not your place. And yet…. “What’s her name then?” His tone was accusatory, as if calling her out on the blatant lie.Posted 21 hours ago with 14 notes
Jack was stunned by the easy sentiment, how he looked so like his sister. And he wondered how she could know that—Emma had been dead for a very long time, centuries even, and the sudden thought gave his dead heart a lurch. He remembered Emma’s brown hair and eyes, wide with excitement as she begged him to take her skating. Oh, how she loved to glide over the ice, even though she wasn’t very good at it, she was still enthusiastic. Jack shook the memories from his head.
“How do you know Emma?” He asked, the question slipping form his lips unbidden.
Still, it looked like Clara had more pressing problems than mulling over the past. He quirked an eyebrow and smirked, settling back into his new icy skin, rather than dwelling on dead memories.
“Sure, I can try. What’s your problem?”
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