Jack brought winter with him wherever he flew. Where he was, he had no clue, he couldn't exactly ask around like a normal guy. That was one of the disadvantages, being a guardian wasn't always fun in that aspect. He quickly learnt to adapt to this way of life however, he was fine with bringing joy to children, annoying adults, and just making everywhere cold and frosty. Though sometimes, he did get lonely, it had been many centuries since he'd been turned into the myth of 'Jack Frost', and the days that just dragged made him wonder if it was all worth it.Ā
Maybe someone hereĀ believesĀ in me, he thought as he landed with his bare feet on the ground, the wind making the landing ever so gentle and soft. Glancing around he couldn't see anyone that may potentially believe in the winter spirit and after walking down a few more streets, he decided perhaps no one here could help him. Just as he was about to summon the wind to pick him up again, he noticed a tall blond male, with bright blue eyes, walking on the opposite side of the road. He looked like a fully grown male, but had something almost.. innocent about him. Giving it one last shot, he called to the male. "Hey! - Can you help me?"
