Danny wasn't always a believer in many things. Mostly because living in the streets gives you a huge dose of reality, never enough of child dreams and little fantasies. The boy was a street rat, scurrying around pickpocketing and survive on scraps of garbage. You can't really trust anyone. Danny couldn't even trust his big brother, West. The fourteen year old sighed as he sat near a frozen river back and let tears fall for the first time in years. Life was so unfair. Then, he heard a voice.
Jack enjoyed freezing rivers. He loved the way the water resisted his magic, making it a challenge to make the currents halt in time.
He was fascinated by the shapes it'd take when it froze, too. Sometimes it'd be smooth like a lake or pond, but other times it would freeze above the surface, creating beautiful, odd structures. It reminded him of waves in a way, miniature to the real things of course, but they peaked his interest all the same.
He sometimes wondered if anyone ever noticed the frozen structures the way he did, but Jack never dwelled on it for long. He enjoyed them, and that was enough for the winter spirit. So when he heard a sigh from a few feet behind, he spun on his heels to seek out it's owner.
Jack's eyes widened a bit, taking in the sight of the boy who he noticed was crying. He raised an eyebrow and slowly approached him, unsure if they boy was too old to believe in him.