The boy crouched down in front of the little flower, a curious smile on his face. It had sprouted up right there, in the middle of his snowfall, bright and beautiful and spreading its petals, soaking in the moonlight. Wouldn't it look nicer covered in ice though? The boy tapped a finger lightly to a soft petal, watching as the frost spread slowly along the edge, coating the petals in a fine layer.
And all over he had covered the trees in ice and snow, stopping what was already there from melting, and decorating cottages, castles, and homes with delicate icicles. Jack Frost was so young. He had no idea that spring was just around the corner and that winter was meant to come to an end soon.