Frost and the Princess || jack-frost-thewinterspirit and save-what-was-lost
Jack zoomed through the air. His wind whipped his mess of snowy-white locks across his face, and for a moment, he couldn't see. He slowed down, bringing the wind to a gentle drift. He moved mid-air, laying on his back and stretching his arms behind his head and resting both on his staff. He closed his eyes and commanded the wind to carry him wherever - he didn't care what he did anymore. Too long he'd been alone, too long no one had seen him. Too long. He drifted through the air for what seemed like hours, when suddenly- "OW!" He opened his eyes to see that he'd smacked face-first into a wall. A stone wall of a tower. Angrily, he rubbed his forehead and scowled at the cold stone. Briefly, he wondered what was up inside that tower, and whether it would be fun to investigate, but he quickly remembered he didn't care what he did now. He flopped down against the tower, resting his staff on his knees and bundling himself up in his dark blue hoodie. He wasn't cold- he could never feel the cold- but he tucked all his limbs inside the jumper and pulled the hood over his head, closing his eyes again and waiting for something, anything to happen to him.
