Fool's Spring - Jack Frost x Reader

Chapter Three

Ok ok ok I still don't want to be THAT author but it seems like I'm turning into one...
I've provided another visual of what I imagine your room to look like 🧍‍♀️

Hope you enjoy :)

(Y/N)'s POV
North had given me the run down on how my training would go:
I would work with each guardian within the span of one week until I figured out the extent of my power. He didn't want to wait too long to help the child in need, but I needed to know what I was doing, first.
"Well, now that we've got all of that cleared out of way, we begin your training tomorrow," North clasped his hands together as if to end the conversation.
Everyone dispersed, and I realized at that moment I didn't know where to go except back to the forest where I woke up. I was pretty sure I knew the way, so I slid my shoes back on and started to fly up-
"(Y/n), where do you think you're going?" North's voice boomed behind me. I stopped, having only made it to the skylight in the workshop, and turned to face him.
"Back to the forest...?" I answered shyly, afraid that my answer would be the wrong one. North bellowed in laughter, and motioned for me to come back down. I followed his instructions.
"Nonsense, my dear. We have room specially for you! Jack!"
Jack Frost turned around to face North. He was seated by the window, his staff hanging loose by his body. Beautiful patterns of frost decorated the glass.
"What's up?"
"Show (y/n) to her new room!"
He didn't look too pleased to be forced from his seat, but he obeyed. He floated over to me, then nodded his head towards a hallway connecting to the center of the workshop. I followed his direction.
The hallway was boarded with gorgeous, dark oak planks. Beautiful paintings of cabins and reindeer were placed strategically to compliment the decoration, and a little table sat in the middle of the hallway, splitting the path in two around it. Jack walked the opposite side of the table from me, and upon further inspection I noticed a tray in the middle of the table piled with frosted anise cookies.
We continued down the hallway, and I noticed that the remaining doors had wood-burned symbols in the oak: a tooth, an egg, a dreamcatcher, a snowflake, and finally, a daisy. I'd assumed they were rooms for the other guardians in the case they needed to stay at North's, but Bunny, Tooth, and Sandy's doorknobs had collected dust. They must have been left unoccupied for a while.
"Well, here you are," Jack motioned to the door with the daisy etched into it. "The workshop magic must've made this for you as soon as it sensed you becoming a guardian."
I took a deep breath, and I noticed him give me a weird look.
"Are you nervous? It's just a bedroom, snowflake," he spat. "No need to fret."
I shot him a glare, then let out a deep breath.
"Listen, Jack. I know we're not exactly two peas in a pod, but we're going to have to work together to defeat Pitch," I turned my body towards him, then held out my hand.
"I call a truce. At least until my training is over."
Jack looked at my hand with no particular emotion. I could see him trying to hold back. He finally sighed and took hold of my hand, giving it a good shake. His hand was cold, but soft and comforting.
"Fine," he said plainly. I smiled, but instead of smiling back he smirked devilishly. He moved my hand to the door handle, and once I had instinctively wrapped my fingers around the knob something cold and painful shot through my senses.
He had frozen my hand to the doorknob.
"Wha- JACK!!" I yelled, trying to budge my hand from the ice that had trapped me.
He laughed childishly, then bounced up, floating in midair.
"That'll wear off in about three minutes. You'll be fine," he crossed his arms.
"What happened to our truce?!!"
"A truce doesn't mean I can't do pranks, snowflake!" He teased, sticking his tongue out then zooming a few doors down to his own room, calling out "See you in the morning!"
I sighed and accepted defeat, letting my head hang down.
I felt the ice slowly loose it's pinch, and I turned to see it melting.
My hand emitted warmth, and in a matter of seconds the ice was a puddle on the ground.
"Huh," I said to nobody in particular. "I guess this is what being near Jack's creations does."
I twisted the handle of the door and opened it to the sight of a beautiful bedroom. A bed sat in front of me, surrounded by walls decorated with paintings of flowers. Green wood paneled the walls, and although the room looked vintage, it smelled brand new and felt exciting to take in.
I almost didn't dare to enter, afraid that anything I might have done would disrupt the beautiful interior decoration before me, but I couldn't resist. I stepped in slowly, closing the door behind me and sighing.
For the first time in over twenty-four hours, I felt at home.