(RE-WRITING)Beneath the Cold Surface [ Rise of the Guardians || Jack Frost ]

Chapter 2

 You gasp. You sit up straight. You couldn't believe your eyes, it's snow! It's really SNOW! Inside your room! You got up your bed totally mesmerized by the snowflakes. You twirled around enjoying the cold temperature in our room. Something caught your attention.

Frost patterns.Frost patterns on your window.

        You went to your window to take a closer look. The moon was shining brightly giving you enough light to see that they weren't just some random patterns. It looks like flowerless plants with their branches entwined. The frost was intricately designed and served like a border for your window as the frost became thinner and thinner as it reached the center. You traced it with your fingertips.

        You were greatly mesmerized as this night seemed magical. That's when it hit you.... Snow and frost patterns on your window...Could it be? NO that's a big N-O, a winter spirit like Jack Frost doesn't exist, PERIOD....but, how can you scientifically explain the snow inside your room?

"I must be dreaming...", you said in wonder.

"Yeah, maybe you are", a male voice suddenly said in  a playful tone.

        Your body stiffened as you realized that you're not alone. You turned to know who else was in your room but, you found no one. What the heck? Now I'm hallucinating, you thought. You just pushed all the thoughts on the back of your mind and decided to go back to bed,but then you slipped-

"AW!", you yelped. 

        You heard the same voice chuckle as you slipped. You quickly stood up and searched for the one making fun of you. Your squinted eyes searched every corner of the room, but still found no one. You felt something cold under your feet. You looked down and gasped the moment you saw that a part of the floor was frozen. You stepped back not believing your eyes.

"Ice...J-Ja- Oh, who am I kidding...", you finally gave up, you almost thought that a certain myth was true. You just continued walking towards your bed watching every step making sure you won't slip again.

"Aww, sleeping already?", the male voice spoke again.

        You stopped when you heard something fall behind you. You heard the male voice groaned so, you turned around hoping you'll finally see him to clobber him for barging in your room. And so, you saw a teenage boy lying on the floor.

"Aw, now that was stupid of me...", he said as he stood up. 

        You just stared at the boy taking a better look at him. It seems like he hasn't noticed your stare because he was still busy checking his body if he's alright. His hair was white as snow and looked really soft and fluffy. You couldn't really see the color of the hoodie he was wearing because it's pretty dark but it appeared to be blue. His pants were torn at the bottom and were tied with leather straps. He was also holding a stick, no, more like a shepherds crook and he was barefooted.

        You then remembered that whoever he was deserves a good beating. Hands on your hips, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed you finallly decided to break the ice.

"Who are you?!", you furiously asked.

        Surprised by your sudden question, he took a step back. He didn't answer he just stared at you.

"Are you deaf or what?!", you asked again getting impatient.

"D-Did you just...talked to me?", he answered with another question.

"No, actually I'm talking to the ceiling not to the stranger in front of me", you replied sarcastically.

"You , you just talked to me!" His face lit up. He jumped and did a back flip and he looked like he's rejoicing.