Heather Pan and the lost girls

cold boy

Heather stayed in the caves exploring all its tunnels. Peter would often visit with a gift from the mainland so it looked less gloomy, not that she could tell. But when Peter was gone she grew lonely over time. Until one day there was a cold breeze in the caves.

Heather walked to the place where the cold was coming from and she heard the painful cry of a boy who was hurt." Peter." She said and the boy gasped at her and jumped up into the darkness of the cave. She couldn't see him but she still felt the cold around him." Your not Peter are you?" She asked.
The boy winced as he tried to get the words out." Ahh... No..... No I'm not." He said quickly.
"Are you hurt? I can get help." She said taking out a whistle Peter gave to her for emergencies.
""No!!! Don't!!!" He dropped down from his hiding place. Heather could feel his cold presence right in front of her." Please. I don't want him to find me." He said scared.
"You are afraid of Peter Pan?" She asked.
"No I'm afraid of him. Pitch Black the nightmare King." He said with a chilling edge to his voice.
"Well your safe now. He won't find you here lostboy." She said giving him a reassuring smile.
"I AM NOT A LOST BOY!!!!!" He yelled. The scream bounced off of the walls of the caves becoming unbearable for Heather to hear. She screamed then fell to the floor trying to sound it out." Oh no! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He panicked. He slowly helped her up. Heather felt like she was truly in a cold place when he got so close. She felt a warm streak of liquid run down her face. He had noticed it to." Your bleeding I'm so sorry. Here let me help with that." He placed a cold hand over her ear and she felt the coldness of ice on the side of her face.
"Who...who are you?" She asked feeling the ice. The boy gave a light smile.
"Well little lady I'm the guardian of fun... Jack Frost." He replied with pride.
"Are you now." She said sarcastically.
"I am! I'll prove it." Jack said taking his staff and creating a snowball. Then he threw it towards the ceiling where it exploded and snow gently fell to the ground. Heather felt the snow fall on her nose and her head." See told you." Jake said.
"It feels so soft yet so cold." Heather acknowledged.
"It's snow it does that." Jack jokes.
"What does it look like?" Heather asks.
"Uuuuuummmmmmm. It's white.
It's snow!!! I go all around the globe and leave it everywhere, even when I'm not supposed to!!! How do you not know what snow is?!?!? What are you blind?!" Jack yelled.
Heather said nothing.
"Actually yes, I am."
"Oooohhhh I'm sorry. So wait how did you know I'm not peter?"
"I felt the coldness. Your a cold boy. Not a lost boy thats why you got so offended. Right?" He nodded in return. Now I feel bad.
"Look, I'm sorry I don't know your name"
"I'm Heather no last name. The first lost girl "
"Well it's nice to properly meet you Heather with no last name"I feel Jack bow , takes hand and kisses it. His lips cold yet so soft........
I think I'm gonna like this cold boy.