Jack Frost x Reader (Snowflake)

Chapter 5 What was Lost

Jack whistled as he flung his staff back and forth, creating an intricate layer of ice, making people on the sidewalks slip and bump into each other, some people laughing and giggling away while others shout in distress. Jack chuckled and continued on his way. He floated through the streets without paying attention, his mind already knowing the route to his favorite person in the world. He hadn't stopped thinking about you since he had left. He sent you a few letters and gifts, he wondered if you had gotten them. Did you like them? 

His train of thought was cut short when he came to a stop at the house that he had daydreamed about a million times. Though, the house in front of him looked...different then what he remembered. He didn't see any lights on from where he stood and the house gave off a colder feel than the white gleaming snow outside. He thought something was just off about it. With a pinch of worry in his gut, he floated to a second story window and knocked. 

He waited several minutes, but nothing happened. After knocking again, he pressed his face to the glass, trying to peer in. He called your name a few times, but still everything was quiet. Through the thin layer of curtains, he could tell that it was dark inside.  Were you in the bathroom? Out running errands, maybe? He had no clue. He sat in the tree right next to the window and waited. Every once in a while, he would knock on the window again, or go down to knock on the front door, thinking you might be in the kitchen.

When he had waited for several hours and it was now past dark, he couldn't stand it anymore. He tried opening your window, but it wouldn't budge. Why had you locked the window? Panic started settling in. 

He started circling your house, trying both the front and back doors. He tried every window, but found everything locked. He sighed in frustration. Double checking and then triple checking, he found that he had missed a window. 

From the size of the window and with how close to the ground it was, he assumed that it must lead into the basement. He gripped the bottom of it and, much to his joy, it shimmied up. With how small the window was, he had to lay down and slide through, legs first. He landed, not gracefully by the way, and closed the window. The basement was dark and dusty. He should totally remind her to clean up down here. He slowly walked up the steps and opened the door that lead him right next to the kitchen. There was even dust on the dining room table. Odd, he thought, you said that loved to sit down here for breakfast. He couldn't stand the worry anymore. As fast as he was able to move through the house and to the stairs, he found his way up to your bedroom. He went to open it, but yet again found the blasted obstacle locked. 

Getting frustrated, he used his staff and froze the door handle. It shattered and he cringed, knowing that he was going to have to help you fix it.  The door creaked open eerily and he slowly poked his head through the small crack. "(Y/n)? You in here?" He called out softly, trying to not be too loud as to scare you. No sound came from within, so he pushed the door open a little wider and stepped inside. He called out your name again louder, but was rewarded with the same nothingness. His eyes scanned the dark room, noticing the subtle mess of clothes on the floor and dust on the desk and shelves. The bed that was usually made was a ball of blankets with some pillows littering the ground.

As he was looking around, he missed the dark shadow in the corner near the bathroom. It shuffled backwards upon seeing him, the noise causing him to look over his shoulder. Once the shadow realized that they had been seen, they stood quickly and rushed into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind them. Jack walked towards the door. "(Y/n)? Is that you? Are you okay? What's  going--" He gets cut off by whimpering from the other side of the door. "YOU'RE NOT REAL!! GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!" The pure terror in the screams caused his heart to sink. It was you. 

"Snowflake...It's me, Jack. I'm not going to hurt you."

"LIAR!" He heard sobbing and he wasn't sure how much more his heart could take of this. "Please. open the door. I need to know you're okay. " You didn't say anymore, but he could still hear your cries. For hours, he leaned against the bathroom door, trying to talk to you and he was either greeted with more screaming or sobbing or silence. You had been quiet for about a full hour now. Did you cry yourself to sleep? Taking the chance of having something thrown at his face, he repeated the abuse he issued on her bedroom door to the door to the bathroom. He took a deep breath and slowly open it, each inch revealing you to him. You were on the floor leaning against the tub. You were asleep. His frown deepened when he realized the dark circles under your closed eyes. They look like a bruise on your sickly pale skin. Something was severely wrong. 

Being gentle, he bent down and picked you up, one arm behind your back and the other under your knees. Walking back into the bedroom, he very carefully moved some of the blankets out of the way before setting you down on your bed. Moving the pillows into the right place and moving the blankets to cover you, he brushed a (h/c) strand of hair away from your face. Your hair was a tangled mess and your body was thin, he felt that when he picked you up. Sighing, he turned around and began tidying up the room. The clothes on the floor went in the hamper and he wiped off all the dust in the room. He opened the curtains and then the windows, letting fresh air sweep through the room. When everything had been put in its place, he bent down and left a kiss on your forehead, before heading down stairs into the kitchen. Regardless that it was past noon, he started making pancakes, the way you had made them when he was with you last.