I suppose I should formally introduce myself.
So... hello, the name's Jack Froste and I'm rather terrible at life.
Froste, with an -e. Pronounced the same as Frost, just a little bit more sophisticated.
Well that wasn't really formal then, was it? I can add introductions to another thing I thoroughly suck at. See what I mean, life just isn't my thing.
I really mean it, I am the definition of cold-hearted. Literally.
You'll get what I mean later.
See it began when I was around the age of seven. It was around the holiday season, family was flying in to visit. So my mom thought she'd host this huge dinner party, lavish table settings and all that fancy holiday-esque stuff.
Well, I had this one cousin that was around my age. Coolest dude ever. Well he was the coolest dude ever. Until I may have accidentally, possibly, murdered him. I didn't do it on purpose.
The adults were all eating at the 'adult' table. All the kids were messing with their food at the 'kid's' table. And somehow my cousin and I had snuck away into the living room, not really feeling the mash potato fight scene going on with all the three year olds.
Now I recall this burning jelousy for my cousin's G.I.Joe action figure. It made these cool noises and being my seven year old self, it was possibly the most awesome toy I'd ever seen.
So you know, naturally I asked to play with it. But damnit, kids were so possessive back then. Still are. He refused to give it to me. And in that moment, he was suddenly not so cool. We argued, I shed a few tears, he shoved me, I shoved him, and we both ended up wrestling eachother for the toy.
Ten minutes later he fainted. I freaked out, all I did was wrestle the boy. I'd done it a million times before. His mom came running in, I was interrogated, he was shipped to the hospital. Two days later, he died of hypothermia.
Turns out I froze his lungs when we were wrestling. The doctors couldn't figure out what the hell happened so they labeled it as hypothermia. Nonetheless my mom never threw another holiday party, and I doubt anyone would want to show up.
I still got a puppy for Christmas, I think my parents were just worried about how I handled my cousin's death.
A few months later another incident arose where I froze our new puppy to death. Doctor's pinned it as some rare form of hypothermia. That's when all the tests began. My parents went to every doctor and asked what the hell was wrong with their son. Honestly, I was starting to feel concerned for myself as well.
Nothing came up, so I was kinda just some unlucky freak at that point. Still sort of am an unlucky freak.
What am I, sixteen? Turns out I'm actuall sort of cool. See what I did there? Turns out I can't touch anyone for longer then like five minutes before they freeze to death. Works the same way with inanimate objects, except they kinda just form a thick layer of ice. And I'm pretty sure I can zap things too.
Don't ask me how I can do all this. Hell my own parents don't even know how I can do all this.
None of this would've happened if he had just given me the G.I.Joe toy. For Christ's sake, he'd still be alive.
