The Frozen Guardian (A Crossover Fan Fiction)

Jack Frost: Memories of Winter I

Darkness. That’s the first thing I remember. It was dark, it was cold, and I was scared.

I can hear the steady sound of water from around me. My eyes were closed but I can tell I was floating, underwater.

But then, then I saw the moon. It was so big and it was so bright. It seemed to chase the darkness away.

I tried opening my eyes and when I did I felt something pull me up. I didn’t know who or what it was but I let it take me. I closed my eyes again as I went closer to the ice sheet above me. It may have only taken a few seconds but it felt like years to me. Once I heard the groggy sound of ice cracking I willed my eyes to open again.

And when it did, I wasn’t scared anymore.

The rush of cold air to my lungs surprised my body. I gasped and the big bright moon in front of me calmed me down. I didn’t even notice how I was floating high up in the air until whatever pulled me up was already setting me down.

Just when my bare feet were about to touch the water, the ice that cracked began to reform and glued themselves together, turning back to the form that they had before they broke.

Why I was there and what I was meant to do, that I’d never know. And a part of me wonders if I ever will.

I was already standing above the ice sheet, confused. I look at my hands, my arms, then this voice resonates in my mind.

You are Jack Frost.

I look up to the moon again. It still looked like how it did earlier, no face suddenly appearing on the moon and lips to say those words to me, but I knew that it was the moon that said that.

I tried moving. I took a step an almost slid over. When I got the hang of it I sighed in relief. I felt a smile creep onto my face then a feeling so familiar, something that I felt deep inside me, something I know I’ve known all my life.

I took a brief look around the place. A small pond in the middle of the woods. How I got there, I didn’t know. Why I came from underwater, all the more that I didn’t know. As I walked I almost stepped on this long stick, no, a staff. It looked like an ordinary staff with one end bent like a hook. However, when I touched it with my bare foot the area around where my toe touched the staff glowed.

Odd, but something told me to get it. I picked it up with one hand and when I got my other one to hold it the staff glowed bright and kind of startled me. The straight end of the staff touched the ice sheet to my right and fern-like patterns of ice appeared.

I swore I could feel power resonating through my system like electricity. I looked at the staff again with a smile. I got up and went towards a tree. I tapped the curved end of the staff to the trunk and fern-like patterns appeared again.

It was amazing! I tried doing it to another tree and the excitement that I got from seeing what the staff did made me giggle. Again I felt something familiar deep inside me. I ran around the ice covered pond and pointed the curved end of the stick to the ice sheet below producing more fern-like patterns. I continued running, slipping, almost falling, then running again and at one point I felt a breeze come and in a second it lifted me up into the air.

It wasn’t the same thing as floating earlier. I can feel the wind pushing me up, the whistling sound buzzing in my ear from time to time. I felt like I knew the wind, like I could talk to it and be friends with it. I was looking amazed down at the pond where the ice sheet was now covered with the fern-like patterns when the wind suddenly dies down and I fall, break twigs, and finally land hard on a big branch.

I laugh again and the familiar feeling deep inside me threatens to come out. Laughter. For some reason I knew it was something that I owned. And a desire. I didn’t know what I desired but it’s there just waiting to be met.