After defeating the fire giants years and years ago but losing his ice queen, Delani, in the process, Jack Frost is tormented by the memories, especially as the world around him moves on yet he can never grow older. He, along with the other three gu...
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For any normal person, the blizzard would have bitten hard, but Jack wasn't any normal person. The cold, bitter snow kissed his skin before rolling off gracefully to join its family on the snow-packed earth. It didn't used to be like this. He remembered a time when the cold hurt. He remembered a time when it stung him so badly that he bled. But now the snow was his. The ice was his. The cold was his.
This secret was his.
Jack pulled his warm, fuzzy hood further over his face, not because he needed it, but because he wanted to blend in. The other expeditioners were just about dying of the cold, so he had to pretend that he felt it too.
"Jack!" Michael called, waving him over. "We found something over here." Jack bent down to inspect the finding and grinned to see that it was a small slit, just big enough for a full grown man to get in, rather, just big enough for him to get in. Out of all the men on the expedition, he was the most slender.
"Say no more," Jack said as he shrugged his backpack off and set it aside against the mountain. He clipped a flashlight on his belt too, although he didn't need that either. "Give me a half hour. If I don't come back by then, pull me up." Jack then proceeded to clip a strong climbing rope on his belt that was also attached to Michael. That way, if something ended up happening to him, they could pull him right back out.
Five of the other men on the expedition looked at him expectantly as they shivered listlessly. But he didn't wait any longer before he slipped down into the small crack in the side of the mountain and landed with a thud in a pile of snow in a dark cavern. However, that darkness didn't stay for long. For any normal man it would be pitch black, but for him, the ice lit up his vision. Ice and snow crawled up the walls of the cave, giving it a beautiful shimmer that he only wished the other guys could see. No one on this entire planet could appreciate the cold as much as he could.
"Damn this jacket," Jack whispered to himself and he shrugged it off and tossed it aside. That was one of the worst things about trying to blend in. He had to wear insufferably hot clothing. If there was one thing he hated, it was the heat.
Jack's smile widened as he walked further into the deep cave where it got colder and colder and colder, but he loved it. He caught his own reflection on the luminescent icy walls, and even though it had been just over three hundred years since he was changed, he could still remember a time when he had looked different. The tips of his hair had turned a frosty white when he had been changed, and no matter how many times he tried to dye it back to brown, the dye wouldn't take. So he just gave up and embraced his unique hair. At least he still had his dark brown eyes. That was one thing this gift—or curse depending on who one asked—left him with from his old life.
He felt through the ice and the snow with his magic, reaching far and wide throughout the cave to try and find anything buried deep inside, but then his breath caught in his throat, making him pause in his tracks. Down below, he could feel something, and he couldn't help the excitement that bubbled up in his chest. They had found it!
Bringing his hands together and parting them suddenly, he used his ice magic to rip apart the ice frozen deep below, creating a deep, cavernous pit.
Jack took advantage of being alone by allowing an icy mist to flow from his fingertips and crawl up the walls of the cave as he passed by. It created beautiful, magnificent ice designs that any art major would envy, that he would have envied a long time ago. Jack had been studying under the best of the best artists back when he had been human, but even that hadn't been meant to last. But still, the artsy side of him showed through the ice he created, and he loved the chance he had to create to his heart's content.
His breath hitched in his throat as he walked right over a pile of bones frozen deep within the ice, but still close enough for him to see. Beautiful dinosaur bones. Absolutely gorgeous. But it wasn't just any run of the mill dinosaur bones. These were rare bones, some that were only able to be found once before in all of humankind's existence, but it looked as if they happened across a whole colony. All of them would become rich from this discovery, but unlike the other men, Jack wasn't here for the money. He was here for the adventure. For the pure love of adventure.
He excitedly tugged on his climbing rope three times, the signal that he found something. He knew Michael would be able to feel it, and the rope would lead them right to it.
In the distance, he could hear the men digging the small slit in the mountain to be bigger before clambering down into the cavern. Jack quickly dissolved his artwork into a puff of powder and clicked on his flashlight just for show right as the first head poked over the hole Jack had dug.
"You found something?" he asked excitedly, and then a few more climbed down with Jack to peer at the bones beneath the ice. "Wow. That's a beauty."
"No jacket?" Michael laughed, his breath coming out as a foggy wisp in the cave. "You're crazy, Frost. You know that, right?"
"So I've been told," Jack laughed. "Come on. Let's dig these babies out. I know the museum will love to find out what we've found."
