Where Do We Go From Here

Creations pt1

Where Do We Go From Here||Frost Wolves

Chapter Summary: Jack works on a new power of his...

Chapter Rating: K, it's pretty kid-friendly

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Disclaimer: I don't own RotG, and I got the idea for this from reading Building Up by Spere

I hope it lives up to my vision...

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Jack Frost concentrated. Hard. Harder than he'd ever concentrated before, actually. The winter spirit wasn't used to focusing this hard; all his powers normally flowed through him like water from a tap, all he had to do was twist the knob and BAM ice. Or frost. Or snow. Sometimes even pure magick, which was what he diffused and put into his breath (it was part of the reason he smelled like peppermint and the color blue- yes, that's a smell, don't ask how, it just is-, though Tooth thought it was from toothpaste. Don't tell her he's never brushed his teeth in his life, as a spirit or a human; she'll strap him down and do it herself).

But this, this was probably the most difficult thing he'd ever set his mind to doing, besides gaining believers.

He held his hands out in front of his ice sculpture again, on either side of its head but not touching it as he kneeled on the ground before it. His hands tensed to the point where the tendons in the backs were standing out and the digits were rigid, his whole frame trembling as he stiffened, his eyes wide open and glassy. When nothing happened after a whole minute of staring into the sculpture's eyes, the boy's body went lax and he slumped over dejectedly. "I'll never get it!" he moaned, bringing his hands to his snowy hair and pulling. "This is impossible!" He threw himself backwards and lay spread-eagled in the powder, not even attempting to make a snow angel or play or anything. This was not like him.

But it was not in Jack Frost's nature to be despondent for long. He was the Guardian of Fun, after all. Fun was infused into his core, into the magicks that made up his very being. He thought a bit and corrected himself. "Almost impossible. Remember, nothing is impossible..." Jack trailed off. "If you believe."

Jack scooted back in front of the statue and put his hands into place once more. He squeezed his eyes shut and he shook with excitement and magic. If anyone had been around to see, he would have been literally glowing, a blue so bright it was almost impossible to look at. "I believe, I believe, I believe," he chanted under his breath, his voice full of an expectation he desperately tried to stifle, not wanting to be set up for failure; but his hope was a powerful force to be reckoned with, enough to make E. Aster Bunnymund start in surprise from the deep innocence of the emotion and wonder who exactly had such a pure dream.

Jack tentatively opened his eyes one at a time, almost scared of what he would see, and when he did, it all came crashing down around him. The ice hadn't moved, not a single centimeter, and it was as unresponsive as before. At least it didn't explode this time, he thought bitterly.

Aster doubled over in utter shock as that bright hope was yanked away in a flash, making him feel as if he was on North's sleigh in the middle of a spectacular set of loop-de-loops.

The child-Guardian, only a few years older than those he protected, buried his face in his hands and did something he hadn't done in a long time.

He sat back on his heels in the Antarctic dessert, and he cried.

Until a freezing, wet something was dragged across his cheek. It was a bit sandpapery, and as cold as Jack himself, but somehow still wet. He looked up, his hope resurrected but still fragile and nervous, far too young to die. He was greeted with the sight of twin glowing circles, an icy blue that matched his own but glowed with a light the same color as his hands had. Jack's eyes lit up and his tears froze immediately only to be licked off by his creation. He let out a breathless laugh and stared at his pet, gently laying his hands on it and beaming when it's tail wagged and it lunged at him. He didn't worry for a second; it was his. He had brought it into this world, and he could take it out if he had to, as much as it pained him to think it. He fell backwards with another laugh, more solid this time, the ice animal on top of him and licking his face like crazy. "Whoa, boy, calm down!" Another chuckle as its tongue dragged his face in a weird direction, effectively squishing his right eye closed. "I'm excited too. Let me up, okay?" The creature complied and hopped off its master. "Wow." Jack took in the appearance of his not-so-little frost creation with a grin.

It was made of ice, but the fur and tail and limbs still moved fluidly, blowing in the wind and responding properly; at least, he assumed they was responding properly, he wasn't the animal and had no way of knowing if it had a mind of its own or was responding to Jack's wishes, but at the most basic level their motor skills seemed to be functioning correctly. It growled playfully at him and bit at the end of his pants, further tattering them. Jack reprimanded it, though he was joking. "Hey! I need those! Stop that!" It continued to tug until Jack nudged it back a bit with his staff.

It exploded into snowflakes and the crooked smile previously resting on the adolescent's face faded as the white powder-like substance blended back in with all the other crystals blanketing the ground.

"What? No, I didn't mean to... please come back, we can still play together..." Jack's voice wavered uncertainly and his eyes brimmed with disappointed tears that he refused to let fall. His lower lip wobbled but he stiffened his jaw resolutely. "No. No more tears. I did it before, I can do it again."

He crouched on the ground again, making yet another ice statue. Hopefully number forty nine wouldn't implode and send up a mushroom cloud of snow like thirty seven had...

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A/N:

I know this is vague, but I was going to reveal what the animal was in the next chapter. You can probably guess what it is, because the title chapter, and the original reveal wasn't half as cool as I planned -.-

that, in the a/n, is kinda what happens when I just woke up and haven't moved, just pulled my laptop onto my bed.

well, you don't care about me, so more story news!

this is a separate arc from "Responsibility", but it's the same 'verse. I am trying to leave ties throughout other arcs, like mentioning his irresponsibility and other things. "Responsibility" had a huge giveaway to ANOTHER arc, "For the Love of Sight". it goes with a headcanon I have, as does the next part of this (which will be called "Sand Wolves").

Anywho, CL, signing off! *face-plants while mock-saluting*

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