Thawed

Vengence

Winter spirits are supposed to travel with seasons, when it is no longer winter we are supposed to vanish. Disappear until next winter where we can cause havoc at it's worst, escape and hide away where there's always snow until we can come back out to play.

If only humanity were that lucky.

Because now they have to deal with me.

Yeah, that's right. I break the rules, with every dark act I commit, I hope Father Winter will realize he is wrong in keeping me and gives me back my humanity. It'd be easy to do. I could go back to my life, I've already got the story sorted out as to where I've gone.

"I was kidnapped and never once did I see the perp's face, or hear their voice, I can only assume it was male because of the strength they used to kidnap me. Was I raped? Nope. Would there be any rhyme or reason to why I was the victim of this horrible deed? Of course not except I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Could've happened to anybody. Well how did I escape? Easy, with pure will. Gaining trust by never trying to run, paying attention to my surroundings and how things worked. Where were you hidden? I don't quite know, it was tucked far away into the woods, I wandered for days until eventually I found somewhere familiar and worked my way home." And of course it's all just by fate that Mick still lives where he used to and that he still hasn't moved on. We could pick up right where we left off.

If only it were that easy, right? Well first I have to get my humanity back, well begging failed. But what about rebelling? Show I'm a flight risk, he's bound to break eventually. So here I am, back to where all my troubles began. How sweet my vengeance will be, lets see how many families I can destroy before he strips me of my cursed powers. They always warn drivers about black ice, lots of people never encounter it. Well bitches, here I am and you better not be on the road while I'm out and about because I want myself a rather high body count. I mean what is Father Winter going to do? Make the conditions worse? I don't think so. Send Jack to stop me? I'd like to see him try. With dark thoughts running through my head as I make a storm that even Father Winter would be afraid of. Laughing at all the people crashing, burning, and dying on the high way, I feel surged with power. Anger, and violence. I want them to die. I'll make sure they all die, like I should have.

"Sig. Stop." Of course, Father Winter sent Jack. I laugh. They really think the old flame I had with him will burn away any of my anger? All irony intended. "Why frost boy? What do I have left to lose." "What's left of your mortality." I stop in my path. "What did you say?" I whip around with a vortex of hail and essentially death. "I said your mortality." With no more than a thought I'm closer to Jack than I ever have been. "What are you talking about Frost?" "The more you kill, the darker your soul. Your soul is the only reason you remember your past life, and without it, you'll lose your mortality and your goal of being human again will be lost. Sure Father Winter can make your powers dormant and give back your visibility to mere mortals, you might even age as well. and then when you die a nice human death, you'll just go straight back to this. What you are now, but if you keep doing these things, you'll never even get that far." "Oh yeah? Why didn't anybody tell me this sooner? Besides it's not like Father Winter would make me human again anyways. At least not while I play by any rules but my own."

I turn around and start to fly away. "Sigourney! Stop." I pause, but I don't turn. "Why should I?" "Because, this isn't you. We both know that, all those people you just tried to kill? You wanted them all to live. Their deaths can't satisfy your death wish. Just think things over, if you repent Father Winter has promised to give you what you want, but you have to earn it. Before you decide anything, just look at your reflection." "Reflection?" I turn around and Jack tosses me a small silver disk. I catch it up by my ear. It has a small snowflake engraved on it. "What's this Jacky boy?" "It'll show you how dark you've become." I realize it's a compact of sorts and I open it and take in the horror. My hair is the darkest shad of black that I have ever seen. My skin is the color of ashes, and my eyes are even darker than my hair. The only comparison I can make are two black holes inhabiting my eye sockets. "What's happened to me?"

"Your soul has turned dark, but you still have it. There's still time to repent before it's too late."