Jackfrostcentaur Stories

> "Grief doesn't come crashing in like thunder. It settles quietly-like frost on your bones-and waits for you to break." Three years have passed since the mirror realm collapsed. Since Entity-Jack Frost's fractured shadow, his other half-disappeared into frostbitten silence. No body. No sign. No forgiveness. The world moved on. Jack didn't. Once a Guardian of laughter and wonder, Jack now drifts like a storm with no center. His frost still paints rooftops, but it no longer sings. His eyes once sparked with mischief-now they carry the weight of what was buried beneath the lake and never returned. The Guardians whisper. He's colder. Quieter. Distant. The children feel it. Their dreams frost over with echoes of someone they don't remember... but miss anyway. But Jack can't grieve what he never understood. He can't mourn a soul he once feared. And he can't accept that the one who hated him... might've been the part of him that mattered most. This phase is not about healing. It's about refusing to. Because denial is a frost that doesn't melt. And somewhere, deep beneath the snow- > Something is still listening.