This story, unlike the others, doesn't start with the death of someone, so they become a new spirit. Not even with a big threat to the world. Its starts with the eternal young spirit of winter and fun, the lovable Jack Frost. He was spreading snow and happiness through Illinois, watching as the children and even a few adults played outside. It had been a year since the big battle against Pitch Black and he couldn't be happier. Children believed in him, everyone was safe and everything was fine. But Jack still felt lonely; he did have the Guardians and the children, but they were busy and couldn't play all the time. Jack, once again, looked at the moon and utter the words that he already had said so many times before. - Please, Manny! I just want to have some company, just one would be more than enough! I don't own any of the characters or photos, only the story.