It was incredibly cold that winter. The light flutter of snow suddenly turned into a heavy blizzard that easily blinded you as soon as you stepped outside into the cold air. You felt the snow attack your cheeks as the wind ruffled your (insert hair colour) hair harshly, and you cursed yourself for telling your mother that you would get the shopping.
"Stupid good for nothing snow, why can't it snow when it's a school day like when I asked?" You asked aloud with a miserable voice as you swung your scarf over your shoulder. You just hated how you found yourself freezing cold outside on a Saturday afternoon.
"Hey!" A voice cried out loudly in an angry.
The snow stopped suddenly and you stopped dead in your tracks with a frown on your face. You could have sworn that you heard someone just then. But as you looked around, you noticed that you were alone. You sighed heavily as you carried on walking. It was probably just the wind, you thought, or probably someone yelling at something. Yes, that must be it. You were just hoping that the snow wouldn't pick up again and become a blizzard as it had done lately.
But surprisingly, it didn't snow that much for the rest of the day as you walked through the park with your groceries. You watched the children play in the snow and laughing. You couldn't help yourself as you watched the children play with a smile on your face. You missed playing in the snow like when you were a young girl, having snowball fights, making snow angels and building snowmen. But you were just too busy to do any of that anymore. And besides, being sixteen made you too old to have a snowball fight: it would be so embarrassing if your friends saw you there. You carried on walking through the park, wondering what you were going to do for your English assignment.
Until you felt a snowball collide into the back of your head.
You whipped your head around to see the children that were playing laughing at you loudly. You felt your cheeks getting hotter in rage whilst the back of your head was freezing cold. Whoever threw that at you would be slaughtered. Or at the very least be given a very stern telling that would make them cry their eyes out.
"Who threw that?" You asked loudly. The children sniggered amongst themselves, nudging each other in the ribs. You put your groceries on the floor and crossed your arms at the sniggering kids with a glare in your eyes. You weren’t in the mood to be messed around by some rude, annoying group of kids.
“Look kids, don’t mess around with me. I’m too old for this bull crap. Who threw that snowball at my-” You stopped in mid sentence as you felt a snowball hit you right in the face and you gasped in shock. You heard the children breath in sharply. For a second you were absolutely furious. The person who threw that snowball at you had some downright nerve! But then, you felt a sudden rush of joy within your veins and in your mind, and you found yourself laughing all of the sudden. You were just so happy, but you didn’t really know why. You opened your eyes with a grin on your face.
“Good one, kids. Which one of you threw that one at me?” You asked with a grin.
“That would’ve been me.” A voice called out. You turned your head to see a boy who looked two years older than you, with a pale complexion and snowy white hair and icy blue eyes that sparkled like the snowflakes that were beginning to fall. Your heart started fluttering, but you were still grinning widely.
“You’re a kid?” You asked, looking at the boy up and down. She was wearing a blue hoodie that had the cuffs of his sleeves and the front of his hoodie covered in what looked like frost that shimmered and pale blue trousers and no shoes. He looked slightly out of place, and he was even leaning against his tall, wooden staff, that was ebony with a hint of snow blue. They boy nodded and grinned at you cheekily.
“There’s nothing wrong with having a little bit of fun. But of course, you’re too old for this kind of thing.” The boy added in a very serious tone, looking at you with a mischievous look in his eyes with a slight smirk. You raised an eyebrow at him and returned a smirk back to him.
“No I’m not.” You said in a defiant tone. You didn’t know where this sudden urge to have fun come from, but a part of you wanted to go through with it. But the boy laughed loudly, and then looked at you with a devilish smile.
“Prove it.” The boy said, looking at you expectantly. You turned your head to the children and bent down and crafted a snowball from the ground and stood up.
“OK kids. Who’s up for a little snowball fight?” You asked out loud. The children looked at each other nervously for a second, but then looked at you eagerly and nodded widely at you. You threw your snowball in the air and caught it in your hand. You turned your head to the boy, who looked at your with wide eyes full of wonder and excitement. You were going to make this guy regret challenging you.
“So we agree that I won the snowball fight?” You said in an exhausted voice as you lay in the snow next to the boy. The sky was growing dark, and you were absolutely exhausted. But you had a lot of fun that day, showing the kids that even you yourself knew how to have fun. The kids couldn’t say that you weren’t on fire out there. He boy turned his head to you with a disbelieving grin.
“Uh, no, you didn’t: I let you win.” The boy said in a matter of fact tone. You laughed loudly.
“You wish.” You giggled, blushing slightly. They boy looked at you with a small smile on his face, his blue eyes staring into your (insert eye colour) eyes.
“What’s your name again?” He asked as he began to sit up. You sat up with a grin and stuck your hand out.
“_______ (Surname).” You said in a formal tone. The boy laughed as he shook your hand fondly. You noticed that his hand was terribly cold.
“Jack Frost.” The boy said with a shimmer in his eyes. You chuckled suddenly as he smiled at you.
“Like the little elf that brings snow days to little kids around the world, huh?” You said in a joking tone. You knew that there was no such thing as Jack Frost. He was as real as Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. The boy chuckled stiffly, but he had a soft look in his eyes as he twined a strand of your (insert hair colour) hair around his finger slowly and watching it fall back into place.
“I guess you could say that he’d be a lot better looking than an elf.” Jack said in a knowing tone.
“How do you know that?” You asked with a smirk. Jack laughed loudly and looked at your (insert eye colour) eyes for the second time with eyes that were full of mischief again.
“I’m, what you’d call, best friends with him. I’m even friends with Santa and the Easter Bunny.” He said in a proud voice. You shook your head at him. Even though he was older than you and incredibly entertaining with other qualities, he had the attitude of a little kid who still believed in the Tooth Fairy and the Sandman.
“He can’t be real. I can’t believe in what I can’t see.” You said with a hint of annoyance in your voice. Jack frowned suddenly, his thick eyebrows furrowed at you as he looked at you in disbelief.
“If you don’t believe in what you can’t see... then how can you see me?” He asked himself. You heard his question and looked at him.
“Huh?” You said with a frown. You were just confused now; you didn’t know what was going on anymore. Jack looked at you and grinned. He stood up, grabbed his staff that was propped up next to a tree and touched the tree lightly with his staff. It all happened within a space of a blink. The tree was suddenly smothered in frost and ice. You stared at him in shock as you jumped up onto your feet. Just what did he do just then?! Was he in some kind of magic cult? Jack laughed again.
“I’m gonna introduce myself to you again. My name is Jack Frost, the Winter Sprite, and the Guardian of Fun. It’s nice to meet ya.” Jack said, sticking his hand out to you again. Your mouth dropped as you stared at him in disbelief. Jack Frost, as in the Jack Frost, was actually real, and in the flesh, standing right in front of you. But if he was real... you wondered if there were any more myths and legends just like him.