Snow Angel (Jack FrostxTeen Colonial Reader)

Burgess, PA. circa 1700

The light of the full moon shone of the frozen pond. Beneath the icy water, Jack Frost blinked his ice blue eyes, feeling his body being pulled towards the glow of pale light. The ice cracked softly, parting as he emerged from the cold darkness; frigid drops of water ran down his face. He let out a gasp as he got his first breath of air like a baby at birth, a cloud of cold breath rose from his lips. Panting, he was levitated in the air and stared at the moon. He was scared at first...but after seeing the moon, his fear dissipated. He slowly descended and landed gracefully on the frozen pond; the cracked ice melded back as soon as his bare feet touched. 

He looked at himself and around. He didn't recognize anything, not even his own reflection. He looked towards the moon in hopes it would tell him something, only to remain silent and still. Shrugging, he walked, slipping slightly on the icy surface of the pond. After gaining a stable footing, his foot hit something. Looking down, there was a wooden branch lying there that looked like a shepherd's staff. He touched it with his toe and it turned a shade of frosted blue when he touched it. Furrowing his brow, he picked it up to look at it. A pulse came from the staff, the bottom made contact with the ice. Featherlike frost streamed across the sheer surface. He stared in awe and amazement. He wanted to see what else this magical staff could do. He touched it to some tree trunks, watching the frost blossom on the bark. Feeling joy, he ran across the ice with light laughter. The entire pond became glazed with frost, even the bushes and rocks. After having some fun with his newly found staff on the frozen pond, the wind made the boy fly. He hovered but a moment in the air, looking at the frosted glazed pond...and he clumsily fell, the tree branches smacked him...until he landed on a thick branch. Laughing at his embarrassment, he pulled himself up on the balls of his feet and looked in the distance to see a village nearby.

Using the wind, he flew clumsily, landing in a heap at the outskirts of town. He laughed again, embarrassed, dusting the snow off his clothes. He greeted the villagers there cheerfully, getting no response from anyone. They walked by like they didn't see him.

That's strange, Jack thought.

He saw a little boy running towards him. 

"Oh, uh, excuse me," he said. "Could you tell me where I am?"

The boy ran right through him! Panting with shock and fear, he realized he was invisible. Snowflakes fell from the sky and the air became colder.

"Hello?" he called, his voice lost in the wind.

More villagers walked right through the boy. No one could see him or hear him. He was scared and alone...and no one could see him. He was lost. He had no idea where he was or who he was. All he knew was his name...since the Moon told him so. That's all it told him.

Shaken, Jack headed back to the woods, feeling tears in his eyes. He went back to the frozen pond, sitting in the middle of the sheer surface, Jack hugged his knees, lying his head on them, letting out small whimpers. He tried not to cry, but what was the point? Nobody would notice him bawling like a lost child. Tears fell from his blue eyes and froze on his cheeks; icicles stuck on his eyelashes, falling as he blinked, shattering. 

After having no more tears left, Jack sniffled, feeling a little better. He knew sitting there and crying wasn't going to solve anything. Might as well find a way for someone to notice him. Maybe practice a bit with his staff and winter magic.

***

It's a cold, snowy night. You're sitting by the fire with some fellow villagers, trying to stay warm. The fire keeps your bare feet warm. 

Yet you don't feel like you belong here. An outcast. Friends are hard to come by since you don't know anyone here. Everyone is a stranger to you. Plus everyone thinks you're strange for believing in those childhood stories about fairies and such. You try to pretend to be grown up, but you're still a child at heart.

Bored and irritated by the hustle and bustle of the noise, you start to walk away from the fire.

"(Name)," said your mother. "Where are you going?"

"For a walk," you answer. "I won't be long."

"Stay close to the village," she said. "Don't go too far."

You nod, giving her your promise. When the truth is, you want to be alone where it's quiet. You head towards the woods. The solitude and the silence are comforting: the only sounds are the wind and the crunching snow beneath your feet. Even though you're used to the cold due to having no shoes most of your life, it still doesn't stop you from shivering. You clutch your cloak tighter to keep out the icy breeze out. It's a beautiful night: the full moon shining in the sky, casting shadows on the trees, the snow sparkling like tiny jewels, and light steel grey clouds cover the sky. You look up and see a shooting star.

Might as well make a wish.

"I wish..." you say, trying to think of a good wish. "I wish..."

You think about what your heart really wants. Some nice warm shoes perhaps. Yet, you want something more...it was lonely, being new in this town, not knowing anyone. You parents assured you would make friends eventually and get used to your new home, truth be told, you were homesick and missed your friends from your old town.

"I wish I had a friend," you say, shutting your eyes as you make your wish.

You open your eyes and find your wish didn't come true. Sighing in disappointment, you kick the snow.

"I guess I should've wished for shoes," you grumble.

After a few minutes of brooding, you hear...crying? It does sound like the wind is doing so. But you're not sure. Your feet start going numb. It was getting colder and it started to snow. You decide to head back and warm yourself by the fire. You follow your footprints in the snow back to the village.

Jack Frost heard a voice, looking down to see you: dressed in similar clothes as the villagers he had seen earlier. He wonders what you're doing all alone in the woods on a cold night like this. He heard you make a wish. When he saw you were disappointed, grumbling about wanting shoes, he chuckled.

"I'll be your friend," he said. "If you only could see me."

Deciding to get closer, he used the wind to help him fly...he still hadn't gotten used to riding it. He tumbled from the sky in a heap of arms and legs, cracking branches as he fell...

You hear the snapping of branches above and something falls behind you with a plop in the snow. Your heart ponds wildly as you hear this and you turn around to see a mass of brown cloth that moves and said...

"Ow!"

Startled, you gasp, jolting backwards, slipping in the snow and falling into the cold pillowy blanket. Snow gets in your clothes and you shiver as you feel some fall down your back.

Jack shakes his head, snow all over him, dusting himself off. He looks at you sitting in the snow. You stare at this boy who apparently fell out of the sky. His hair was silvery white like moonlight, his eyes are blue, dressed in a brown cloak that is frosted. He's so pale and lithe. And he was barefoot as well. No surprise since a lot of children in the village didn't wear shoes. You blinked your (e/c) a few times. You don't remember seeing him at the village before.

"Hello," he said with a smile.

You make a bunch of choked sounds, unsure of what to say. You are stunned.

"What's the matter?" the boy asked with an impish look. "Cat got your tongue?" Then laughs lightly, almost pixieish.

You are too stunned to answer, staring blankly. Could this be the friend you wished for? You made a wish on a shooting star...and lo and behold, this boy falls out of the sky. 

Jack sighed sadly when he heard no response. He was just about to leave when you speak.

"Where did you come from?"

The boy stops mid track and turns, ignoring your question. "Wait," he said surprised. "You can see me?"

"Yes," you answer. 

"Oh thank you! I'm so glad someone can see me!" he said with tears of joy. "Could you tell me where I am?"

"My question first," you insist. "Where did you just come from? You just fell out of the sky. You scared me."

Jack blushed, embarrassed. "Sorry about that. It's my first time flying...and I'm not really used to it."

Uh...did he just say...? you think, raising an eyebrow. 

"A-are you an angel?" you ask stupidly. 

The boy laughs. "What makes you think I'm an angel?"

"Well, you did fall out of the sky...and you mentioned flying..." you answer. 

You did want to say he looked like one, but why embarrass yourself? The boy would think you're silly.

"No. I'm not an angel," he said with a smile. "As you can see, I don't have wings."

You watched as he picked up some kind of stick lying next to him with his foot and it glowed a frosted blue when he touched it. You remember hearing those bedtime stories. 

"Oh! You must be a fairy," you say.

The boy shook his head with another laugh at your innocence. "Jeez! What makes you think I'm a fairy?"

"You have a...wand," you say, pointing to his staff.

He laughs. "It's a staff," he corrected. "But I guess it is like a wand. Watch this."

He touched a tree and you watch frost spread all over the bark. Your eyes have widened with amazement.

"What else can you do?" you ask, excited.

"Well, I'm still learning...but I guess...this," he replied with a smirk, tossing a snowball at you.

You frown in annoyance at first, but you feel something tickle and you start to laugh.

"Now can you tell me where I am?" he asks.

You tell him. "Burgess, Pennsylvania. It's January 17th." You tell him the year as well.

"Thank you so much," he said. "My name is Jack Frost by the way."

"I'm pleased to meet you. My name is (y/n)," you say, shaking his hand, which is ice cold. "Are you alright? You're so cold."

"Oh! Sorry! I didn't notice that. You don't happen to know anything about me, do you?"

"No, I can't say I do," you said. "I'm new here myself...and I don't remember seeing you in town before. Sorry."

Jack felt sad. He had hoped to find out more about himself since he found you.

"Don't worry," you say. "I'm sure we'll find something."

You hear your mother calling your name in the distance.

"I better head home," you say. "Maybe we can play tomorrow. I promise to come back."

"That's great!" Jack replied. "I can't wait! See you tomorrow, (name)."