#jackfrost-oldmanwinter

"You know, I am normally thrilled to have a new visitor. But you? Why would you want to be in a place like this?" Pitch Black asked the frost spirit. He stood on a crooked stone passageway above where Jack stood.

"There a chill in here or is that just me?" Sunny queried looking up from the book sitting in her lap. "Though I'll admit, it usually it's too warm in here anyway--kind of ironic, don't you think?" 

A little boy in the park isn't something usually that people pay attention to. Except this little boy hadn't left the park for three days.

There was a girl sitting under a tree, blood trailing down her arm from a cut on her neck. She felt snowflakes hitting her her nose, taking her mind off of the pain she giggled lightly. She had no idea where she was, completely lost. All she could remember was some creepy man giving her a new formed scar. "Damnit.." She muttered, under breath.