Apr 28, 2013
aduelingaussie
one-without-a-light
thatfrost-boy
thehijackbunny
Jack Frost rested against a big oak tree. It had been a long day. An icy day in Canada and a blizzard in Russia. Three lakes in the Northeast of America and a snowball fight in Germany. Sighing heavily, Jack relaxed his hand from gripping his staff. Light reflected off the freshly, fallen snow, bringing sunlight into the dark forest. Birds called somewhere in the distance, their wings flapping to escape the sudden cold. He felt a shift in the air and stood, hand on his staff. "Who's there?"
