Icebox
by MewWitch
RotG drabbles collection
Rating: M-To be on the safe side
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Chapter 1. Drabbles 1-3
1. When you're lying alone in the night time / And your loneliness turns into fear / With the words of your memory failing and falling / You're drowning in a river of tears
Jack Frost can't cry.
It's not that he doesn't know how. Nor a lack of trying. After everything he'd gone thru, he'd experienced all the emotions necissary for such an action. There was just one problem.
He was Jack Frost.
Jack. Frost.
FROST.
And it didn't matter how much he wailed or sobbed under the harsh light of a full moon. No matter how many biting insults from Bunnymund or the other spirits he met over the centuries (who never bothered to pull their punches, weither physical or verbal) left him anguishing inside, nothing would spill out over the edge of his eyelids.
As soon as the faintest hint of wetness reached his tearducts, it would freeze.
And if he wasn't careful, the hoarfrost would congeal, leaving him temporarily blinded.
Sometimes he would just lay there under the light of the stars and let the dark creep over his eyes till there was nothing but the sound of his breath.
2. I still remember the world / From the eyes of a child / Slowly those feelings / Were clouded by what I know now
The boy Jamie Bennent was Jack's best friend, confidant, little brother, and partner in crime all rolled into one.
They would spend every availabe wintry minute playing together, making snowmen, starting neighborhood wide snow wars. Jack even took the time to teach the boy all he knew about ice skating and by the time Jamie was thirteen, the two were wizzing around Jack's pond together at high speeds, each trying to out do the other.
Even the boring stuff, like chores and school work, Jack would try to pitch in the best he could, not wanting to miss a single moment with his First Believer. (Those words would always be capitolized in Jack's head when he thought of Jamie.)
Jack Frost knew the boy called Jamie Bennent like he knew the back of his hand. The strange being known as Jamie Bennent the teenager/young adult though...He was a little more complicated.
Which is probably why Jack never saw that kiss coming.
3. I'm frightned by what I see / But somehow I know that there's much more to come / Immobilized by my fear / And soon to by blinded by tears
The boy squirmed from where the Nightmare King had him pinned to the cold stone, his boot pushing down hard on the youth's chest. "Why by breaking into my lair-for a second time, I might add- and freeing all of Toothania's pesky faries, you've more then proven that I was right in needing you out of the way, Frost."
Pitch's shadows loomed over the boy, dark and menacing. "It would seem though that simply breaking your staff barely slowed you down." He held up the wooden tool, and ran his fingers down it's length before gripping both ends tightly.
"Perhaps two pieces wasn't enough."
"No!" Jack cried out despite knowing the monster before him would not listen to his pleas. "Don't, please don't!"
Pitch grinned down at him, all sharp teeth and malice.
"Well, you do know what they say Jack."
-SNAP-
"If at first you don't succeed."
-SNAP-
"Try. -SNAP- Try. -SNAP- Again."
-SNAP-
A.N.
Okay so this was inspired/influenced by the story Carousel by Kalael over on A03. If you haven't read her stuff, then SHAME ON YOU! IT"S AMA-ZING!