This idea had been swimming around in my head for a while now, I've always loved the song little Jack frost get lost, its a winter song from the 40's i recommend you look it up on youtube and listen to it, I like the version by Frankie Carle the best and its is a really nice song. I saw rise of the and was wondering how Jack would react to the song, so here it is! i hope you like it and i hope i was accurate enough in describing the forties. if you have questions you can review or PM me!

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Jack Frost was walking slowly down a street. It was dark and cold, and he wasn't feeling too happy. The buildings surrounding him seemed taller and darker than normal, and he actually felt kind of cold.

He was in New York city, the year was 1947, and there were people everywhere, despite the time of night, this was New York after all, the city that never slept. They all walked briskly, some carrying packages or bags, others pushing strollers, or holding hands. It was the holiday season and everyone seemed to be happy. Strings of lights adorned many of the lampposts, and stores displayed various items along with decorations in the gleaming windows which shone in the darkness.

Jack was particularly sad today, the holidays always made him melancholy, they reminded him of how alone he was, how alone he would always be.

Jack stood and observed the people, their voices were all blending together into a merry hum of words. Most of the women wore dresses with floral patterns and an assortment of colorful shawls and hats, many of them taking the cold weather as a chance to show off their new mink stoles or their shiny fur coats. The men all wore similar shades of grey and brown, their heads topped with a normal looking grey or brown hat, and their brown or black shoes reflecting the holiday lights.

Jack watched as children stood on tiptoes pointing at things in the windows, their mothers dragging them along and telling them that maybe santa would bring them something like that if they were good and ate their vegetables that night.

Jack smirked at the mention of his Russian friend. They would be shocked that instead of finding a fat, rosy old guy crawling down their chimney on christmas they would actually see a tall, angry looking man with black eyebrows shooting in and out of chimneys and yelling happily.

Jack was in the city for his usual rounds and had already made it snow in Harlem and Yorkville, he was working his way down and was now near fifth avenue and fifty seventh street, standing aimlessly on a corner, not really feeling like making it snow just yet.

Jack was broken from his thoughts as a man walked straight through him and shivered from the cold. Jack decided it would be better if he flew, he wasn't particularly liking all these people walking into him, it was almost unavoidable in New York though, there were always so many people.

Jack perched himself on top of a lamppost, observing the happy families that walked down the streets and the bustling business men who had stopped on the way home to buy little Tommy or Jane the toy they wanted for christmas.

Jack tapped the lamppost beneath his feet with his staff, the curls of frost spreading slowly down to the base of the metal structure, making a small boy who was leaning there retract at the sudden chill. Jack smiled, he did love the cold, it was the only thing he had. His only friend was the wind, his only form of company the snowflakes which he made all from the sky.

The teenager was about to shoot into the air and invite his friends to fall down from the sky and chill the huge city, when he heard something. It really shouldn't have intrigued him, it was the sound of music, normal music, it sounded like a saxophone backed by a trumpet, pretty typical intro for a song from the forties.

For some reason he was very interested in the music, it sounded far away and warbled, it must have been playing far off in a building somewhere. He soon found himself floating on the gentle winter breeze, following the sound of the music. It was almost ghostly to him, and for some reason he felt as though he needed to hear the song.

After taking a few turns and stopping confusedly at a four way intersection for a moment, he finally found that the music was slightly louder and approached a tall brick building. He found a widow about seven floors up, it was well lit and laughter could be heard from inside. The white curtains were slightly parted, enough for Jack to peer into see a group of dancing people.

It appeared that they had pushed all the wooden furniture to the edges of the room and were using the carpeted area in the middle as a dance floor. There was food sitting on a table, and lights hanging around the rim of the ceiling. A nice tall tree stood in the corner near the door, filled with beautiful large lights and adorned with a wide assortment of shining ornaments. Many were in the shape of bells, with rings of color around their perimeters, others were solid spheres of color, and some were dainty little ornaments made of cloth and string.

Jack listened to the music that was emanating from the large wooden radio that was sitting on the table with the food. The horns had now been joined by a sole piano, playing a nice little tune and filling the room with laughter. All the people seemed happy to hear this song, they really seemed to enjoy it.

One girl who sat in a dark red chair, seemed especially excited, "This is that new song!" She said, almost bouncing out of her seat , "It came out today!" she smoothed out her yellow dress, which had been ruffled while she excitedly bounced, straightening out her white collar and waiting for the words to start, these introductions tended to be quite long.

Everyone smiled, they loved it when there was a new song on the radio, especially when they were with others who they could talk about it with. Many of the girls would swoon over the singer or the words of the song, and the men would discuss the pretty women who often sung background vocals, fantasizing about meeting them one day.

Jack found himself somewhat excited at well, he saw his reflection in the mirror and almost fell out of the sky as he realized had had a huge grin plastered on his face, how could that have happened? He was sad and all of a sudden he was grinning like a joker. He shook his head and focused on the figures dancing inside, the high heels of the women digging into the beige carpet.

Suddenly the music changed, going from a strong burst of trumpets to a solo piano and back to the trumpets again.

Jack was astonished at what he heard next, a sweet voice singing clearly and loudly said his name

little Jack Frost get lost, get lost,
Little Jack Frost get lost
You don't do a thing
But put a bite on the toes
Freeze up the ground at take the bloom from the rose

So, little Jack Frost go away, go away
And don't you come back another day

Theres lots of cold feet all the lovers complain
You turned off the heat down in lover's lane
The bench in the park is all alone in the dark
So, little Jack Frost get lost, get lost,
Little Jack Frost get lost

The singing stopped and the musical instruments took the chance to fill the gap between singing. Jack just stared in at the radio, the people dancing back and forth to the piano and trumpets.

He felt so strange, he finally had gotten some recognition, albeit quite ridiculous recognition, and it was telling him to go away. He looked at the excited girl sitting in the chair again, and for a moment it seemed as though she made eye contact, but then her eyes glazed over as she stared right through him out the window.

Before Jack had time to contemplate what had just happened the singing started back up again.

So, little Jack Frost go away, go away
And don't you come back another day

There's lots of cold feet, all the lovers complain
You turned off the heat down in lover's lane
The fence in the park is all alone in the dark
So, little Jack Frost get lost, get lost,
Little Jack Frost get lost
Get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost

I thnk ill have another chapter i just wanted to get this part posted because its christmas eve and its in the whole spirit of christmas. Happy holidays merry christmas!

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