Craving (Sehnsucht)

Children's laughter could be heard from a frozen pond near the little town Burgress.

Clouds filled the sky preventing sunshine and warmth from getting through.

Despite the chilling temperature and the grey, dreary winter sky the joy in the air could almost be tasted, every child felt so content that day. Every kid except one.

A few feet above the ground on a branch perched none other than the Winter Spirit Jack Frost himself. But instead of laughing and playing along with the kids like he normally would, he watched them in silence, a longing look in his eyes, wishing he could join in and be noticed, wishing he would not end up being walked through from the children, wishing he could pretend that it didn't bother him every time it happened like he could all the time before.

But it did bother him. And it hurt, so so much to not be seen, to not be acknowledged, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had tried everything. But no matter what he did not one child had believed in him in all the two hundred years he had existed until now.

He couldn't even ask someone else for help; The moon wasn't talking to him; it never did again after it had told him his name. Just his name, no explanation, no guidance, nothing. He didn't even matter to the one that had created him! How pathetic was that?

And pretty much every other immortal he had met, had ignored him. The ones that had at least not ignored him weren't nice to him. He was lucky when one even answered him in a friendly tone. Most of them had found him annoying, boring or plain too young. Too young…ha! He was over two hundred years old for god's sake! That was not young to him!

Since it had never helped him any Jack had started to avoid other spirits altogether. They were all the same, after all. Every single one of them had hurt him and he was tired of getting hurt and he was tired of constantly being alone, isolated, ignored. What could he have done that was so terrible for him to deserve all this? Whatever he did he couldn't remember it. And no one was telling him why either.

Jack was really fucking tired of it all. The only thing he wanted was some company, someone to play with, to talk to, to laugh with like everyone else. That couldn't be too hard right?

But apparently that was too much to ask for.