Frost (Jack Frost X Reader)

Winter has always been your favorite season by far. You cherished everything about the wonderful time of year. Not just because it's the time for no school, or festive holidays (if you celebrate them, that is) but because Winter is beautiful.

People hate winter because the snow annoys them or because it's cold and people can get the flu and other sicknesses very easily. Not you. You admired winter for it's beauty, you loved when the snowflakes would drift quietly and gently to the ground as if it was nobody's business. You loved making snow angels, and making footprints in the snow, or you would just stare at a clean, crisp white patch of snow that no-one has stepped on yet.

You loved the icicles hanging from trees, and what is was that you admired more than anything about winter was easily frost. Frost patterns to you are a work of art. The swirls and floral-like patterns is what made you excited for winter to arrive.

Frost was just simply beautiful.

This winter you were currently staying in a cabin by a large woods on your own. Every day, you rushed outside, wrapped up nice and warm, and would bring a magnifying glass with you so you could see the frost.

Little did you know that every day, someone was in the woods with you. You couldn't see them, but they could see you. And they saw you staring in awe at the snow and the frost. And every day he would smile and feel a little better, and not so lonely.

Because of this, he decided to create new patterns every day where you would usually visit. He simply had to tap the tree to make a whirl of frost spiral around the tree trunk.

One day, he decided to write something in the frost, however. You see, he had seen this girl from time to time now, and he couldn't help thinking it but was he falling for her? It seemed like a stupid idea, I mean, she couldn't even see him! But he decided to write a message, maybe she would see him at last.

You walked out to the usual clearing of trees with the magnifying glass, and one tree caught your eye in a matter of seconds. You walked closer to it, not even needing your magnifying glass to see this.

I don't even know your name,
But you are the only person,
Who has ever praised my frost.
You make me smile when you smile at my work,
But if only you could see me?

Jack Frost

Your mouth dropped open. Jack Frost? Was he really real?

You turned your head to see someone in a blue hoodie covered in frosting and holding a staff sitting in a tree. His silver hair gleamed in the sunlight which was peeking through the trees. He was smiling from ear to ear at you.

You smiled back, showing your teeth, and whispered.

"Thank you."