Jack Frost was sitting at the window of his room. He had a small smile as he held his moon-shaped "staff". He knew you couldn't see him and he knew it wasn't your fault, since no one could see him anyway.

He liked watching you, you were a peculiar person for him. I liked the cold and appreciated the beautiful snow it created... most people hated the snow and the cold, but not you.

He made small snowflakes in his hands as he looked at you with a smile on his face. He thought to himself. But what he didn't expect is for you to see him. He was very shocked to see that you were scared to see him.

"Ah... hello, I'm Jack, Jack Frost..."