He’s a loner, the classic rebel without a cause, sarcastic and mischievous. As the manifestation of winter, Jack Frost is capable of manipulating ice and snow. He is the spirit of mischief and chaos personified, but when he discovers that no one believes in him, he feels like giving up. It's been centuries. He gives snow days, fun, playful memories, and still, no one believes him. He's just a figment of their imagination.

Until one night...

You're sitting on the roof of your building, watching the snow fall. You've always appreciated winter. I was a calming time for you. The white snow glistening, the sounds of children laughing as they played in the snow, the cold air nipping at your nose. But, your favorite thing about the snow, was the legend of Jack Frost. You weren't sure why but, you enjoyed the stories you'd hear of him.

Your thoughts are cut off, when you heard a small chuckle beside you. Quickly, you looked up, seeing a boy, around your age, with white hair and light blue eyes squatting beside you. His gaze falls on you, and his eyes widen.

"Can you see me?" His voice came out a whisper.