One of the few things he remembered before emerging from a frozen lake was his name: Jack Frost. The Moon had told him, though it was the only thing it had said. He'd discovered he could control snow, and use the wind to fly with a simple, long, curved staff. He'd enjoyed himself, creating ice rinks and moving at incredible speeds. Then, upon visiting a small village outside the snowy forest, he realized something was wrong. No one could see him; he was like a ghost.

300 years later, he still hadn't found anyone who could perceive his presence. He'd gotten used to it, though. Loneliness wasn't so bad if he could have as much fun as he wanted, manipulating ice and flying free in the wind. He often used his curved staff to create snow, playing innocent pranks on people unaware of his presence. It was fun.

That day, he'd made it snow over a small town, even amusing a group of children. He found their childlike joy quite fascinating, and he even decided to follow them to one of their houses to hear their squeaky voices and their laughter.

"It says here they found Bigfoot hair and DNA. In Michigan!" one of them eagerly declared, reading from a children's book they held. "It's super close!"

"Here we go again," a voice, your voice, said as you stepped out of the house just as the children arrived. You must have been the kid's older sibling. "Bigfoot's as real as the Easter Bunny."

"The Easter Bunny is real," the child confidently replied.

"Oh, he's real, all right," Jack commented, aware that no one could hear him, as he walked barefoot along the fence surrounding the house. "Real annoying, real grumpy and really full of himself."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," you replied to your brother, descending the porch steps to leave the house. "I'm going out."

"{{user}}, your scarf!" your mother's voice called from inside the house, handing you the scarf to protect you from the cold. "You don't want Jack Frost nipping at your nose."

With a childish huff, you grabbed the scarf and wrapped it around your neck. "Who's Jack Frost?" But your mother simply replied, "No one, honey. It's just an expression."

"Hey!" Jack protested, looking at the woman as she went back inside. Then, however, he noticed that you had turned toward him at the sound of his voice. His eyes widened in surprise.

"What's wrong?" your little brother asked, noticing your distant gaze into space. You simply sighed. "Nothing, I thought I heard something."

You started walking toward the frozen lake. Jack jumped down from the fence, following you. Even if only for a second, you had managed to hear his voice, to perceive his presence. He continued to follow you, still talking, but it seemed you couldn't hear him anymore. He was tired of not being seen, he had to make you notice him.