Author's Note: So, for the past month William Joyce has been posting random facts about Jack on his instagram. One of these facts was that Jack gets his clothes made by mice and fairies. I thought this was too cute of a concept and thus ended up writing this.

For those wondering why I haven't posted as many fics lately, my husband and I had a baby. Thus, that's been taking up a lot of my time until the little guy gets into more of a routine, but I'm still poking at fics, so there shall be more eventually.

Of Mice and Jack

There was no salvaging it, as much as it pained Jack to admit, but his shirt and vest had to be tossed. He sighed as he fingered the worn fabric of his once white shirt that had now turned grey and poked a finger through one of the dozen holes in it.

Jack had known it was only a matter of time, it was only last year he had part ways with his beloved cape and hood. It had been nearly killed him to do so. His clothes were one of the few possessions he owned, and yet his cape was a goner after getting torn into from the fight with the frost giant. Now his shirt and vest were the next victims.

Jack sighed as he sat on the tree stump and flexed his toes into the snow. The clothes weren't really needed for warmth, and if needed he could just survive on only a pair of pants. However, a part of him felt that made him more of a vulnerable target, and not to mention he would just feel odd without a least a shirt. He needed some dignity! Problem was he didn't know where to get clothes. Even if he had money to spend, it wasn't as if he could waltz into a shop to buy some.

"Best shot is to go searching around town to see if anyone has tossed out anything useful," he muttered to himself as he fingered his staff. He stared out at his pond before casting his gaze at the eternal silent moon.

"Don't suppose you got any suggestions," he said to it, but as expected the moon kept silent. "Yeah," he laughed bitterly. "Didn't think so." The wind came to ruffle at his hair as Jack rose to his feet. He was about to tell the wind to take him to town when a high pitch squeak caught his ears.

Jack blinked perplexed as he glanced around. Huh, no one in sight. Just him, the pond, the trees and-

"Squeak!"

Jack looked up, and finally saw what was causing the tiny noise. A little brown mouse was clinging to a flimsy branch as she dangled over the pond. The mouse gave more scared squeaks, and rightfully so. If the little mouse survived from drowning in the pond, she would probably freeze to death once she climbed out.

Suddenly, the branch snapped and the mouse dropped. Without thinking, Jack flew and caught the mouse in his hands just inches above the water. He gently clutched the mouse to his chest as he flew back to solid ground.

"You, okay?" Jack asked as he held out his hands.

The mouse seemed slightly dazed, but quickly recovered and gave a squeak as she twitched her whiskers at Jack.

"I'll take that as a 'Yes'," he replied with a laugh and set the mouse on a stump. "You should be more careful though. I doubt you would enjoy an icy bath."

The mouse was silent as she flicked her ears, and tilted her head at Jack. Funny, it was almost like the little animal could understand him. Jack smiled as he gave the mouse a light pat on her head.

"Well, see you around. I got to go clothes hunting." He sighed as he tugged at his shirt. "Too bad new clothes don't grow on trees."

He gave the mouse one more grin before letting the wind whisk him away. However, as he turned back for one more glance at the mouse, it almost seemed like the mouse was grinning back at him.

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Jack didn't have much luck clothes hunting. He had been at it all night, and the best he could find was an old tattered dress. He had been tempted to snag it, and simply cut it into a shirt until he realized the sleeves were too small and tight for him. Jack slumped against the tree on the branch he chose to nap as he watch the sunrise over the trees.

He fingered the sleeves that were now torn right through thanks to getting caught on a roof tile. Granted, it was his own fault. Jack should have been more careful when he hung upside off the ledge, even if it was for a just cause of dumping some snow on a grouchy man that had decided to take his rage out by yelling at the nearby kids. It would be worth it if the old grump learned his lesson and didn't bother the kids anymore. However, that still didn't solve Jack's clothing problem.

"I might have to wait until spring," he grumbled as he placed his staff into his lap, "and hope people throughout come clothes in their spring cleaning frenzy they always get into-"

"Squeak!"

Jack almost missed the soft noise, if he hadn't right then suddenly feel a tiny weight landed on his chest. He glanced down, and to his bewilderment saw the same mouse from the night before staring up back at him.

The little mouse blinked innocently and seemed to wait patiently for Jack to acknowledge her presence as she groomed her whiskers.

"Um…hi?" Jack replied, baffled as to why the mouse had sought him out. He had known dogs and cats for doing so, but it was odd behaviour for a wild mouse. They were normally such timid creatures. "Are you looking for food?" he asked and shrugged with a smile. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have anything except for the clothes on my back...literally."

The mouse didn't looked the least bit discouraged. Instead, she shocked Jack by placing her small paw into her mouth and letting loose a sharp whistle. Before Jack could even ask what she was doing, more mice scurried up the tree and tackled him.

Panic struck, especially when the mice dove inside his shirt, but it was quickly overcome by his laughter as Jack felt tiny paws run up his arms and down his back.

"Ha ha! Cut it out! That tickles!" Jack laughed as he felt the mice's fur and whiskers brush against his skin. He felt something thin like string being wrapped around his neck, waist and arms. It wasn't until a grey mouse poked out of his shirt collar that Jack realized what he was feeling was a small tape measure as the mouse measured his neck.

The little brown mouse that had started all this had stay in her spot on Jack's chest until another mouse rushed to up her and gave a nod. The brown mouse then gave another whistle, and just as speedily as they had appeared, the mice climbed out of Jack's shirt and ran back down the tree, leaving the brown mouse and Jack alone.

The winter spirit tilted his head dumbfounded at the small creature. "You're not an ordinary mouse, are you?" he asked.

The mouse revealed her teeth like it was trying to smirk before giving a small thumbs up and scurried off to join the others. Jack remained where he was as his mind tried to reach some logical conclusion on what on earth he had just experienced.

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It was a full two weeks before Jack saw the brown mouse again. During that time, Jack still had zero luck into obtaining new clothes for himself. After another fruitless search, Jack returned to his pond and his mind drifted once again to the bizarre encounter he had with the mouse. He concluded the creature was a type of fairy, and the act was somehow a kind of gratitude for Jack saving her from drowning the other day. He knew that fairies were very strict on paying back any debt they owed, which was why it was strange that Jack hadn't seen the mouse since. Jack had thought she would have re-appeared by now...unless being tackled by a group of mice was how she wanted to thank Jack. If it was, he had no sweet clue on what it did or meant.

He was starting to believe he had merely dreamed up the whole thing when he felt a tap on his toe. He glanced down and saw the mouse greet him with a wave.

"Hi," Jack greeted as he sat on the ground to be closer to the mouse's level. "So, are you here to tackle me again?" he asked, curiously.

The mouse whiskers twitched as she shook her head and jumped up onto his knee.

"Oookay," Jack said, slowly. "Then, why are you here?"

The mouse grinned, hopped off his knee, and then, like she had done before, placed a paw into her mouth and gave a sharp whistle. The leaves of the bushes nearby rustled. Jack jumped to his feet, and held his staff out in defence. Great! Just what he needed. Something to fight with again. However, to his relief, the only thing that appeared were a small group of mice.

His shoulders slumped as he look to the mouse. "Don't scare me like that."

The mouse ignored him as she pointed to the mice with her tail like she was saying "Pay attention and watch!"

Jack did as instructed, but then frown as he saw the mice were tugging something blue from the bushes. Gradually, as more mice joined in to help with the pulling, the blue was revealed to be a sleeve. Jack blinked as a hood and another sleeve appeared. Soon, a full hooded sweater slipped from beneath the bushes, and was being carried on the backs of the group of mice.

Jack stared with his mouth hanging open as the mice halted at his feet. He looked to the brown mouse for an explanation, when an older grey mouse appeared and dropped a letter at Jack's toes. The winter spirit tilted his head confused as he kneeled, picked up the letter and read the following aloud.

Dear Jack Frost,

You have saved the life of our precious Queen Marie Nutcracker II ruler of all mice. To show our appreciation, we present you with this new shirt we believe to be a reflection of the current fashion in the human world. It was sewn professionally by the Queen's own personal seamstresses and should fit you perfectly. Also, please know that in future if you are requiring any more clothing, we would be more than happy to provide for you free of charge.

Sincerely,

The Fairy Mice of Burgess

Jack blinked, and silently re-read the letter to ensure he wasn't misinterpreting it's meaning. He then turned to the mouse, who if the letter was correct was Queen Marie, and notice she held quite a smug expression on her face.

"You're a queen?" Jack asked and the mouse confirmed with a nod. "Huh," he replied. "I wasn't aware Burgess had fairy mice." Although, it would explain why the cats around here never seemed to be able to catch them, no matter how many were hanging around.

He glanced back to the offered sweater. Well, he was in badly need of new clothes, and Jack wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Gingerly, Jack fingered the cloth and was genuinely amazed at how soft it felt. He lifted it into his hands, and instantly frost appeared around the edge. Jack felt every pair of beady little eyes watch him as he slipped the sweater over his head, and pulled his arms through the sleeves.

Jack looked down over himself as he watch his frost cover the sweater to make it as his own. "It's a bit big, but fits like a glove," Jack stated as he tucked a hand into the front pocket. That was going to be a useful feature. Not to mention he did like the idea of having an actual hood again. He had missed the one that had been one his old cape.

The mice each gave a delighted squeak and several of them high fived each other. Jack then turned to Queen Marie, who seemed very pleased with herself and flicked her tail at him.

"Thank you...um...your Majesty," Jack said with a quick bow. "Although, quite honestly, you didn't have to go this far to thank me. I would have done it for any mouse."

Queen Marie grinned, with an expression that appeared to hint that was the exact reason why she had wanted to thank Jack. She then climbed up Jack's leg and up his sweater until she reached his shoulder. Jack glanced at her puzzled, until she leaned in and lightly gave a peck on his cheek. Her whiskers tickled causing Jack to laugh, and continued to chuckle as Queen Marie climbed back down to join her fellow mice.

The tiny queen then turned, gave a bow and all the mice dashed back to where they came from. Jack silently stood as he looked over the sweater, and smirked to himself.

"I wonder if this is what it feels like to be Cinderella?" he muttered