The Big Three in the Life of Jack Frost

By Uniasus

Chapter 1

There is no shockwave, or even little ripple of power, that is felt throughout the world when a new spirit appears. There is no sudden awareness of a new power, or notification from the Moon. New spirits are simply met by chance, or bad luck because it's usually a meeting involving an older spirit being harassed by someone who doesn't know their place or power.

So no one knew when Jack Frost came to be.

That's not to say he wasn't noticed.

Peter Pan, eternal child and protector of the Lost Boys and rare Lost Girls, had only one spiritual power – the ability to locate the souls of dead children unable to move on. And so, a few days after Jack Frost emerged from a frozen pond, the new winter spirit meet a flying primary aged student dressed in green and his fairy friend.

"You're not a Lost Boy." Peter said, flying around Jack while the other spirit turned in circles on the ice to keep him in sight.

"What's a Lost Boy?"

"A child who cannot find his way. Or does not want to live in a world of adults, like me!"

"Well, I certainly don't like adults. I don't think."

Tinkerbell started pulling on Jack's hair, drawing Peter's attention to it. "You're not just a child's soul, you're a spirit."

"There's a difference?" Jack asked, swatting at the creature of light tugging on his locks.

"Spirits have power from the Man in the Moon."

"Well, that would explain this." Jack finally caught Tinkerbell and froze her. Peter stared in awe at her frost covered figure as Jack deposited her in his hands. "I'm Jack Frost."

"Peter Pan."

Peter prodded one of Tink's frozen wings.

"Don't worry about her, she'll start defrosting soon. You should teach her some manners."

"I hate manners. Adults make them."

"So," Jack said, leaning against his staff. "Are you a spirit too?"

"Yes."

"Do, do people walk through you?"

Peter frowned. "No. But I don't go where people walk. I fly through the rooftops."

"Wanna race?"

"Sure! But I have to wait for Tink to thaw first. It's her fairy dust that makes me fly."

Jack held out his hand. "I don't need any fairy dust, wanna see?"

Peter took it and as Jack went zooming into the sky he let out a crow of happiness. Jack Frost may be young enough to be a Lost Boy, but he was a spirit instead. One who knew how to have lots of fun. Peter knew they'd be good friends.