Well i decided to keep going, here is the actual last chapter, i hope you like it, it may be a bit disjointed and sad but i tried to give in a happy ending. Anyway thank you all so much for the support and Happy New Year! may your 2013 be amazing!

Jack Frost finally knew what it was like to be noticed, to be seen, he knew what it felt like to have a set of eyes resting on him, and there was nothing in the world he was more thankful for than having a friend like Seger.

Jack and Seger became good friends after their first encounter, Seger still completely fascinated by the supernatural side of Jack Frost and the Guardians, and Jack just happy to have someone to talk to besides himself.

The winter spirit would regularly visit his friend when Seger was in New York, and sometimes, on very cold days, he would go as see Seger in Houston. Seger had grown up there and had lived there most of the time he wasn't traveling for his music.

Jack would ride a good wind current down to Houston and show up on Seger's doorstep, often bringing a snowstorm with him, Seger would welcome him in and they would talk for hours, Jack was pretty sure he could talk for eternity after spending so much time in silence. Seger would play some songs on the piano and Jack would sit and listen, often dancing around like a little kid.

Jack's name would pop up in songs now and then, thanks to a certain composer who knew the in's and out's of the music business. Whenever one of those few precious songs came out and he heard it through some open window or wafting from the doors of a huge department store, he would smile, he would think back to when he first met Seger, and he would fly through the air with rejuvenated joy and happiness.

Those few songs were his saviors, they were his belief and they were more precious than anything had ever been to him.

Seger was Jack's only friend in the world, and when, 50 some odd years later, Seger passed away, Jack felt as though his world would collapse. But he knew that he would go on, and Seger had often talked to him about the time coming when he would no longer be around. The older man had explained to Jack that it didn't matter how much time he had left because the wonder and joy of believing in the winter spirit made his life so much more rich and brought back his childish side.

Seger's confidence in facing death gave Jack some consolation, but over the years Seger had become somewhat of a father-figure to Jack and it was hard to see him go.

Jack imagined that that was the only thing about not being seen that was good, you couldn't get attached to anyone and watch them grow old as you stayed the same age. He had never experienced it before and it was almost unbearable, but he would go on, he was Jack Frost, and he would always have a believer.

That was the reason Jack found himself sitting in a tall oak tree overlooking a graveyard. He was perched above the world, only a few branches up, and had his chin tucked into his knees, his staff laying across his lap. He could feel a few tears brimming up in his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall, Seger wouldn't have wanted that.

It was a cool september day and there was a light rain starting up, making Jack pull his chin even closer into his knees. He looked out on the small cemetery, everything looked so grey, so lifeless, the headstones lay in the fallen leaves, some at crooked angles, others covered in vegetation, but one lay completely untouched.

Seger's grave was the newest edition to the collection of graves and had not yet assimilated to the weathered look the other stones all shared. In Front of the stone was some freshly turned dirt, laid out in a slightly bulging perfect rectangle.

Jack just sat and stared out at the vast field, it was a beautiful place for a cemetery, in a secluded little field surrounded by rolling hills and sprawling forests.

The rain around Jack began to freeze and fall to the ground as snow, pretty soon there was a small circle of snow beneath him in the tree, Jack smiled, Seger would've liked this, why not give him a nice goodbye? Jack, now a bit less depressed, slowly floated into the air, concentrating hard. Although it was only september, Jack was determined to make it snow, the sad looking cemetery would not look so dark when it had a blanket of crisp white snow covering the sad stones and cracked ground.

Jack blew in a cold breeze to freeze the rain over.

Small, delicate, snowflakes began to fall down on the graveyard, slowly covering the land, Jack had quickly examined every single flake, making sure it was perfect before it fell to the ground, this was, without a doubt, the most flawless snow storm in the history of earth.

Jack was suddenly more calm, the snow falling around him made him feel at ease. His feelings of sadness and regret all slowly ebbed away, he now realized how lucky he was to have a friend like Seger, he shouldn't be dwelling in the sadness of the end, he should be rejoicing that it ever happened at all.

Jack flew away that day as a new person, he felt a bit lighter and the sun looked somewhat brighter, he would be okay, tomorrow held a whole new world of possibilities.

The groundskeeper of the cemetery was doing his nightly rounds, locking up gates and such, walking around in the sudden cold. It had began to snow midday, and he was barely dressed for such an occasion, it was a freak weather incident, he had no idea why it had snowed in the middle of september and only within the boundaries of his cemetery, he had no explanation for it, it just seemed so impossible.

He passed by one of the newer headstones and stopped when he saw how heavily laden with snow it was, much more than the other stones. It had the most intricate pattern of frost the groundskeeper had ever seen, every little shard of ice looked as though it had been assembled with utmost care. He swore that he could make out a picture in the frost, but every time he focused on it he couldn't make out any distinct form.

He leaned in closer, almost slipping on the ice that coated the ground in a perfect sheet of frozen water, almost as reflective as a mirror. Laying at the base of the headstone lay a single frozen orb, the man looked closer, it was more of a teardrop shape now that he thought about it, how strange.

The man then looked up at the inscribed writing, it read:

Seger P Ellis
US army
World war II
JUL 4 1904 - SEP 29 1995

A pretty normal inscription for a headstone, the man buried there had fought in the war, and it had his date of birth and that of his death, nothing out of the ordinary, that is, until the groundskeeper looked down and read what was below the normal inscription. There, written in what appeared to be perfect letters made of frost read a most peculiar sentence:

A man who believed in the impossible.

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