The name's Jack; Jack Frost. Also known as the ice-conjuring, nose-nipping legend that brings the snow during the - wait, you can see me?
Tag: thewinterspiritofmischief
Independent multi-verse role play blog for Jack Frost. Not affiliated with the actual Jack Frost or Dreamworks whatsoever.
When The Doctor Frost made a comment about her hair, she quickly did what she could to tidy her hair a little, after it getting a little messy. Darcy smiled as she watched him jump excitedly, and watched him make his way to look out the door. She didn’t move as she watched him, but she moved with him as he went back to the engine.
Darcy raised her brow as he told her the year, of where they have landed. ‘The year 3000?…wow’ she replied with a smile. She nodded in agreed, this was going to be fun. ‘Lets go and check it out already!’ she exclaimed as she rushed over to the Tardis doors. She slowly opened the door to see the sight before her…
Darcy saw children in scuba suits swimming around, she blinked at the sight. ‘What…’ she mumbled, surprised and confused. She watched in awe at the view before her….
What has happened over to years to cause this?…..
“Wait!” The Doctor said before rushing back to the TARDIS door where Darcy had headed. “We might need some gear first. I have some underwater suits at the back.” He pointed to a door on the other side of the console room and guided her there. The TARDIS had no limits when it came to space after all, there could be thousands - even millions - of rooms inside it and no one knows.
No one except the Doctor, that is.
He opened the said door and it showed them a hallway with more doors and rooms in it. “C'mon,” he said, gesturing for her to follow as he found the room with the door that said Adaptive Clothing & Miscellaneous. He turned the knob and it turned out to be locked, and so he reached into his pocket to open it with the TARDIS key.
After a lot of trials, the door still wouldn’t budge. “Huh,” the Doctor let out a confused sigh, wondering what was wrong.
“You know…. the usual. Bringing down the rain and stuff, the monsoon season is around the corner so I suppose I would be bringing more rain than usual,”
“I see. You’ve got a busy month, then. I’ve been pretty busy myself,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “Arctic circle and all. D'you like polar bears?”
He stepped forward, she stepped back, giggling slightly. “Woah now” she laughed. “So im right?” She inquired, peering up at him. “Maybe you can help me Mr. Frost! Since you’re a guardian! I met another one 20 years back, but he seemed too occupied with his eggs to help me” she frowned.
He let out a slight chuckle when she said Mr. Frost. “Call me Jack, please,” he said, still moving closer to her. “Ah, that must be Bunnymund. Typical.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Hmm, didn’t Manny tell you?”
He smiled, glad that she seemed to like it. He didn’t really have to say anything. The view was just simply stunning.
Beautiful?
Her face flushed at his comment, it wasn’t often she got such compliments, since she’d have nobody to converse with apart from her mother, And she’d just tease Rapunzel most of the time. But really, it meant a lot to her. And she covered her face with her hands, smiling to herself. And then he had proceeded to say something that really did make Rapunzel happy.
“Really? Y—You’d do that?” she asked shyly, her eyes widening at his offer. He was really such a nice boy, and honestly she felt the need to rebel against her mother’s rules tonight. It was a good thing that Gothel was out—
“Sure, why not?” he said with a small shrug. “We could even visit the kingdom if you’d like. I just figured you could use a break from this place.” He nodded towards the tower. It wasn’t that he didn’t think it was nice and cozy there, but she had said it herself–her mother never let her out. “That is, if you don’t mind a little rebellion…” he said with a slightly inviting tone. She did seem like a nice person and being a bad influence was the last thing he wanted to be, but certain rules were meant to be broken.
Turning to see the sun was rising, it was still a beautiful sight to her but she needed to get inside. “I guess you’re right.” She nodded.
“Yeah,” he said, looking back at her. “I’ll see you around, Mavis.”
Once again, she had grown distracted by her surroundings. She followed a trail of flowers, leading towards the cave she usually saw her mother emerge from once she had returned from her trips. She pushed the drapes away and wandered through, totally forgetting Jack’s instruction of not wandering off. She noticed it was dark, but continued to push through before meeting another set of draped vines. She pushed through them as well, before walking out into a meadow, or forest. She wasn’t entirely sure. She watched the birds fly upwards and couldn’t help but jump up and down again before wandering around.
After a few more minutes, reality sank in and she had no idea what she was doing. She had strayed off. Like she knew and feared she would. She strayed off after Jack had specifically asked her not to. She was like a small child in a supermarket, losing their parents. “Jack?” she called out, feeling a little worried now. She tried finding the small cave with the vines draped over it, but couldn’t manage to find it. “Jack?!” she called out again, a little louder this time. She sighed and sat down on the grass, hugging her knees to her chest.
Jack was still there, now lying on the grass, thinking about Rapunzel when he noticed how quiet it got. He took a short glance to his right and thought the girl wasn’t there. He shook his head and blinked hard, wondering if he was just imagining things. But it was real. She really wasn’t there. He suddenly sat up straight, looking around him to see if she was nearby, but to no avail. He stood up quickly, searching all over the place–around the tower, behind some bushes, everywhere–calling out her name. “Stop messing around, Rapunzel,” he called out and used her full name to show how serious and worried he was. But no one was there.
His heart sank. He kicked on the ground, pissed at himself for losing her. “Nice job, Jack,” he muttered to himself. “Your babysitting skills are awesome, they really are.” He picked up his staff and walked around, seeing if there was an exit of some sort. He paused when he saw a cave-like structure covered by some drapes hanging over it. Hope began to swell up in his chest. He ran over to the cave and entered it, almost unable to see anything because of how dark it was inside. He kept moving forward until he reached the other end. After getting out, he searched around for a bit, and seeing how wide the area was, his hope died.
Luckily, he was able to catch a glimpse of the end of a few golden locks of hair. He sighed, more than relieved. He found and met Rapunzel because of her hair and now he was going to find her again. Following the trail of golden hair, he whistled as he walked. When he reached where Rapunzel was, he crept up behind her. “I thought I told you not to wander off,” he said with a chuckle.
Her shoulders relaxed once he agreed to stay a while longer. She followed his gaze, seeing he was looking at all of her paintings on the walls. She smiled a little, running her fingers along them. “Thanks, I guess…” she said, not really knowing how to respond. She liked her tower, but she definitely had seen enough of it, day in day out for the past eighteen years.
She looked up at her favourite painting, the one that seemed to be in the centre of the main wall. She noticed Jack looking at it too and walked over, continuing to look at it. “That’s my newest painting” she said, moving to stand next to him. She nibbled on her lower lip and glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
“Really now?” he said, still slightly smiling, looked at her for a moment, then back at the painting. “I like it. You’re really good, you know.” He dug deep from his thoughts and remembered that he was around the place last year, and he saw these so-called lights–the lanterns. He didn’t know what they were for, though, he just remembered seeing them.
“I was never quite the artist per se, except maybe in decorating trees and windows. But you seem to have a lot of spare time on your hands.” It was true, she did seem to spend a lot of time in there. Jack was beginning to get the feeling that Rapunzel doesn’t exactly have much freedom. But it was only an idea, and he pushed it aside.
