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The Adventures of Jack Frost in America

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Early 1700s.

It was a cold winter day and the being known as Jack Frost was in the middle of depression busy crying on the ice. Suddenly there was a tap and with a snap Jack was looking into identical blue eyes. Attached to those eyes was a boy. He looked about 10 with wheat blond hair and a strange cowlick.

The child looked and ask, “Why are you crying?”

In shock, Jack could only stutter out, “You can see me?”

The child pout and said, “Of course.”

It was a start of friendship.


Jack was lazing on Alfred’s roof when suddenly he hear the buzzing that indicated the fay.

Looking up he sees some English fay. What are they doing here?

While they are well respected in England, for any fay, there is a risk in leaving their homeland. English fay in particular are often hated and ignored due to a long history of them attacking those that oppose them. Jack jumped up and shifted into a defensive position.

The fey in the shape of a green bunny send a blast of green fire sending Jack dodging and tumbling. Jack’s eyes widen in fear when the fay gave chase forcing him to leave.

After getting away he snuck back to watch the house. A British fellow was approaching the property, Jack grip his staff ready to freeze the man when the fay flew next to the man, obviously telling the man about him before they flew away.

The British man frowned and pulled a …. Wand? With a star at the end?

Giving it a good tap and flick the man cast what looked to be a protection charm on the house. The man preceded to enter the house.

Frowning, Jack tried to enter though the always unlocked window, the moment that he touch the still, he was jolted. Shocked, Jack look in anger, how dare does the English man keep him away!

Jack quickly found a window he could look though. Looking in he saw Alfred greet the man as his brother. Jack felt angry that man had been not around for years while Jack been taking care of Alfred.

Jack gripped his staff tightly as he glared at the man who would leave a child for decades. He also felt a certain degree of smug satisfaction in watching the man sputter at how tall Alfred got.

Very different from the  ten years old child he was when Jack first meet him.

In the years to come, when Jack was in a particularly bad mood, he would take it out on the man’s homeland of the British Isles.

Jack would not see Alfred for a long time. Not until after the Revolutionary War.