Frozen Guardians

Chapter 3

Jack Frost's Point of View

Hey, the wind is really picking up now.

Where am I?

No idea, but that's part of the fun. Let the wind carry you where it wants to go. I know I have duties but the rules never said that you couldn't have fun while doing it.

A strong gust sweeps me up from under my feet and I spread my arms out. My stomach drops and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I do a flip in the air and push upwards into the stars. The cliff I was standing on is now only a dot as I soar by the moon. I wave my staff and  let a huge laugh escape my lips. 

I wonder what's going on in the real world. I enjoy visiting the Elva, the other world, every now and then. There's a lot of happiness and everyone believes in magic here. Although it is not perfect, it makes me happy to bring the fun to the children in the villages. I give them a few snow days and lead them in some epic snowball fight, but people can see me and that's the greatest gift of all. I've made some amazing memories with the kids. I made an ice rink about a mile long and participated in the most epic hockey game ever. The entire town built a giant snow sculpture of a Christmas tree and that thing lasted till July, thanks to yours truly. There are tonnes of memories of building snowforts with ice slides and towers with waving flags, but the precious moments that I always treasure are building snow people together. One that stands out to me is when I helped a two girls build a really cool snowman. It was simple, but cute with the carrot nose and eyes made out of coal. It seemed to please the girls to the point of saying he loved warm hugs. I think they called him Oliver or something. I don't think they could see me at that time, but I had to leave before I could find out. The last thing I can remember was seeing the two of them dancing with their snowman all night long. I haven't seen them since.

Although everyone in Elva believes in magic, people in the real world don't and that's where the Guardians of Earth come in. Our job is to keep the magic alive in the children. My job is to bring fun and magic in the winters I create and protect the kids. As long as there is magic and love, darkness and fear will crumble and remain in the dark. I push the memory of Pitch Black from my head. He's probably scrounging around in a dark corner somewhere, hating us and trying to conjure up fear. It'll never work again though, especially not in Elva where magic dominates.

I'm so engrossed in my thoughts that I don't see something on the horizon. I collide head on head with this thing. I'm in such shock that I drop my staff and go flying in a different direction, trying to regain my vision. I can  barely make out something with wings, buzzing around, it sounds a lot  like a mosquito. I shut my eyes and I hear a soft voice come from the air.

"Kadia, are you okay?"

I rub my temples and wait for the world to stop spinning. Through the full moon, I see a human figure with a very bright, blue dress. She's scratching the bug behind the ears. She turns and spies me.

"I am so sorry Sir," She rushes to my side and puts a small hand on my hoodie. She brushes back my white hair out of my face and she shivers slightly in my touch. Typical, I do have a cold shoulder, but I turn my head to lock eyes with her.

Her eyes take me by surprise. They are blue-green, like the lagoons on Tooth's island and they are gentle and clean. Her hair is light brown, almost like mine used to be, and up in a half ponytail. Her face is small and round but with sharp curves etched around her mouth and eyes, either showing her age or her experience in Elva or the real World.  There is a pink, rosiness to her cheeks from the cold and her lips match the colour. Those lips pull back into a weak smile.

"Sometimes Kadia doesn't watch where she's going and..."

"It's fine..." I interrupt, shaking the snow from my hair. " I wasn't watching where I was going either."