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Jamie Sees Jack

So if you've seen Rise of the Guardians, you know the scene I'm talking about. I decided that I had to put it into writing about how Jack felt when it happened, so here it is!

Hope you enjoy!

It was a testament to how much of a hurry Jack Frost was in to have the Wind pick him up from Pitch's underground tunnels and shoot him straight to Jamie's house. It didn't even take him a minute to land on Jamie's windowsill. It was night now, and Jamie in his forgetfulness had left his window open.

The kid had an uncommon tendency to do that. When his mother didn't catch it, Jack always saw to the window's closure. What could the winter spirit say? He had a soft spot for the kid, and if the boy had a cold, Jack couldn't play with him.

"....so here's what's going to happen," Jamie was saying, staring intently at a stuffed brown bunny in his hands as he sat on the bed in his dark room. "If it wasn't a dream and if it was real, then you have to prove it. Like, right now."

Jack Frost watched silently, feeling his heart start to drop. Jamie was beginning to give up. To stop believing. He was the last one, the last kid who believed with his whole heart. Jack didn't know what would happen to Bunny if everyone stopped believing in him. Pitch was powerful—powerful enough to make people believe in him again—but that was only after hundreds of years. Jack had never been believed in, so he wouldn't have known the difference in power. But Tooth had obviously been getting weaker since her fairies had been taken.

If Jamie stopped believing, not only would the carefree boy Jack had grown to care for disappear, but Bunny would probably be in serious trouble. So would the other Guardians.

"I've believed in you for a long time, okay? Like my whole life in fact," Jamie continued after a lengthy pause. Jack looked around at the street below, silently hoping Tooth, Bunny, or North would show up, but it looked as abandoned as ever and Jack knew he was the only spirit he knew of who frequented this town—hell, anyone else who may have were probably just as minor as Jack was, if not more so, meaning they'd be as hopeless as him in this particular situation. Just as invisible, although also more emotionally removed.

After all, they wouldn't have watched Jamie grow up.

"So you kinda owe me now. You don't have to do much, just a little sign so I know."

Jack Frost looked up at the words. A little sign? Not big like eggs or flowers or chocolate goodies? Just a small one?

Maybe one that had nothing to do with the Spring Thaw?

"Anything," Jamie confirmed, as if hearing Jack's question still staring at the stuffed rabbit intently. "Anything at all." The boy continued to look hopefully at the toy for a moment before his shoulders drooped in disappointment. The stuffed animal dropped to the floor. "I knew it."

No, Jack thought to himself, silently opening the cracked window more as he stepped into the boy's room.

A small sign. Jack Frost might not be capable of much when it came to interacting with children, but that he could do.

He just hoped it would be enough. After all Bunny was Spring, and Jack was just frost.

The winter spirit lightly tapped the inner glass of the window with his staff, frost spreading over the surface with small cracks as the glass cooled and attached itself to the ice. Before it had even stopped spreading, Jack had already begun to draw an Easter Egg. He knew it was nothing compared to the real thing, but with luck, Jamie would get the message.

There was a gasp from behind him. The boy had seen it.

"He's real," Jamie whispered.

Jack Frost smiled, willing the ice to travel upwards to the next panel as he heard the bed shift behind him as the boy stood. This time, he created the outline of a bunny from the frost. Once he was finished, he tried out a trick he'd been practicing—concentrating on taking the drawing from the window and forming it into a three dimensional shape. The winter spirit couldn't help but grin when the rabbit quite literally stepped out of the window into his hands. Jack sent the frost bunny hopping towards Jamie who watched in amazement as the rabbit raced around the room touching nothing but air. The boy began chasing it, trying to touch the magical snow creature as he laughed in delight. Jack couldn't help but join him.

This was what Jack simply loved about be Jack Frost: Making kids happy. He had never made a snow creature like this before in front of anyone—too magical and hard to pass off as a normal snow storm occurrence.

But making an exception for Jamie? Why not?

It wasn't like there was anyone else Jack knew who'd take an interest in it. Jamie believed in just about everything. He was a worthy choice.

With a wave of the winter spirit's hand, the frost bunny leaped one last time before the snow making up it's form flew apart in a puff of magic just above Jamie's head and creating a small flurry in the room.

"Snow?" the boy asked sounding confused.

"Sorry kid," Jack muttered, "I'm not much of a Spring person." But it's a sign and that's what matters.... I wonder how okay your mother would be with snow in your room. Shouldn't make that much of a mess.

"....Jack Frost." The winter spirit's attention snapped to the boy in disbelief.

"Did he just say...."

"Jack Frost?" Jamie repeated, sounding confused. Jack gasped in shock.

"He said it again," the winter spirit muttered in disbelief. "He said.... You said...."

The boy slowly turned around on his bed to face Jack before his mouth dropped open. "Jack Frost."

"That's right!" Jack exclaimed excitedly. "That's me, Jack Frost. That's my name." The winter spirit just grinned in joy. How many years had it been since a kid had said his name for anything other that singing along to a song? "You said my name," Jack repeated unable to believe it. Jamie was silent, looking through the winter spirit with his mouth hanging open.

Or....hold on. What if....

"Wait. Can—can you hear me?" Jack Frost questioned, venturing a cautious step forward, trying to control to hope rising in his chest. The boy only nodded. The winter spirit struggled to contain his excitement. "Can—can you.... Can you see me?"

Jamie nodded again, his mouth forming into a smile.

"He sees me," the winter spirit muttered to himself in disbelief filled joy, trying to make it feel more real. "He—he sees me!" Jack laughed, jumping in a backflip before landing on the desk behind him.

"You just made it snow!" Jamie yelled in experiment.

"I know."

"In my room!"

"I know!"

"You're real?!"

"Yeah, man," Jack responded dropping back to the floor, "who do you think brings you all the blizzards and the snow days? And remember when you went flying on the sled the other day?"

"That was you?!" Jamie shouted in surprise, easily connecting the dots Jack had drawn for him. The winter spirit nodded in joy, unphathomingly grateful for someone—anyone—to finally recognize what fun he brought into the world. Someone who finally saw him.

"That was me!" Jack respond excitedly.

"Cool!!" the boy exclaimed, jumping on his bed in excitement.

"Right?"

"But what about the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy? Like, I mean—"

"Real! Real!" Jack interrupted, not wanting Jamie to have a single thread of doubt in his heart. He scooped the stuffed bunny off the floor and held it out to the boy. "Every single one of us is real."

"I knew it!"

"Jamie, who are you talking to?" his mother called from the hallway. Both boys froze. Jamie looked at Jack questioningly. The winter spirit only smiled and made a small gesture towards the door.

"Jack Frost?" the boy responded, although it sounded more like a question. His mother laughed.

"Okay."