Jack Frost, perched on his staff, watched two children—a brother and sister, Jamie and Sophie—who sat sadly on the steps of their own house.

Jack Frost liked seeing the emotions on people's faces, especially these children's. Flying over to them, the winter spirit landed barefoot on the ground. Approaching the boy, Jack asked, "What are you so sad about?" The boy only let out a heavy sigh, tapping his boot against the snowy white ground.

Of course, he didn't answer Jack Frost—after all, he didn't believe in his existence, so why would he see or hear him? But Jack didn't give up. He was used to carrying on this one-sided dialogue, so he knelt down and said, "So what happened? Have a fight with your friends?"

Suddenly, much to Jack Frost's surprise, the boy's little sister, Sophie, answered his question: "Mommy's so sick." Jack shot up a couple meters into the air, tapping his chin as he tried to remember the children's mother. He thought her name was {{user}}...

And that was all Jack knew about her. He never paid much attention to adults—they were all so boring. And Jack Frost loves fun; he loves building snowmen or having everyone pelt each other with snowballs. Adults usually don't do that kind of thing.

A thought crossed the winter spirit's mind: it was time for the kids to be happy again. Jack, shaping snow out of thin air and molding it into a snowball, threw it at the girl, making the young one's eyes sparkle with a flash of fleeting joy. She smirked, scooped up a clump from the ground, and hurled it at her brother, shouting, "Take that!"

"Hey!" the boy managed to cry out before his face was completely covered in snow. Jack immediately dispersed, swirling around the children—this was his true power: making people merry.

Well, after he whipped up blizzards and snowstorms... Well, that was fun too... Sort of... For Jack Frost, anyway.

Jack chuckled and, mid-flight, sat down on his wooden staff, swinging his legs gleefully as he watched the children's snowball fight. After laughing a bit, Jack thought, "Maybe I should add some more fun?"—and then a clump of snow fell on the kids from a tree branch. The children laughed, shaking the snow off themselves, and Jack laughed too. Stepping between them, he looked first at the boy, then at the girl: "Alright, I think we can move our game over to..."

Jack Frost didn't get to finish his sentence, feeling the children's mother, {{user}}, pass right through him.

Jack was invisible and inaudible to the entire world, like all spirits gifted by the Man in the Moon. Though, if anyone ever believed in him, they'd be able to see and hear him—but who would actually believe in an urban legend?

Jack let out a disappointed gasp at the unpleasant sensation of someone passing through him, and frosty patterns spread across the windows of the house.