There he was, the boy with the snow white tufts of hair, and breathtaking azure eyes. Before you could even make sense of how this was even possible you let out a loud shriek, startling the boy, making him slip off the giant rock and onto the ice frosted lake. You let out another shriek as his head hit the ice, causing a loud thumping sound.
He wasn't moving. Not a single sign that he was conscious, or alive.
You shake your head, turning around and running at full speed, eyes tightly closed trying to forget what had just happened. You stop abruptly, standing still as a statue. You breathe in and out slowly, eventually catching your breath.
Finally calming down you come to realize, you can't just leave him there, out in the cold like that. You have to help him, you force yourself to ignore about that odd dream and the many other questions stirring in your head.
You take a few minutes before your back at the lake, he's still there, and still glued to the same spot he fell on.
You carefully make your way towards the boy. Taking one small step after another, you finally reach the white haired boy. You crouch down and brush away the hair from his face. It doesn't seem like he's hurt anywhere and he's not bleeding as far as you could see, you then proceeded to check if his heart was still beating, luckily it was. You carefully take his arm, lifting him up and supporting his body on yourself. Surprisingly he isn't as heavy as you thought he would be.
While you try to steady his body so that it's easier for you to carry him, his head slowly falls onto yours. You try to keep your composure as you look at his calm pale face, while on the other hand your face was painted a million different shades of red.
Before setting off, you grab his staff, it might be something that's pretty important to him, so you bring it with you as well.
As you make your way back home, the sun starts to set, and the boy is still out cold, but at least he's breathing. By some dumb luck you find your way out of the forest and back into your house.
You don't bother to take off your shoes or get the snow off of yourself. You quickly rush yourself and the boy into your room and plop him onto the bed.
You quickly check again if he's still breathing and sigh with relief when you know he still is. You quickly fix him on the bed, putting him in a comfortable position, and slowly put the blanket on top of him.
You soon scurry off to the bathroom to calm down.
You turn on the faucet and furiously splash the ice cold water onto your face, maybe by some chance this was all a dream, and maybe all you needed was to snap yourself out from it. You raise your head and look straight at your reflection into the mirror, slowly opening your eyes.
It's not a dream. You are awake and this is reality. The unconscious boy that's in your bed is real. This is not another one of those weird realistic dreams.
You take a towel from one of the cabinets and wipe your wet face, slowly moving to your hair and dabbing the parts where the snow had piled on.
You comb out the knots from your hair with your hand and tie it up into a messy ponytail. Your hair is sticking out all over the place, and you look so worn out as if you had just done a whole marathon, but you could care less about how you looked right now.
You head back into the room and look at the boy. He's still there, unconscious and on your bed. You sigh and pull out a chair and move it towards the bed, you sit on the chair and give out a pleased response, after all that chaos, it's nice to just sit down and relax.
You take one more glance at the boy before looking at his staff. It was long and curved at the end. You start to wonder why a boy like him would own this sort of thing. You reach out and grab it carefully.
After inspecting the staff you let out a yawn. Your eyelids start to flutter, you try hard to keep them open, but each time you would they would slowly fall again. You start to slump in your chair and after a few moments you black out.
- - -
You gradually awaken, your eyelids opening and closing, you don't how know much time has passed, but you could probably guess that you were out of it for at least an hour.
When your vision finally cleared, all you can see are a pair of blue eyes looking at you, as if you were some sort of interesting specimen.
You get startled and try to move away, you only end up making the chair tip over, making you land backwards. You let out a loud "oof" as you hit the hardwood floor.
"You can see me?" the boy asked happily.
"Of course I can see you! You're a person aren't you?!" You snarled back. You gently raised yourself up, cringing a bit each time you moved a bit too fast. You looked at the blue eyed boy and shook your head, "This can't be real this has to be a dream!"
"But it isn't, I'm as real as you can get." The boy retorted back, walking closer to you.
You realize your still holding the staff, and point it at the boy.
"Come any closer and I WILL use this on you!" You shout.
"Woah there! Careful with that, that's not something someone like you should be handling!" the boy slowly backed away, a playful smirk forming on his face.
"Tell me who you are first and I'll hand it back!" you stay glued to your spot, still pointing the staff at the boy.
"You really want to know?" the boy replied.
"Well, either that or this staff is going into the fireplace." You smirk at the boy, this should intimidate him.
"Fine then, my name is Jack. Jack Frost."