"My name is Jack. Jack Frost."
You take a few steps backwards to take in what you just heard.
"Jack Frost? The winter spirit?" you look at him with wide eyes, as if you were a deer in front of headlights.
"Bingo." he said, a smile appearing on his face.
"I don't believe it, not for a second." You shake your head furiously, closing your eyes tightly. It's all a dream, it's all a dream... you chant this mantra mentally, hoping that you would somehow just wake up on the couch.
"But you can see me, so you must believe in me!" he closes his eyes for a few seconds, gradually opening them again, "Anyways, now that I told you my name, can I have my staff back?" he looks at you, arms outstretched, hands open, ready to take his staff back.
You open your eyes and slowly nod your head, cautiously hand him back his staff.
"You can't be Jack Frost... It's all just a myth isn't it?" you look at him, staring directly at his blue eyes.
"I'm not a myth, otherwise I wouldn't be here standing in front of you now would I?" he responded back.
"Show me then. Prove to me that you are Jack Frost." You requested.
"Fine then, just sit on the bed and I'll let the magic do all the talking." He walks and stands in front of the bed, his staff ready at his side.
You walk slowly to your bed, positioning yourself comfortably. You stare at Jack, signalling that you were ready for the show.
He takes a deep breath before lifting his stick up, facing the ceiling. He swirls it around a few times, and suddenly it starts to snow in your room. You stare at the snowflakes at astonishment, trying to catch one every so often. You felt like a little kid again, a giddy feeling overcoming you as you stared at the snowflakes fall to the ground one by one.
Jack looked at you, a grin forming on his face as he watched you enjoying the snow.
"Believe in me now?" he asked, impatiently waiting for a response.
"Maybe." You snicker, staring at Jack, waiting for more.
He smirks at you, "Is that a challenge?" he says with a playful tone.
"Yes." You smirk back, "Show me what you can do Jack Frost." You reply in a mocking tone.
He navigates himself to your window. Standing in front of it, he pulls out his staff and taps the glass gently. Wonderful swirls of frost start to form all around your window. It was like the stroke of a brush. Suddenly the intricate swirls of frost started to branch out, making twists and turns. And then you see it, an image of a beautiful flower. Jack moves his hands out and touches the flower, slowly pulling it out of the glass.
He turns around and faces you, the beautiful flower now in his hands.
The flower was beyond beautiful, it was magnificent. It looked like the real thing, but it was made of ice.
Jack gently places it in your hands.
To your surprise it isn't cold, and doesn't melt. You stare at it in awe, you couldn't have asked for something more stunning as this.
"Now do you believe?" he stares at you, his eyes pleading you to say yes.
"Yes, I believe. I believe that you're Jack Frost." You beamed as Jack gave out a whoop, giving you a big smile.
"Why are you so happy though, for me finally believing?" you questioned him.
"You see, the only way for a being like me to be seen or to exist, a person has to believe in my existence, to believe that I am real. And anyways, your one of the few people that can see me." He takes a seat in front of you on the bed, and takes a deep breath, "That's what it's like for all of us."
"Us?" you respond, tilting your head a bit to the side.
"You know about Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Sandman, and the Easter Bunny right, the big four? Their all real, they all exist. As long as children and people alike keep on believing in us, in that sense we become real." He takes another deep breath before continuing, "Mostly children believe in us, so I'm surprised a person of your age can see me."
"So I can see you because I believe that your real?" you ask the winter spirit.
He nods his face lighting up, "You got it."
You look at the flower that Jack gave you, more and more questions stirring in your head.
"But I never really believed in you at first, I tried so hard to make myself believe that you weren't real instead of thinking that you were." You recall your dream and gasp a bit, "But then I had that dream about you. Maybe a part of me believed in you because of that dream."
"Wait. You had a dream about me? As far as I know, I'm not the one sprinkling dream sand on everyone." He looks at you, a confused look splayed on his face.
"I did! I had a dream about you! You were sitting on that same rock, at the same place!" you shout out a bit too loudly.
"Are you sure you aren't some sort of psychic?" he jokes.
You chuckle at his response, "I'm not a psychic, not in the least bit."
"Well, it must be a pure coincidence then that you had a dream about me. I don't think Sandman could pull off something like that." He stated.
You glance out your window and notice that the moon's already out. Time really does fly by when you have fun doesn't it? If what you went through would even be considered "fun".
Jack steadily stood up from the bed, stretching a bit before he started to open your window.
"Hey! Where are you going?" you looked at him, feeling surprised that you actually didn't want him to go just yet.
"You are looking at Jack Frost here, spirit of winter. I have to deliver snow to tons of other places in the world." He grins at you as he starts climbing out.
"Wait! I didn't even get to tell you my name yet!" you yelled.
"Its [name] right?" he says.
"Wait, how do you know?" you ask him, brows furrowed in confusion.
"Magic." He winks at you before blowing you a snowflake and disappearing off into the dark night sky.