Cold. Bitter. No warmth even this high up on the mountain top where the sun’s rays should be providing some comfort. The snowcapped valley was behind him and he marveled at how far he had come. How far he had traveled to find his brother. But it was an appropriate place for Jack Frost to hide.

He lifted his hood and exposed his face to sun and accepted the sun’s energy. His head, sparked with fading sparks of the sun, flickered like a dying match. Most humans claimed he resembled a sun emblem or the flower he was named after, but he agreed, being the sun sprite of the might God Helios Read More