"Alright, Jamie. I'll pay attention. I don't see how you're going to be able to make me believe, though," you say, becoming a bit melancholy. The cold gets you like this sometimes. Brings you down. Usually not though, so you're hopeful that after Jamie's done, you'll get back to doing fun things.
"First things first. Do you know what Jack Frost does?" He asks.
"Well, he supposedly brings the frost, of course, and snow. Can't he make wind, too? I think I read that in a children's book or something once, a long time ago. Basically, he changes the season to winter." Jamie nods, content with your answer. Just then, a cold wind starts up, blowing your [h/l] [h/c] locks into your face. Pushing them back, you shiver, and pull your [f/c] scarf up higher on your face.
"You know what else Jack does?" Jamie asks as the wind continues. You shake your head no.
"He's doing it now. Nipping at your nose."
You give him a small smile, saying, "Well, maybe that's so, but how would I be able to tell it's not just normal old wind?" The brunette pauses for a moment, looking around at the ice, before saying bluntly, "How about that?" You follow his eyes to the far side of the pond, not seeing anything at first. Key words: at first. After a moment, you see feathery patterns appearing on the ice, swirling around in an intricate dance, heading towards you.
"What's that?" You gasp.
"That would be Jack." 'There's no possible explanation for this! Unless… it really is…' Your thought gets cut off though, when suddenly, he materializes. And is coming straight at you in a blur of silvers and blues. Quite fast, too. You take too long to process that, and the next thing you know, the boy is on top of you on the ice. His legs straddle yours, as he stares at you in awe. His ice blue eyes are wide with surprise, his silvery-white hair blowing gently in the breeze. Then, he shakes his head, jumping off of you, landing on his bare feet and adjusting his blue hoodie sweatshirt with the same feathery frost patterns that appeared on the ice, and picks up his gnarled staff.
"I didn't pass through you… My God… can… can you see me?" The teenage boy asks. You slowly nod, still gaping, your [e/c] eyes as big as saucers. Realizing this, you shut your mouth, averting your gaze, and allow him to effortlessly tug you to your feet.
"I think that this is the most opportune moment ever to just put it out there that… I TOLD YOU SO!" Jamie shouts, throwing his head back in gleeful laughter. Boy, is he right about that.