A young teenage boy flew through the streets. His blue eyes alight with mischief, and white hair whipped back as he lowered the long stick in his hand, a trail of ice following wherever the stick touched. The young boy curved up into the air, his pale, cold hands gripping the stick, his blue hoodie blown fiercely back against his skin. He stopped above the buildings, and surveyed the city below. A cold breeze blew through the night, but the boys didn't shiver from its coldness. Instead, he watched as a cloud of gold dust descend from above, and tendrils creeped out, entering through windows.
Right on time," the boy murmured to himself quietly.
The young boy watched as one tendril touched the head of a little girl. The dust made out images of several young children throwing snowballs at each other. The boy hovered outside of her window, watching the dream play out for a moment. Then, his ice blue eyes lit upon her dreaming face, and he chuckled quietly to himself.
"Don't worry," he whispered to the girl. "You'll have plenty of time for that tomorrow. I'll make sure of it." And with that, he turned and sped off in the air. As he passed by the golden dust cloud, he gave a wave to the stout little man perched on top of the cloud. The little man's face was kind as he waved back before going back to work. As the boy continued on, he saw a bright blue and green iridescent fairy flying in and out of children's windows. When her pink eyes found the boy's, they brightened, and she flew to meet him.
"Hello, Jack!" she said in a bright perky voice. "Will you be stopping by later to have another look at your teeth?"
"Hey Tooth," Jack responded. "Yeah. I'm still remembering more. Any word from Pitch?"
"Not a peep!" Tooth responded. "Anyway, I've got to go. More teeth!" And with that, she zoomed off. Jack chuckled to himself before setting off again. He kept going, faster and faster, until he reached a cold place with a large ice castle. Flying in, he wove through the working 'elves' until he found a large jolly man humming as he carved into a large block of ice.
"Jack!" he said in a jolly voice that matched his stomach. "You have come for company, no?"
"No, North," Jack said, walking along the edge of North's desk. "I'm looking for Bunny."
"Vhy vould Bunny be here?" North asked, a bit disgruntled.
"I don't know, I thought you might know," Jack responded, jumping off of the desk. "I just thought you might know. Later!" And with that, he flew out of the window into the cold. He sped until he reached a small cave. Landing on his feet, he ran through until he came out into a large cavern. There, he could see a large grey rabbit crouched down over some eggs.
"Bunny!" Jack called out. The large rabbit turned and looked at him.
"What do you want?" he asked with an Australian accent, rolling his eyes. Jack leaned against his stick, watching Bunny.
"I'm wondering, you mind if I do a Snow Day tomorrow?" he asked cautiously. "I know Easter's coming up and I don't want to get in your way."
"Go ahead," Bunny said dismissively, flapping his hand. "You gotten any further with your past?" Something changed in Jack's eyes.
"No," he said quietly. "I'm still working on it."