The Story of Jack Frost

Written and Illistrated by Kaitlyn Petrie

Once upon a time, in a small part of the world, a little town was coated in pure white snow. The windowpanes were delicately frosted, the icicles gleamed in the sunlight under the rooftops, and snowmen watched the children play in the snow with coal smiles spread across their faces. Who was responsible for this Winter Wonderland? Why, Jack Frost of course. He is the one who makes you slip on a sheet of ice, throws a snowball in your face, draws pictures on your frosted windows, and nips at your nose when a cold wind passes. He does all of these things and more. He is the one that makes this cold and bleak season fun.

Jack Frost was in this little town, watching the children play. One child threw a snowball at another child and that child threw a snowball at another. Jack wanted to join in: he wanted to have fun with them too. He joined in and had such a great time. It was a free-for-all snowball fight. Many kids were playing and many more joined in. The afternoon bell in the town's church rang and the children said good-byes to each other as they went home for lunch. No one said good-bye to Jack and Jack was alone again.

Jack decided to find fun elsewhere. He went to a small forest on the edge of the little town where he always found something else to do. The sleeping trees were stripped of their leaves and were replaced with sparkling snow and gleaming icicles. Jack admired his work as he wandered aimlessly into the tiny forest.

Jack Frost wandered and wandered throughout almost the entire tiny forest when he discovered a small lake. And on the other side of the lake was a small girl sitting and observing the sad little lake. Jack wondered why this little girl was not with friends or eating lunch with her family. He never knew a child could look so alone.

Jack went up to the little girl and asked, "What is your name?" She looked up to Jack and answered, "My name is Mary."

"Well Mary, my name is Jack Frost. Why are you here and not eating lunch with your family or playing with your friends?" Mary answered, "Because I don't have any friends. And my parents aren't home, they're working."

"Then why don't you play with me?" Jack said, spreading his arms out wide. "There's plenty we can do here. We can build a snowman, have a snowball fight, ride a sled down a hill, or even ice skate on this lake." The little girl looked at him, confused. "But Jack, the lake is not frozen and I have no ice skates to skate with." Jack smiled with glee. "Well then, I guess we'll have to fix that." Jack wiggled his fingers and worked his magic. He froze the lake in seconds and Mary stood in awe. Then Jack wiggled his fingers again and made two little white ice skates.

He put the little skates on Marry and gently placed her on the ice. Jack held her up so that she wouldn't fall and gently pulled her across the slippery ground. Jack didn't need skates, he could skate with his bare feet if he wanted to. Jack helped Marry learn how to ice skate for the rest of the day.

When the evening bell rang, it was time for Marry to go home. Jack said that he would keep her new skates safe for her until she returned the next day. Marry said good-bye to Jack and promised to meet him by the lake tomorrow and Jack promised that he would be there.

For the rest of the winter, Jack and Mary played together. They had snowball fights, they went sledding, they built many snowmen, and they drew pictures on Marry's frosted bedroom windows. But winter was almost up. On the last day of winter, Jack said good-bye. But Marry didn't want Jack to leave. "But Jack," she cried. "Can't you stay?" Jack bent down and gave Marry a hug. "I can't stay, Marry. I have to bring winter somewhere else now."

"Will you come back?" she asked. Jack smiled and picked her up like a small child to hold her closer. "I have always come back, Marry. I always do. This place has always been my favorite playground, but you have made this place my home." He set her down and looked her straight in the eye. "I will come back, Marry. But when I do, I want to find you playing with new friends because living alone is not living at all." Marry nodded her head and gave Jack one final good-bye hug before he disappeared in a cold gust of wind.

When Jack came back the next winter, he found Marry playing with the other children. As soon as Marry saw Jack, she ran up to him and embraced Jack in a teddy bear hug. Jack hugged her back and the children Marry had been with stopped playing when Marry left the game. "This is Jack, guys. Can he play with us?" The children happily agreed and they all played throughout the day. When they went in for lunch, they brought out leftovers for Jack when they came back and went back to their fun. Jack wouldn't have to play alone anymore.

Years passed and Marry grew older. Jack watched her grow up, he watched her grow old, he watched her have a family, and he was with her when she passed. Marry was buried by the lake where she and Jack had met with her little white skates sitting next to her stone. If you pass by her grave in the winter, you'll see a frozen flower placed on her grave left there by Jack Frost, who will forever remember little Marry.