Even three year olds could appreciate a bit of fun. What Sophie liked best, out of all the ways to have fun, was probably playing in the snow. The snow was all so pretty and fun, and you could build snowmen or igloos, you could have snowball fights and make snow angels. There was so much more fun to be had in the snow than in the sun.
She had been delighted that day to find out that her big brother had a day off from school, due to snow, because that meant that she would be allowed to play outside. Her brother was playing with his own friends, but within her sight due to their mother’s clear orders. She was left to build a little army of snowmen by herself.
It was when she looked up, just to make sure Jamie hadn’t abandoned her, that she spotted Jack Frost. She knew who he was, and remembered him rather well. She hopped up, a smile crossing her face, as she skipped over to the young spirit in her snow boots. She noted that he looked… sicker than the last time she saw him. Sleepier.
“Are you alright?” she the boy innocently, looking up at him with sweet green eyes and a small, welcoming smile on her face.
Jack watched as the two kids he’d learned to love played in his own creation. He twirled his staff and rubbed at his eyes tiredly. Smiling sadly at the sight before him, he jumped up and balanced himself on top of his staff.
He wanted to play with Jamie and his friends, but they would probably ask him questions that he wouldn’t have the answers to. So he hid. He avoided them, and walked away. Not noticing Sophie was with them..or that she was right in front of him.
His smile perked up and his tired, icy blue eyes tinkled. He always did have a small spot for kids, especially Sophie. Crouching to her level, he chuckled, “I’m fine, Soph. Just a bit tired and sick.” He explained, clearly leaving out information a three-year-old wouldn’t quite get.