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stormingfrost · 10 hours

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Jack using the wind to speak to non-believers would be so insanely creepy- because imagine, you're alone, you're walking and the hairs on the back of your neck and prickling, because you've just heard something- was it the leaves, behind you? The sound of something else? Trash, an animal? So then you're left wondering, "Is something there?" and yet, when you look back, there's not even a shadow to watch.

Then, suddenly the wind picks up, and maybe it makes you chilly, and so you're holding your arms, and then it gets stronger, but then you have a problem, because you don't know which way to face, and where is it coming from?

There is wind whipping everywhere, things are flying violently, nearly because all in a moment, it's searching for just the right crack, the right slip, the right noise to carry, and they're all in different places, because one vowel could take many noises, depending on the tone, which has to be inconsistant, because there's virtually no way to work speaking over the wind into an art, because the world is always subject to change and unless you want to carry around a whole host of tools, you have to find your sounds, figure out your do-re-mis as you go, so there's not even a full word coming from any one direction, and sounds die, so of course, so if you want to be heard now, the wind has to be stronger than ever, so you're trying to speak, but the person you're speaking to is much too focused on trying to make it out alive to listen.

And maybe Jack's trying say something, to be funny, but it won't carry because talking over the wind is inherently wild and it takes a lot of control.

But also, imagine you're a musician, and when it is calm, and you're at peace with yourself, and you're doing very well, sometimes it feels like your instrument is talking to you. ...And almost, almost it sounds like someone else is singing along, too, like you've got a partner playing to the same tune, with the same notes, and you're not just singing for yourself- it's a voice you can almost make out, but not quite, and some words are missing, and you can't always hear it over those pesky sharps, but it's there, nearly gentle and sometimes not, so it's feels like all the world -the woods, plants, leaves, birds, the spaces betweeen trashcans and through the air under and around the seats in the concert hall, maybe it's even the carried voices of other people, words and phrases selectively carrried- it's all singing and dancing around and sombre and joyful and feeling with you.

And then, when you're putting your instrument away, when you're pressing your bow back into it's case and making sure your reed is sound and you're carefully resting the lid of your piano, you feel better- you're looking around, thinking to yourself, nearly imagining you actually, quite literally had a partner to sing and play with, a partner to dance to your melody, and that it hadn't just been you and the magic of your music that had been stringing your heart along.

You think of fairies and witches and other forest-y, musical, planted creatures, unseeing, unknowingly mussing the solid imprint of a footprint in the dust, dirt or something else that someone nearly there had left by your side.

Also to consider- when you've got a gloved hand knuckle-deep in a shelf of ice way up north, with nothing a pickaxe in hand, a rope and parka to your name and it's just gotten dangerous- when you're alone, more than you've ever been in your life, and it sounds like the wind is screaming and it's stoming and snowling like you've never seen before and you've just heard something almost like a yelll echoing throughout the canyons, all drowned snow-white, and it's frustrated, echoing and devastating, almost reflecting the complete and utter terror broiling in your gut, the feel of frozen flesh thick around your bones and the hope you feel dying, running cold and sharp down your spine, like a weight heavy in your gut, fading by your feet like the ice numbing all sensation there-

#Jack frost #Headcanons

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stormingfrost · 3 days

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my rotg collection :>

#rotg #rise of the guardians #jack frost #pitch black #sanderson mansnoozie #e. aster bunnymund #toothiana #nicholas st. north #guardians of childhood #This is not including fan made stuff #collection

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stormingfrost · 3 days

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Sketchbook log: Computer storage full? Try adding room by removing the memory.

#Jack was only supposed to be a vessel :(#Kinda creepy if you think about it. Like yeah i took out a portion of yourself so that someone else’s soul can exist inside you.#Sorry bout that. Anway tootles I won’t talk to you for the next 300 years or so #Jack Frost #nightlight #sanderson mansnoozie #katherine shalazar #tsar lunar #The man in the moon #guardians of childhood

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stormingfrost · 4 days

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ice ice baby

#Jack frost #fanart

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stormingfrost · 6 days

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Sketchbook Log: Story time! Let’s go!

#I really like how the frames of the panels are sandy’s sand very cool #Also really neat way of tying the books and the movie together #Jack frost #jack’s sister #mary overland #nightlight #katherine shalazar #the man in the moon #tsar lunar #sanderson mansnoozie #Fan comic #fanart #guardians of chuldhood

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stormingfrost · 8 days

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Today I offer you: theories about Jack's memory loss and Manny's chronic lack of communication!

Lack of Communication: The Man in the Moon is incredibly powerful. He only seems to communicate really directly to save Jack, give him a name, and then with the Guardians- in one of their strongholds, probably the most well-fortified and difficult to reach of the strongholds. I mean, Pitch didn't personally appear at the Pole until he was certain he'd already won. Maybe Manny didn't talk to Jack because it would have been a beacon to dark spirits that could have destroyed or corrupted him in his immortal infancy. Maybe he doesn't have the power to communicate often- he seemed to have to wait for a full moon to raise Jack.

Memory Loss: Remember kiddos, the Man in the Moon is just a being like the Guardians in the grand scheme of things. He's powerful and respected, but he must have limits. Jack died in the afternoon and seems to have been resurrected a few hours into the night; that indicates he was deceased for several hours. Between that and dying by drowning, I don't want to imagine the kind of brain damage he had, let alone cardiopulmonary problems. Maybe it took everything Manny had to restore Jack to a functional semblance of life and left the memories for spirits like Tooth to restore.

Or maybe it was to protect Burgess and Jack's family. How do you think he'd have reacted to his unwitting transformation if he had the life experience and memories of a late-1600s-early-1700s colonial American? He'd believe he was some sort of monster or demon, he'd flip out, and being a brand new spirit he'd probably lose control so badly he'd flatten his own home. Instead Manny left Jack with his natural upbeat personality and curiosity and took away the memories that would make him panic about his current state, thereby protecting everyone around Jack. Maybe the adjustment would have just been too much, and Jack couldn't fully embrace being winter itself if he had human memories.

There's such a narrow perception of Manny's actions that I don't think I've seen anyone bother to consider the ways Manny may have been trying to help Jack in the bigger scheme of things. Jack was lonely, but he was still himself, and he was still alive, and maybe that was the best Manny could do for him.