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Pitch was walking alone in the forest, cold crisp air surrounding the area. He was in Colorado enjoying the beauty of the place, but also waiting for his sprite, his winter sprite to be exact. Jack loved to hang out in Colorado, it was a wonderful place where people would come to enjoy the sights, animals, and cold. Jack especially liked the fact that people would come for the cold of the place. It gave him hope that someone would wonder enough where all the winter wonderland came from, and hoped he was there when the realization would hit that person, that Jack Frost does exist. Alas, as far as Pitch and Jack knew nothing of the sort has happened yet.
Pitch was pulled out of his thoughts when a chilled breeze blew in and started to lightly snow, coming down slowly as feathers would. One snowflake in particular was riding the wind in a dance of sorts, it sparkled an arctic blue, a very familiar blue. Coming closer to Pitch it was a well designed piece of frozen water, the patterns looked like they were telling a story with their intricate placements. The snowflake danced a little more, then came to a stop on Pitch’s lips. Pitch closed his eyes, waiting for what was to come.
He felt familiar cool lips on his own, relishing the scent that came with them, cooled pine, snow, and a hint of grass. It seems that Jack had made a snow angel before coming to meet him. He always loved leaving snow angels everywhere, especially where people could easily find them. He felt thin arms wrap around his neck, hands going into his hair cooling his head with their cold temperature. In return, he slid his arms around the frost sprites thin waist deepening the kiss. Pitch felt a smile at his lips, and in turn smiled as well. Pulling back, he opened his eyes and marveled at the sight before him, his Jack Frost, with snow covering his backside. With a small chuckle Pitch started dusting him off. “I see you’ve been busy with your usual activities”, Pitch said with a smirk. Jack turning into the hand that went to his head to help remove snow smirked back “Of course, you know me best Pitch. Oh!” Jack, suddenly remembering something exclaimed. “Someone actually caught me today!” Pitch tilted his head slightly amused, but worried. The last time someone had noticed his angels when he was still around and questioned it, Jack had tried a little too hard to get them to realize he was there. It ended up with the person getting hurt and scared at the frozen statues Jack had made to tell them a story.
After that, Jack had been inconsolable for weeks, guilt ripping away at him. Pitch had further strengthened his resolve in his plans to make people see them. It tore his heart apart when Jack broke down crying in his arms, he would make sure to work more swiftly with his plans. The sooner one of his plans was successful, the sooner Jack would never have to cry over those mortals again.
Looking at Jack with a small smile, “Oh? Did they ask about it?” Jack sighed and shook his head, he hugged Pitch tightly, nuzzling into his neck. Pitch released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, relieved, but also worried for his sprite. How many centuries must they go through before anyone could see him? He doesn’t care if he doesn’t have any believers anymore, he’s past that fantasy. But Jack is a different case… Jack wants to be seen, to be heard by the mortals. For reasons Pitch couldn’t fathom, but he wasn't just going to sit by and do nothing about it, not when it crushes his prince everytime a mortal would run through him…
Pitch buried his face in Jack’s frosty hair, feeling it cool his burning anger. He could only hold him close and offer comfort with silence. Talking about it would only make Jack more saddened, Pitch had learned that in the first years they were together. Pitch felt cold tears on his neck before they turned to ice and slid down his frame. He hugged him tighter in response, this time saying soft comforts, promising to take Jack to his favorite places, and telling him about more of his softer plans to get people to see them. It had worked some, but Jack kept sniffling, holding down his desire to cry more. Pitch softly encouraged him to continue, after a slight pause, he did.
When Pitch was first banished by the guardians and forgotten by the mortals, he sought revenge right away, promising of his return. He would think of plans to scare the mortals and drive them mad, creating wars that lasted lifetimes, splitting people into states, and making people lose trust in others by simply looking at each other. He hated the mortals along with the guardians, hoping that both would fade from existence… But Jack had been there too… Jack had seen all that had happened to Pitch and stood by his side, protecting him from the guardians, but left the mortals his mercy. Pitch could never understand why Jack had left them alone. The mortals along with the guardians ignored him, so why is he so intent on having them see him? It had infuriated Pitch, but Jack had only said “I don’t want them to be afraid of me. I don’t want them to think winter can only bring death and famine. I want to show them I’m not something to be feared, I’m something that could hope to bring wonderful memories, bring winter daydreams to life, to make a change on the lands around us, not just kill it. I want them to realize… I just want to have fun. To see the fun in what I do…”.
Pitch coming out of his memories, realized Jack had fallen asleep. Already holding his shoulders, Pitch bent slightly and picked up his legs, carrying him bridal style. He walked to a nearby tree, and entered its shadow. Walking out into his lair and into their bedroom, he laid Jack on the bed and tucked him in, putting his staff against the frame of the bed. Looking down at his sprite, Pitch’s face turned into clear resolve.
He could care less if people could see him, but would rather be defeated over and over again, then to see his prince fall to his knees as a mortal passed through him. No matter what it took, no matter the cost, he would make those insufferable mortals see and hear Jack Frost. He leaned down and kissed Jack’s forehead. He would make sure of it…
He promised…
“I Love You, My Prince…”