Father Winter, Snow Miser, Mr. Ten Below -- a lot of names, don't you think? I prefer Jack. Jack Frost. It's the one the Man in the Moon gave me. He also gave me purpose, so I think I'll trust his judgement.
“I’m not gonna fall.” He wasn’t speaking in an over-confident way, for once, he knew for a fact there was no way he could fall. Flying came as easy as breathing for him, and it was almost laughable to suggest Peter Pan could actually fall. “Besides I don’t need any kind of guardian.” Though, the boy didn’t quite understand what a guardian was it didn’t sound like anything he needed or wanted.
"Everyone needs a Guardian, kid,” Jack tells him confidently, raising an eyebrow as if the fact that someone didn’t was ridiculous. If they didn’t have one, then who would protect their sense of wonder? Their memories? Their fun? Even this strange boy needed one.
