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the Mister Moon

Jack Frost

The Custom Glacier Celinox
Owner: kenny

Age: 7 years, 2 weeks, 3 days

Born: October 6th, 2013

Adopted: 7 years, 2 weeks, 3 days ago

Adopted: October 6th, 2013

Pet Spotlight Winner
August 24th, 2015


  • Level: 5
  • Strength: 60
  • Defense: 10
  • Speed: 50
  • Health: 10
  • HP: 10/10
  • Intelligence: 86
  • Books Read: 86
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

ride on, my flyweight love
e rises with the first moon of winter, up from Mother Nature's icy womb. Every inch of him is encrusted with crystals, glittering land-stars under the wan light of the moon; he stretches, yawns, and shakes the frozen lake-water from his body — a shower of diamonds on the wind, who has come up to meet her old friend. She carries him skyward on her wings; he is blown out into the world like a napkin on the breeze, for he has work to do — a Guardian's work.

I was little boy lost and I was little boy blue
I am little Jack Frost
but I am warm through and through

His shepherd's crook crackles with cold light, and winter storms brew in the wake of his flight. Cities and towns are blanketed in steadily-falling snow whenever he comes around; streets become slick with ice, stopping up traffic and cancelling school to the delight of children and the chagrin of parents everywhere. What few crisp leaves cling to autumn's gnarled branches relent to the changing seasons and cast themselves to the ground; fallow fields slumber under his snow-laden touch; windowpanes become a canvas for delicate flowers of ice; frost spirals out like spider legs from the tips of his toes as he pads across the rooftops. Perhaps most importantly, children of all ages brim with joy when the first snowflakes kiss their noses — Jack Frost, their mischievous patron saint of fun, has come to play.

heir parents can't see him, for seeing is believing, and grown-ups don't have time for fairytales anymore. Even some older children have a hard time spotting him; fear of schoolyard ridicule has hardened their hearts to Santa Claus and other childhood mysteries. And perhaps he likes it that way — he flits to and fro so quickly that only a true believer would be able to recognize a winter sprite from a simple gust of wind. One way or the other, those who can see him delight in his presence, for not a soul on this earth can make a snowball like Jack Frost.

He frolics with them all day and well past suppertime: dozens of forts and tunnels and caves are built and demolished and built again; hundreds of snowballs are thrown; cheeks are reddened, fingers are chilled numb, and noses have been thoroughly nipped. Their elders beckon them inside, and the children disappear into the warmth and light of their homes, exhausted but having thoroughly enjoyed their day of winter fun. They plaster themselves to the windows to catch one last glimpse of him soaring off into the gathering night, leaving a trail of sparkling flakes in his wake — for when night falls, his work truly begins.

here are things lurking in the night — dark things, evil things, things that hide under beds and in closets and just outside windowpanes. They are the stuff every child's nightmares are made of. True believers never fret, however, for they know that if darkness exists, so too does light — so do Guardians, who bring sweet dreams and painted eggs and presents beneath the Christmas tree and - if you look hard enough - the best snowballs around, all for the sake of keeping fear and sadness away. Childhood shouldn't be a time of darkness and doubt; it should be a time of wonder, of hope and memories and the sweetest dreams — and, of course, it should be a time of fun, and up until the first sunrise of spring sends him back to his womb of ice, Jack Frost will fight to protect it.

I am a Guardian, fierce and true.
I will watch over the children of Earth,
guide them safely from the ways of harm,
keep happy their hearts, brave their souls,
and rosy their cheeks.
I will guard with my life their hopes and dreams,
for they are all that I have, all that I am,
and all that I will ever be.

Theme Songs:
Little Jack Frost :: Kate Rusby — I was little boy lost and I was little boy blue // I am little Jack Frost, but I am warm through and through
Timshel :: Mumford & Sons — cold is the water // it freezes your already cold mind // and death is at your doorstep // and it will steal your innocence, but it will not steal your substance
Never Look Away :: Vienna Teng — let me uncover the silver in your dark hair // the weight of your bones // I want to witness the beauty of your repair // the shape you've grown
Laughter Lines :: Bastille — I'll see you in the future when we're older // and we are full of stories to be told // cross my heart and hope to die // I'll see you with your laughter lines

Allies & Enemies:
—Nightlight, the first Guardian. An enigma. A mysterious being clad in glowing armor. He is older than the earth itself, yet younger than yesterday's sunrise; he says nothing and yet everything. Jack is mystified by him.

fanpet for Jack Frost from the film Rise of the Guardians, with heavy references to The Guardians of Childhood novel series; I don't own the character, only the changes made to suit Subeta.
story, profile, coding, and nightlight button by kenny.
overlay by Alphys.
profile art by beeeper, background art by kenny.
'ride on, my flyweight love' — modified lyric from Flyweight Love by Vienna Teng.
the Guardian's Oath (modified to first person) and 'a Guardian, fierce and true' by William Joyce.

Pet Treasure

Block of Lake Ice

Shattered Pond Ice

Scored Piece of Ice

Frozen Snowflake

Frosted Jacket

Shepherdess Staff

Enchanted Snow Magic

Frozen Breath of Fraustus

Frozen Twig

Snow Covered Icicle

Mystical Icicle

Small Connected Icicles

Long Fallen Icicle

Enchanted Ice Fragment

Ice Stone

Cursed Ice Shard

Ice Floe

Iceflow Glacier Fragment

Glaciers Kiss


Special Snowflake


Pile of Snow


Well-Packed Snowball

Frosty Snowball

Icy Snowball

Tightly Packed Snowball

Big Ol Pile of Snowballs

Big Book of Snowballs

Snowman Building Kit

Friendly Snowperson Head

Man Who is Made of Snow

Frosted Down Feather

Frozen Heart

Antlephore Snow Sculpture

Feli Snow Sculpture

Ghostly Snow Sculpture

Popoko Snow Sculpture

Ice Rose

Frozen Petal

Snow Petal

Dragarth Ice Figurine

Feli Ice Figurine

Ghostly Ice Figurine

Kerubi Ice Figurine

Malticorn Ice Figurine

Telenine Ice Figurine

Sierrac Signet

Sparkling Winter Dust

Frosty Crystal Vial

Tundra Tonic

Frost Essence

Frost Thorn

Frozen Sword Charm

Frozen Rose Key

An Icy Soul

Winter Stories

Frost Flowers

Crystallized Codex of Endless Winter

Snow Book

Packing Snow

Book of Ice

Pet Friends

"--you don't understand anything!"

"...who are you?"

"Aww, someone doesn't want a snow day!"