Jack Frost & Danny Phantom, "Well one of us is gonna have to change."
If North had known the catch–that when Jack asked, “Can I invite a friend to the party?” he’d meant, “Can I invite a human to the party?”–he probably would’ve said No.
“What are you talking about?” Jack laughed, face scrunching up in amusement, crossing his arms. He looked a bit out of place without his staff (it was a masquerade party, and he’d come dressed in the black and white garb of a popular American superhero named Phantom), but Jack’s eyes still shone with the familiar glint of a trickster. “Danny’s not human. Not entirely.”
“Ah, but there is the issue, my friend. Part human is still human.” North explained, casting a wary glance across the room. The boy in question chatted animatedly with Tooth, Bunny, Coatlquetzal, and the Groundhog. Danny himself had a blue hoodie, brown pants, and a certain crooked staff in his hands. North tried to shake off the uncanny resemblance; if Danny only had a white wig, he’d be identical to Jack Frost.
Danny wasn’t having any trouble seeing the guests, though, despite being well past the age of most believers. North wasn’t sure if the boy was a medium or had nonhuman heritage, but it didn’t matter. It was still dangerous.
“There are many spirits here who would take advantage of a human,” North pointed out. “Not at my party, perhaps. But after.”
“Danny? No. he can take care of himself.” Jack said.
North raised a skeptical eyebrow, so Jack called over, “Hey Danny! Come meet Santa.”
From across the room, Danny and Jack shared a knowing glance, and briefly North wondered what was going on between the two. He didn’t have much time to ponder it, though, as the teen tactfully broke away from his conversation and ambled over with a smile.
Danny offered a hand to shake. “Nice to meet you, North, Jack’s told me a lot about you. And… my dad’s a big fan,” he admitted sheepishly.
North shook the offered hand, casting a confused glance to Jack, who just grinned, eyes sparkling. “So North seems to think,” Jack started out before North could get a word in edgewise, “That you’re human.”
A pause, and instantly, Danny grinned too. “I knew that whole ‘watching you 24 hours a day’ thing was BS.” He turned to North, eyes dancing with such amusement that North irrationally wondered if he was Jack’s twin. “Are you asking for a demonstration, then?”
North blinked. “Demonstration?”
Grinning, Jack stole his staff, and Danny stepped back, hands clenched at his side.
And then a white ring appeared around the teenager’s waist.
Heads turned as the bright flash grew, parting over Danny’s form to completely change his appearance. The hoodie and pants transformed into black and white hazmat; Danny’s black hair inverted to white. In an instant, the human was gone, replaced by Phantom, ghost superhero of legend.
North’s jaw dropped. Jack, behind him, laughed.
“See? What did I tell you? That was priceless!” Jack sauntered over to lean an elbow on Danny’s shoulder. North blinked. Now Jack and his guest were both wearing the same outfit, and except for the height difference and one’s green glowing eyes, the two looked identical.
Danny poked Jack in the chest. “Yeah, but now one of us is gonna have to change.”
“Bloody hell,” whispered Bunny from somewhere behind North, echoing his thoughts. “I can barely handle one Jack Frost–what’re we gonna do with two?”
Jack Frost though he knew what pretty was with his frost. He could spend mere seconds or hours on their designs. Jack Frost thought he knew what pretty was when he saw all the lights in North’s workshop or the carful paints in Aster’s warden.
But this boy took it to a whole new level.
The other boy’s eyes were a toxic green, and his hair was a pale dying white, with perhaps a bit of grey.
The boy moved in a way that was light and gave Jack Frost the impression that if he tried to touch him, the boy would dissolve into fog. Which wasn’t illogical considering the fact that the boys legs, or where they were supposed to be, was nothing but a mere black mist that smeared into the surroundings.
No, all the things that he saw before? They were nothing compared to this boy with the dangerous green eyes. With the almost eldritch, dangerous beauty and soft glow led Jack Frost’s eyes to him like a moth to a flame.
This boy reminded Jack of his lake that they were currently next to. Both were calm, still, but had unimaginable depth.
And in both, Jack can see himself drowning in.
From experience, Jack knew that ghost that were once human couldn’t see spirits. Unfair but true. The law of spirits still clinged to them, even after death. They had to believe to see. And a scarce few ever believed in the infamous Jack Frost.
“What the hell are you look’en at?”
Jack Frost blinked, This ghost seemed to prove himself once more to be the exception. “Your radiant beauty, what else?”
The ghost raised a brow, amused, “Are you flirting with me?”
Jack Frost swallowed as ghost still had a unwavering green eyes soly on Jack, “maybe.”
The ghost stared at Jack Frost for a long time, The black and damning mist that the boy had waist below solidified into two solid legs as he walked closer to Jack over the ice. “what’s your name?“
Jack mocked a bow, “Jack Overland Frost, at your service.” He straightened his back, “And what’s your name, if I may ask?”
The ghost paused, trying to revise a old memory, and returned the bow, “They call me Phantom, but I believe that I once had a much older name.” Then the ghost, or Phantom, gave Jack a strange look, “Your name is Jack Frost? Seriously?”
Jack Frost snorted, “Hey, you’re the last person to judge. I mean, you’re a ghost that calls himself Phantom.”
Phantom chuckled, “Fair enough.” Phantom moved closer to Jack Frost, “I’ve never really seen a person quite like you before…” Danny cocked his head, “Not quite human, and defiantly not a ghost. Half, whole or otherwise.” Phantom, oblivious to personal space, was comfortably nose to nose with Jack Frost, “So, what are you?”
Jack Frost’s knees felt weak. The green eyes were electric and had Jack’s insides buzzing with a strange energy, “I’m a spirit. That’s, uh.” If it was possible, Phantom leaned closer, listening, cold breaths mingling “A, uh. A spirit, you know?” Jack Frost floundered.
Jack Frost was both disappointed and had to hold back a sigh of relief when the spirit leaned back in mild surprise. “A spirit? That’s new. Don’t meet many of those quite often,”
legs merged back into fog and mist. “How long had you been a spirit?”
paused to think about it. “A very long time.” It was more than true. For
whatever reason, Jack had long out-lived the rest of Guardians. Even Sandy, the man of dreams. “What about you? How long have you been a ghost?”
Phantom’s face made Jack instantly regret his question.
“Longer than I care to
remember,” Phantom finally said.
“Ah.” Jack Frost nodded, “Lets just agree that we’re the same age then.”
Phantom’s unwavering eyes analyzed Jack Frost in a intimate way that tightened Jack Frost’s chest and made his head spin, “ … I can agree to that.” The ghost finally said slowly.
Jack Frost floundered, “I… what brings you to my lake?”
Phantom raised a brow, “This your lake?”
Jack gestured to around them, “I live here for the moon knows how long, if not all else, I would hope that this warrants the lake as my own.” Jack Frost leapt to the crook of his staff, “So, what brings here?”
“I found this place by accident and found it…” Phantoms cutting eyes glanced to Jack Frost, “Well, I found it rather beautiful.”
Right then and there Jack Frost’s legs nearly buckled, And his head short-wired, now Jack Frost could only be on autopilot.
“Oh.” Was the only response Jack could make.
Phantom, looking back at the lake now, nodded. “You won’t mind if I come back to your lake, would you?”
Jack Frost shook his head, “I- no! I mean, um… I wouldn’t mind.”
Phantom rose higher in the air, “Till next time then.”
And then he was gone.
The next time Jack Frost saw Phantom was when instead of a ghost with dangerous green eyes and mist for hair, he was a boy with hair as dark as the lakes depths where the light doesn’t dare touch and sad blue eyes.
Also unlike the first time, Phantom had his legs curled close and was gazing at the stars by the shore.
Jack Frost found him just as striking as his other form. “Phantom! You’re back,”
Phantom jerked his head towards Jack. “You… you recognize me?”
Jack Frost nodded, “Always.” He blinked. “I mean yes! Yeah I recognize you.”
Phantom seemed a bit star-stuck, “No one ever recognizes me. Not like this.”
Jack Frost looked to the star spotted sky, and thought of his once human form. “I can relate to that,”
Phantom slowly looked back to the sky as well, and eventually said, “You can see the stars so well here, that’s so rare in this day and age.”
Jack Frost nodded, it was what he always loved best about this lake, was that the light from the cities and lamp posts were so far way from here that the sky was always dark enough to see the stars. “I don’t know why, but most mortals tend to stray away from here.” Jack cautiously sat down next to Phantom.
For a long time, they both sat there. Unchallenged by time.
Green Arrow, Green Lantern, and the Flash teamed up to dress Phantom up as Jack Frost for Halloween. They even had Jack’s stick ready. They then made Phantom use his ice powers enough to make the teen’s eyes blue to complete the look. Eventually Phantom got roped into going to random towns. There, Phantom would stay invisible while the other heroes (while in their own Halloween costumes) would go ask kids if they believed in Jack Frost. When the kids say yes, Phantom would drop his invisibility and fly in front of the kids. Which makes the kids squeal in pure joy. Phantom would create snowballs in order for everyone to have a snowball fight. To say the least, it was a good Halloween.
“Try focusing on your core and twisting the ice out. That’s how I make ice spikes, and once you got them just right you can chuck ‘em.” Jack instructed, placing his hands just over Danny’s elbows and lightly pushing them into the correct posture.
“It’s not fuckin’ workin’, man.”
Jack only smiled. “I have like, three hundred years of experience on you. It’s alright if-”
A knife-shaped shrapnel of ice barely nicked the outer shell of Jack’s ear. Danny’s eyebrows raised.
“Oh, it’s on!” Jack formed a huge snowball in his hands and launched it at the ghost, cackling madly. Danny went intangible and laughed at Jack’s irritated look as the snowball hit a wall forty feet away and scattered the snow into the street below.
“No ghost powers! It’s not fair.” Jack stuck out his tongue and cross his arms.
“First, close your eyes.”
Jack rolled his eyes but closed them anyway, and didn’t shiver when Danny’s cold presence shifted closer to him.
A gentle kiss on his eyelid, a small gasp, and then his eyes shooting open when he felt a fuck ton of snow hit his face.
“IT IS SO ON, PHANTOM!”
Danny can fly fast, but nothing can rival the wind that Jack harnessed to slingshot him at max speed, fifteen snowballs at hand and ready to fire.
Later that day the citizens of Amity Park were treated to an impromptu snow day by the two dead white haired anime weebs and they were very confused.
At one point it was decided that the Justice League would have a movie night once a week and anyone could join if they have the time and want to do it. It isn’t mandatory so that is nice, but sometimes movie night would change due to reasons. And one movie night Phantom, Green Lantern, Flash, Green Arrow, Captain Marvel, Black Canary, Red Tornado (who wanted to learn more about these characters that are often told to children), and Zatara watched Rise Of The Guardians due to a request from Captain Marvel. Afterwards, Green Lantern, Flash, and Green Arrow would call Phantom Jack Frost, Frostbite, Jackie and the like.