Hooves of ice

by Fictional Fanatic

2) Guess who I am! Oh right, you can't see or hear me...

Jack was smiling while looking upon the frost pony and the princess of the night. It was heartwarming to see old friends see each other after such a long time. Luna and Frozen Solid had known each other before the banishment of Nightmare Moon and the disappearance of the frost ponies.

They were both currently discussing the disappearance of the frost ponies, something Jack knew all about. It was his doing after all. Nopony might be able to see or hear him, but this didn't mean he couldn't interact with the world at all. He had after all created the frost ponies, even if they could neither remember him or believe in him. Believing in his existence was after all the only way to see and hear him. But with his powers, he had still interacted with the world around him. He was able to call the winds to fly him to his destination, he could conjure anything from frost, snow and ice, even going as far as to creating living beings with access to a small portion of his powers. But his most loved ability of all was the way he could spread cheer. The same ability he had bestowed upon his frost ponies.

He could clearly remember the day he first created the frost ponies.

Jack felt lonely, very lonely. He was in no mood to visit the ponies he had walked among a few weeks ago, for they had all started fighting among each other and also against the ponies from other tribes. This, in turn, had attracted attention from certain creatures, Windigoes. At first, Jack had tried to protect the ponies and fought the Windigoes, but as the ponies continued their pointless fighting the Windigoes grew stronger and started affecting even Jack himself. As soon as Jack had caught himself thinking about putting the ponies in their place he had left to think clearly and find a different solution to get rid of the Windigoes. But he had nothing, nothing came to mind and he began to grow frustrated. And lonely.

Now, Jack was used to being lonely, seeing as none of the ponies could see or hear him, but being in their company had always been enough, the illusion of partaking in somepony's life was enough. But here, there were no ponies nearby, no snow, no harsh conditions for ponies to overcome. And all that snow, ice and cold would make ponies hate the winter and forget the beauty of what it could bring with it.

This suddenly sparked something in Jack, an idea. An idea so simple, so incredibly unlikely that it just might work. And if it did, then all his problems would be solved, including the ponies problem of having trouble trusting each other. He began to work immediately.

After slaving around for a whole of three weeks, Jack was nearly done. He had collected enough information and resources to try and put his plan into motion. Only one step left. One step, that if it did not succeed would mean it had all been in vain. Jack was eager to start, and so he did.

Once more looking over the few objects he had tracked down in the land of ponies, he smiled. The only few objects he had trouble getting had been the vial full of windigo breath, a big scoop of "Summer Snow" That was a form of snow that instead of being cold radiated heat. And the small, one-celled organisms he had named "Base". The Bases were only hard to get because of their delicate nature and how a lot of things could kill them when out of their usual environment, something he was gonna tinker with. But the hardest was after all the most necessary step, to purify the breath from the windigoes bad influence. The main reason Jack had chosen to use such a thing for the creation of something else entirely was the fact that his ice-cold breath dissipated way to fast for him to change its nature to suit his current needs.

But after enough tampering he had finally purified the breath and adapted the Bases to his liking, he did not have to change any other of the other objects. The snow he would use was already how he wanted it, full of mysterious magic that let the snow give off warmth instead of cold. A nice little touch to his project if he could say so himself.

Jack would have smiled at such a thought as his old world never had this kind of magic, but instead, he frowned when he remembered that if he failed, even this world would soon be void of the beauty that came from the Summer Snow. Whenever the windigoes came close to the warm snow it instantly lost it's amazing ability and turned to regular snow. Something he would prevent from happening to his little project.

After hours of working and making sure the different objects would not have any unintended effects, he was finally ready to bring forth the final touches. Looking down at the figure before him, made mostly out of snow. Before him stood a crude shape of a pony. Instead of hooves, it has the clearest of fine cut ice, almost looking like glass. The skin of the pony was made of the warm snow that was now housing the many Bases that thrived in the warmth of the snow. The eyes, made of big pearls found deep in the sea inside a giant clam, carved out and having small irises made of a thin layer of sapphire making the eyes looking almost alive in their current state. The snow at the snout, tip off the ears and at the hooves is, however, a bit different as it is slightly shifting into a deep blue color just like one can color shaved ice. The mane and tail had been the trickiest to get done right.

Having to find any suitable material for replacing the hair was an impossible task, in the end, Jack had to settle on cultivating a new breed of Bases able to produce real hair that would grow as any other pony's mane and tail. After managing such a feat there was only one last step, animating the pony.

Jack stepped back and looked at his creation. He knew how he was gonna do this, he had planned this and he had also done this before, many times. Maybe not for this purpose, but still... About to breathe life into his creation Jack stepped back and readied himself. Just as he was about to awaken his creation her realized something, this pony would require a name. Names were very important after all.

After giving it some thought he had settled on a name and also the addition of giving his thoughts more effect by vocalizing the pony's name and purpose as he would give it life. Deciding it's now or never Jack inhaled deeply and started to slowly release his breath as it turned into a frozen fog, holding up the purified windigo breath he let it spill out and blend with his own as it descended upon the yet lifeless pony. Meanwhile, Jack had taken the initiative to make sure the pony became what he wanted. "Your name shall be "Blinding Cover" and you will be the first frost pony. The ponies that bring cheer and the ones to help anypony else in need." Jack made sure that he used the Ponies' word anypony instead of the humans' anyone as it was a pony he was creating after all.

As if on cue the fog created from Jack's and the windigoes' breath fell upon the pony. As soon as the fog touched the pony frost was created from the contact. As the frost spread all across the pony in a fascinating pattern, Jack noticed how much it looked like fur, as if it was actual fur covering the pony he named Blinding Cover. Jack had tried to make Cover as identical to the ponies as possible, but had given up when it came to the fur as he had no idea how he would go about finding a suitable substitute like he had with the mane and tail. But seeing the frost covering the pony had completed the pony look and made it hard to distinguish between the frost pony and a regular Earthpony.

Jack was watching the amazing display of ice and frost standing before him, that is until it suddenly stopped as if to signify that it was complete. Looking upon the pony in anticipation Jack held his breath. (Even if he didn't require any air.) At first nothing seemed to happen, the frost pony was standing completely still. That is, until it's whole body suddenly shook and the pony took a deep breath and opened its eyes for the first time.

Jack was was so happy he had succeeded that he suddenly lost control of himself. He jumped up and started screaming in delight: "It worked, it worked! HA, HA, HA !" Jack blurted out spinning around in delight.

However, Jack realized that he must have completely frightened the poor frost pony and quickly turned around back towards Blinding Cover to apologize but instead noticed something was off. The frost pony wasn't looking at him at all, it was calmly inspecting its surroundings. This could only mean one thing for poor Jack. His creation, the frost pony, was completely oblivious of his presence, meaning it did not know of his existence and therefore didn't believe in him and could not see or hear him.

Jack stumbled and fell on his knees, he had failed. He had been unsuccessful in creating his frost pony as he had hoped to finally have a partner, somepony to talk too. But fate was cruel and would not let him have it. And Jack did the only thing that came to him with the sudden realization of how alone he was. Tears, Jack started to cry. He started to curse the world he had found himself in, something he had not done for a long time as he had found peace in this new world. Or so he thought, now it had come back and painfully reminded him of this.

But suddenly something even more depressing came to mind, he had just created a new life form. However, it was like him, the only one of it's kind. It would become like him, Alone.

Jack could not have that. Jack himself could live through the loneliness, but Blinding Cover was a pony, an animal that lived with others of its kind. Also, Jack would forever feel guilty if he just created a life-form and then immediately doomed it to be forever alone. He could not, HE WOULD NOT!

Jack stood up and once again looked up to his creation, and started to focus his powers. With pure determination fueling his magic he unleashed it all around him with only one purpose, to create more life!

Jack would normally never attempt this, but as it stood now he was not in the best of emotional states. And therefore the wind roared. At the time Jack did not fully understand how far his powers could stretch and how he was doing it. All he saw was that the winds suddenly came from all sides at once and surrounded him and his frost pony. The winds brought with them snow and other items that were all used in creating the first frost pony. And as if the world itself wanted to see more of the frost ponies and their beauty the winds started to assemble new bodies of snow.

Jack could only stand in disbelief and watch as the world did his bidding for him. He had yet to realize that his own will and magic had integrated with the natural magic in the atmosphere of the planet and created a spell for just this purpose.

Jack smiled, he smiled as the winds parted and before him stood hundreds of frost ponies of both gender and many different ages. This was now the time of the frost ponies.

And all this, the creation of the frost ponies would never be witnessed again by anyone or anypony. Only then and there would it have been seen. By Jack frost and Blinding cover.

Jack smiled at the memory as he walk straight through the outer wall of the castle, he did not have to stay as he knew no harm would come to the frost pony. He had things to do, ponies to send out and a certain old statue to go and pay a visit to. "Watch out, Jack Frost is back in business." He spoke to himself before letting the wind carry him towards the royal gardens. This will be fun.