As the fragile ice broke from the lightest weight of Polaris, he plunged deeply into the frigid waters beneath him while frantically grasping for the firmer ground above!

He could hear his mother calling for him. "Polaris!" She cried. He too felt like crying; the ice was so freezing he felt like he was on fire.

His eyes were closed but he felt himself sinking further and further under the ice, slipping away from the world.

At some point, he felt numb. He opened his eyes and saw the light from the sun dimming. He felt his consciousness dimming too, and he let himself go.

When Polaris woke up again, he was unsure where he was. All he saw was the sun.

No, it wasn't the sun. It was artificial.

Hospital lights. They shone at him, practically screaming at him with their bright bulbs. "Honey. Oh, you're okay. You're okay!"

His mother's voice was the only one he recognized from the others that clouded her's. He felt a plastic mask on his face, warm air from it filling his body. He wasn't cold but he was exhausted. He almost fell asleep but didn't.

"Your son is okay, ma'am," a man assured, his voice soothing but firm. "We'll keep him for about twelve more hours until you can take him home."

His mother nodded, still looking at Polaris, grateful for his life. Polaris was still confused. He just knew he was tired. And after his mother left the room, he finally slept.

A week later, Polaris was sitting on the soft couch in his living room, watching the snow fall delicately outside the window. "Mom, the other kids are playing. I wanna make a snowman!"

"No," his mother said. "You can go outside in a month. It's still too cold."

"I want to go outside when it's cold. Mom, it's just snow. Please?"

His mother sighed. "Fine. But I'll be watching."

He leaped up and grabbed two coats and ran out the door. Outside there were other kids. Eight year olds, like Polaris, tens, even teenagers, making snowmen larger than any other he had seen before.

"Hey, Polaris!" a girl called. Her name was Diana, and she was seven, but she was in his grade. "Wanna have a snow fight?"

He smiled but feared that the balls would be too compact. Some kids got bruised from snowballs. "No, I'm okay." He turned around to do something else when he heard Diana's voice again.

"Watch out!" she shouted.

He whipped around and put his hands up to protect himself. His eyes were closed but then he slowly started to open them. And in front of him was a snowball, but it wasn't moving. It stayed suspended in midair until he dropped his hands. "Woah, how'd you do that?" Diana awed.

"I-I don't know," Polaris whispered. He looked at Diana one more time before he ran back into his house. His mother was still inside, warming some hot chocolate and baking cookies.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked, concerned.

He took deep breaths, the warm air softening his pink cheeks. "I think I have powers."

She laughed. "Powers? What do you mean?"

"I stopped a snowball. I-I froze it in the air."

His mother squinted her eyes at him. "Show me."

They went outside again, to somewhere the other children weren't playing. "Throw a snowball at me." His mother squatted down and scooped up some snow. She pressed it together and formed a perfect sphere. Swinging her arm back, the ball flung through the air.

Like before, Polaris put up his hands and also like before, it stopped mid-air. "See!"

His mother gasped. "How did this happen?"

He thought for a second. "Did you marry Jack Frost?"

"No, Polaris."

"Hmm. Well, maybe it's because I fell in that water."

"Maybe."

"Well, that's cool."

And the two continued on with their day, like nothing happened.