Where winter blooms

The forest did not appear on any map.
At least, not in any that Jack Frost had seen.
Rumors spoke of trees that changed location during the night, flowers that appeared in the middle of winter, and animals that seemed to obey invisible commands.
For any human, that would probably have been enough to stay away.
For Jack…
It was an invitation.
The young spirit advanced among the trees, his staff resting on one shoulder. A thin layer of frost covered the leaves beneath his feet, though the strange forest seemed to resist winter.
Jack narrowed his eyes.
—There's definitely something strange about this place.
A branch moved above his head.
Jack looked up.
Nothing.
-Hello?
Silence.
He kept walking.
The Man in the Moon had sent him there with a very specific mission.
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Mother Nature.
An ancient entity that had been avoiding the Guardians for centuries and, according to North, could be the only one capable of understanding what was altering nature.
Jack sighed.
"Convincing a primordial entity to become a Guardian..." he murmured. "Easy. What could possibly go wrong?"
A flower appeared among the snow in front of him.
Jack stopped.
He watched her.
Then he slowly raised an eyebrow.
—…That wasn't there a second ago.
The wind blew through the trees.
But it wasn't his wind.
Jack smiled slowly.
—I know you're here.
He spun around, searching among the shadows.
—I'm not going to hurt you. Well… I'll try not to.
A second flower sprouted near her feet.
Jack let out a small laugh.
—Is that a yes?
He received no response.
But, from somewhere among the trees…
Bright eyes were already watching him.
And Jack still didn't know that he had just encountered the oldest, most powerful, and most stubborn creature he would ever meet.