Chapter 11: The Snowman Cousins
Just as I promised we will now go back a few years to recount the story of Owen, the abominable snowmen. It is a story of violence, exclusion and trying to find ones place in the world, much like any good story should be,
It all began just before the second Battle of Reindeer Ridge. Jack and Jane Frost were tasked with creating an army of Snowmen, magical monsters made out of snow who were similar to the Golems of Jewish legend, but icier.
Jack though knew he was powerful enough to create the snowmen, but Jane insisted they ask for the help of their uncle Sinter to learn the magic, just the same. For you see, Sinter was an accomplished golem-conjurer, having been one of the first wizards to perfect the form. In fact he created the sentient Golem who we now refer to as Bigfoot or Sasquatch
The Frost Twins and Sinter spent a long night before the Second Battle of Reindeer Ridge building snowmen and giving them life. Sinter did most of life-giving as he was the experienced one, but Jack and Jane t watched and listened closely, soaking in the art of golem-creation.
After he had created twenty or so snowmen, each more brutish and blank-minded than the last, Sinter turned to an engrossed Jane and a bored Jack.
“Why don’t you try making one?” Sinter offered.
“Are you sure?” Jane hesitantly asked.
Sinter simply nodded.
Jane stepped forward to build her snowman, but Jack pushed her aside. “Me first.”
Jack quickly set about sculpting his first creation from snow, using the basic form Sinter had showed them. A displeased Jane watched with her arms folded.
Jack picked two small branches off a nearby pine tree and two mismatched pieces of coal for his eyes. Sinter opened his mouth to warn his nephew, but once he determined that Jack wouldn’t listen anyway he remained quiet.
Finally, after sculpting the body and face, Jack looked at the pile of carrots for a noise to find it had dwindled down to one that had been half-chewed by Sinter’s pet hare, Hoppyand a turnip.
“We’re out of carrots.” Jack said to his uncle.
“It’s ok. Just use the turnip. I’ll go get some carrots for the next snowman.”
Jack shrugged and placed the turnip in the center of the snowman’s face.
“Do you remember the incantation?” Sinter asked.
“Yes,” Jack replied, abruptly. “Resurectio Nivis Vir”
Jack, Jane, and Sinter took a step back as the magic began to work its effect.
Much like Sinter fear the eyes did not appear be growing uniformly and were still mismatched in size. The face began to droop and pine needles sprouted up out of the bare branches that were the snowman’s arms. Finally, a pair of icy feet grew out of the bottom of the snowman protruding out of his bottom and making him top heavy.
“What’s happening?” Jack asked fearfully.
“The magic must have gone wrong, it happens occasionally.” Sinter casually explained.
“Happy Deathday,” the now-alive abomination slurred from its slanted mouth.
Jack, Jane, and Sinter stared aghast at their creation, unsure what to do, as his face drooped even more.
“What should I do with him?” Jack asked.
“I don’t know. Reverse the spell and try again I guess.”
Jack hesitated, looking sympathetically at his creation.
“I can’t do it,” Jack told his uncle.
“Alright,” Sinter conceded, “But he won’t make a very good soldier.”
“I will fight until death,” The snowman begged, his slur now only slightly noticeable.
“Go join the others,” Sinter ordered and the droopy snowman waddled off on his big feet.
“Wait, what is my name?” The snowman asked.
“Snowmen don’t have names,” Sinter barked. The snowman stared at Sinter with pitiful eyes.
“Fine. Your name is Owen,” Sinter surrendered, naming the snowman after a farmer he had known a long time ago
Satisfied the snowman went off and joined his brethren.
“Ok, now it’s your turn.” Sinter turned to Jane, ignoring her brother.
“What about me?” Jack cried.
“You had your turn,” Sinter replied sternly, pointing to the deformed snowman named Owen who stood with the other snowmen, smiling a crooked smile because he had been given a name. The other snowmen glared at him, because they had not been given a name.
Jack was about to protest but was silenced when Sinter’s face grew even sterner.
“Just watch, maybe you will learn something.”
With a huff, Jack sulked over to the corner to watch his sister at work.
“Are you ready,” Sinter asked, turning back to Jane.
“I guess,” Jane said apprehensively as she set to work building another snowman.
Jane’s snowman proved to be a lot better put together than Jack’s attempt. The coal eyes were the same size and seeing that he had no more suitable carrots Jack tore a button from his jacket and placed it in the center of the snowman’s face. He also withdrew a corncob pipe from his pocket and placed it where the mouth of the snowman should be.
Jane took a step back, admiring his creation.
“It needs one more thing,” She said as he conjured up the hat he had been given by an ex-lover, the magician f Professor Presto She placed the hat on his new creation head saying, “I shall call you Frosty,” before muttering the words, “Resurectio Nivis Vir.”
There must have been some powerful magic in that old silk hat of Professor Presto’s because Frosty immediately sprang to life, more robust, brawny, and bigger than all the other snowmen. “Happy birthday.” He bellowed triumphantly and began to dance a short jig.
“I think we’ve found our General,” Sinter stated proudly as he and Jane looked adoringly at their creation. Jack, with a sour expression, stomped out of the room.
“Why don’t you lead the way Owen,” Frosty suggested as the snowmen marched towards the reindeer village. Owen looked at questioningly at his cousin who nodded encouragingly.
“Ok,” Owen assented, not confident enough to challenge his younger cousin, General Frosty of the Snowman army.
Owen marched forward his whole body shaking and causing snow to fall off him and onto the ground. His snowman brethren were close behind him while Frosty brought up the rear, brandishing a magic broom he could use to conjure up blizzard, that had been given to him by Winter.
Owen marched forward fearfully, his whole body shaking and causing, even more, snow to fall off him onto the ground.
“Forward, ho.” Frosty shouted.
“I can’t do this,” Owen whispered to himself.
“What soldier?” Frosty demanded.
Owen’s only reply was to suddenly run away from the battlefield, gaining speed as he went up the hill in the direction of the mountains.
“Come back you coward,” Frosty bellowed, but Owen had already been taken over by instinct.
Owen ran until his cousin’s voice was a distant echo in his ear and then he ran some more. He eventually came upon a cave and that was where he stayed for 5 long years, only venturing out occasionally for food.
He saw no one during that time except for the reindeer Prancer, who wandered into his cave on his way to the West Pole and began mocking him for his appearance and for being a coward. Owen agreed with Prancer, but decided to eat him nonetheless; mostly because he was hungry, but also because Prancer was kind of a jerk.
Owen lived a lonely solitary life in that cave until he met RudolphWho was a true friend to him even if he didn’t live up to his promise of coming back to visit.
Once Rudolph had left Owen left a deep longing to reenter that world and so decided to finally venture out of the cave, but he knew he couldn’t go back to his home. He had been branded a deserter and could never return home.
So he set off for the Himalayas where he lived with a Tibetan monk for a time, but that didn’t last long, so Owen traveled onward, deciding to finally do something about his grotesque appearance.
He visited every wizard, shaman, and magician he could find, but none seemed able to help him. He briefly considered going back to his creator Jack Frost, but just the thought filled him with fear.
And so Owen wandered for years on end, until he heard a rumor of a powerful man, the supposed savior of all mankind, who could heal anyone. He set out to find this man in Jerusalem, the man called Jesus.