Jokul Frosti, the first of the legends

Began before time was a breath 

In the lungs of a deer, silently waiting

Jokul Frosti, dark and cold

Creating the snow, the wind, the frost

As humans walked below

Jokul Frosti, one to be feared

Whispers of old, of warning

Fear is a lonely emotion

Jokul Frosti, once king of the cold

Brings light to the eyes

Of children tenfold

Jokul Frosti, born again

Full of happiness

Joy in the blanket of white

Jack Frost, no longer captive

By the fear of the cold

Beauty and peace, protection evermore