Hey fanfiction! I noticed that there was only one crossover with the Titanic 1997 movie. I thought that was a little strange considering how similar Jack Frost and Jack Dawson are. They both love to have fun, they both traveled the world, and they both died in freezing water. So since only one other person has written fanfiction in this category, I decided that I should to. Please review this story!

Prologue

April 15, 1912

Jack Frost's POV

Jack Frost was stuck out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean sitting on a floating piece of wood, having the worst day of his life. First, the ship scraped the iceberg and started sinking. Now, his first and only believer was going to die right in front of him.

"Hang on, buddy," Jack said to his freezing friend who was clinging onto the same floating piece of wood from the shipwreck. "Don't die."

Jack had wanted to pull his friend out of the water but his 20-year old believer told him that he didn't want to be separated from Rose and there was only room on the piece of wood for one person and one spirit. So here his believer was, slowly freezing to death.

Jack sighed. If he hadn't helped his believer to win those Titanic tickets, his believer probably wouldn't be dying right now.

Jack was so deep in his thoughts, he almost didn't hear his believer whisper his name.

"Jack."

"Yeah?"

His friend smiled at him.

"Don't feel guilty. It's not your fault. You're not the one who sank the ship and besides, winning those tickets was the best thing that's ever happened to me. Don't blame yourself," he whispered.

"Also, don't forget your promise. And make sure Rose keeps her's," his friend whispered again and gestured to the woman on the piece of wood he was clinging onto. She was now laying on her back, staring at the stars.

Jack swallowed hard.

"I promise."

His believer smiled at him. "And never let go of that promise."

Jack tried to hold back tears but failed. "I'll never let go of my promise for as long as I live," he vowed.

His friend struggled to keep his eyes open. "Goodbye, Jackson Overland Frost," he managed to get out.

Jack Frost choked back his sobs. He needed to be strong for his believer. "Goodbye, Jack Dawson."

Jack Dawson lowered his head, closed his eyes, and stopped moving.

Jack Frost's first and only believer was dead.

Jack Frost felt like screaming. He didn't want to accept that his best friend just died in front of him. How could this have happened? It just didn't seem real. Jack could remember when the Titanic was docked at Southampton waiting to set sail on its maiden voyage…