Jack Frost woke up.
It was quiet; like the quiet was surrounding him and that it didn't care what it touched. It was holding him where he was lying. Lying on the quilted bed he'd come to know over the past year. Not even a year, closer to nine months. The time it took for life to come into this world. But then again… it wasn't even that long.
It was coming back to him.
The trip to the frozen lake that had spelled out his human death, and his spirit's beginning. It was just him and her. She didn't really want to go, but he wanted to show her his place of beginning, even if it meant showing her his end. She had eventually decided she would go, only if he would teach her how to ice skate. Which he had quickly agreed to.
He had explained how he was chosen to be a guardian because of how he'd saved his little sister, and she had listened in silence. And when he had finished, she didn't even laugh.
And then they were skating when it had happened.
The reason he didn't feel her warm body next to his.
The reason his head burned where he had been struck.
But if she wasn't there next to him…
Where was she?
"Alice!"
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As promised, the sequel to Iced Heart...
Enjoy
Please?
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