I thought we had a deal, we made a pact. Every year the first Saturday in December at the big tree where I first believed. I specifically set aside today, packed my skis, loaded them with the utmost care into my truck. My heart pitter patted relentlessly in my chest as I impatiently rode the lift to the top. With excitement I breathed the crisp mountain air and adjusted my pale pink hat. The one with the ear flaps and the tassels with the fuzzy Pom poms you always say look so ridiculous. A smile spread across my lips as I imagined your reaction.
I did as I had done every year before since that fateful day. Second run to the left, down the backside. I made sure no one was there to see me just as you told me. Past the twisted tree and through the ungroomed territory. I went as fast as I dared, impatient to see you again.
Yet here I am at the big tree, alone. When you didn't come right away I kept telling myself you just got caught up somewhere and were running behind. I should've known, I should have seen the signs. The patches of dry earth peeking through the snow. The rhythmic drips of water falling from the trees. It was obvious you hadn't been through here anytime recently.
What happened? What made you break your promise, what made this year different? Is it because I'm older now? I'm no longer a child so I'm no longer worth your time, no longer a priority, is that it? Maybe everyone is right and we do become too old for "fairy tales." Not because we stop believing, but because those we believe in stop caring.
The sun is setting now and here you appear over the ridge. Floating effortlessly like always, yet you are searching frantically over the area. A silent tear falls from my eyes, resting haplessly on my cheek, though I know you can't see it. Finally you find what you never thought you would, and the look on your face is evidence enough that you've realized your mistake.
You weren't there Jack. You weren't there to warn me that the snow ledge was unstable. You weren't there to save me. If you had only kept your promise my body wouldn't be laying at the bottom of that tree well. But you didn't come. Not until it was too late, and now I'm the one whose invisible and you're the one waiting for someone who will never come. Why didn't you come Frost?
author note: ok just so we're clear I really do in fact love the movie and I'm not usually sooo depressing! This idea randomly popped into my head after watching it though so even if its dismal...whatevs I thought it was cool:P
so if you are confused here's a more thorough summary... Jack saves one of his believers when she is very young and makes a promise to them that even though he is busy he will visit em for one day each year, meeting at the se place and time. One year when this girl is now a teenager jack doesnt show up and she gets worried and wanders around exploring. because jack hadn't been through to make things wintery an all she ends up falling into a tree well (where there is a big hole in the snow around a tree trunk...it's a thing.) and because she's not on any marked ski trails there is no one to save her, as she I has been knocked uncious amd killed. Then frost shows up and finds the results of his broken promise, even if it was unintentional. Yup. Kay that was sad.. Bye! :)