This is my first long fanfiction story so please be nice if you review!
Frost, Death, and Fear
Prologue
Pippa's POV
"Jack!" I screamed as my dear brother Jack fell through the ice. I was numb with horror. How could this have happened? How? I crawled over to the hole in the ice. Maybe he was just playing a game. Maybe anytime now, Jack would pop out of the ice and say, "Gotcha!" I waited by the hole just in case. "Jack, this isn't funny!" I screamed. Suddenly, tears started pouring down my face. I knew Jack wasn't playing a game. I knew he wasn't coming back. I ran all the way home screaming.
Three years after Jack's death, I was twelve years old. During those three years, I had learned to deal with my brother's death. I knew he wouldn't want me moping around, so I did what he used to do. I had fun. Every spring, I'd run through the forest climbing trees; every summer I'd jump into the pond and go swimming; every autumn I would pile a bunch of leaves into a big leaf pile and jump into it; every winter I would go ice skating on the pond. Although I would have so much fun, I would never stop thinking about Jack and how much fun he and I had.
The winter of my twelfth year, I ran outside in the freshly fallen snow, ice skates in hand. "Be careful, Pippa! It looks like there's going to be a blizzard soon!", my mother shouted out. "I'll be careful, Mum!" I shouted back. I headed to the pond, the strong wind sweeping my hair across my face. Once I got to the pond, I bent down to put my skates on. I never made it. Right then, the blizzard started going at full power. I got knocked over and fell into the snow. The wind prevented me from getting up and the snow was falling faster all around me. I laid down on the snow unable to get up. I closed my eyes as the snow started to pile around me. Later that night, I died.