A Rise of the Guardians fanfiction
A/N: I just watched the Rise of the Guardians movie and even though by the end of the movie I wanted to murder the other four guardians, I liked Jack Frost's story.
This is Jack's death in the frozen lake at the beginning of the movie. Angsty.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians. If I did, Santa Klaus (North) wouldn't look like a fat and ugly paedophile and the Easter Bunny would actually be CUTE.
Memory of cold
Jack Frost's POV
I remember the cold, bitter and freezing as it penetrated into my body and reached till the very marrow of my bones.
I remember the hopeless feeling as my body, feeling as heavy as lead sunk into the icy water and then just kept falling deeper and deeper.
I wondered if the lake even had a bottom. I wondered if I would keep on falling forever.
Everything felt numb; even the shocking pain that reminded me of a thousand razor-sharp knives thrusting into every inch of my body that had overcome me the moment I hit the surface of the water had now started to gradually subside.
Nothing felt real anymore, there was just me and the water burning my tired lungs. I couldn't keep my breath any longer; the water rushed into me and pushed me even further down towards the bottom.
I could hear someone calling my name, and it was those desperate shrieks coming from a little girl's mouth- I knew it even though I could not see her- that dragged me out of the world of oblivion I was immersing.
I saved her.
That thought seemed to come out of nowhere and it triggered something inside me, and for I moment I considered fighting once again, but I remembered the pain and the despair from which my very existence consisted when I struggled to resurface.
The surface seemed too far away now, a distant light in a world of darkness.
Why fight it when it would be all over soon?
Everything seemed to fade away and die in the dark waters I was floating. The pain, the screams, everything was gone.
I fixed my eyes to the sky for one last time. The moon was pale and huge, looming above me but it didn't feel threatening. It was as if the moon was telling me its last, kind goodbye.
The only thing left to feel was the cold, taking even the memory of warmth away from me.
I embraced it. I let go.