Afterwards

Hello everyone! I'm back, this time with a FanFic about The Rise of the Guardians starring Jack Frost. I fell in love with that movie and I thought that not writing something was wrong, so here I am. I wrote something in her little sister's POV after Jack fell through the ice. I hope you enjoy reading it as well as I enjoyed writing it. Please R&R!

"Mommy" I yelled at her reaching for the house as fast as I could. "Mommy, mommy, hurry!" she opened the door looking alarmed. I don't blame her, she should be, and she should also be calling for help. I hoped daddy was home, because he would be the only one to save Jack from the lake. If I didn't hurry, he was going to die.

"Honey, what's wrong?" She asked embracing me. "Where's your brother?"

"He fell into the lake mommy, the ice broke and I was going to fall, but he saved me and- and- and he fell instead!" I finished my fast explanation and started pulling her towards the lake. She took a minute to understand what I had said; it came to her as a shock because I bet that she never expected something like that to happen. After all, daddy had told us the lake was frozen enough to skate.

"When did that happened?" my mom asked worriedly with a frown on her face. She was worried and I was too.

"A few minutes ago, I just unbuckled my skates and ran over here," I explained and my mother looked down to the ground, a few tears running through her cheeks. "Mom, we can still save him, let's get help!" I told her. She just lowered raised her head and look at me in the eye, hers full of sorrow for her son. "No…"

"Sweetheart, it's too late, no one can help Jack now," she whispered and tried to hug me, but I pulled away. I should have had such face full of horror because she looked at me with begging eyes.

"No… No! We can still save him, we must save him! He's my brother," I begged, but my mother just shook her head.

"What's going on?" said a voice behind me and I turned around to see my dad with some wood on his arms to light up the fireplace that night. I ran to him and grabbed him strongly, and he was surprise by my outburst.

"Daddy, you've got to help Jack!" I yelled, and when he didn't seem to understand me I tried to explain the best I could. "He felt in the lake when he was teaching me how to skate, we need to save him!" When he understood he looked at my mom, who had tears in her eyes and he looked down at me, but before he could say something I cut him off. "You can't abandon him, he's waiting for us," I whimpered.

My dad looked at me and I could see in his eyes the same sorrow that was in my mom's. The wood fell from his arms and he kneeled in front of me to see him in the eye. "Honey, it's too late. The water is too cold, and it's been too much time. Jack couldn't have survived," he explained but I shook my head.

"How can you know it? Let's get him out of the water first!" I replied but he shook his head.

"Nobody is going to dive into the cold water to get him out," my dad told me sadly. I shook my head and tears fell from my eyes. I wasn't going to give up on him, not yet. He tried to hug me, just like my mother had done, but I didn't let him and I ran towards the lake once again. I had to try something to help my brother.

I arrived at the lake and everything was the same: The stick was right where it fell when Jack let go, the hole was too in the same spot, and my skates were in the shore where I threw them to run faster. I was going to step into the ice, try to get to the hole and save Jack, when I felt the strong grip of my father's arms around me. He held me in place, I fought and tried to break free but he would not let go.

I finally calmed down after some time, but I didn't move from my spot. My dad released me and tried to get me to talk, to go back home, warm up, get some sleep, but I just didn't feel like it. I let my brother died, I couldn't help him; he died because of me in the first place. I was such a bad sister, it was my entire fault. I felt like crying but my eyes were dried, I wanted to leave but I couldn't find the strength. We still had some hours of day light, so my parents agreed to leave me there. A friend of the family who had witnessed all stood there just in case, but gave me space I needed so much.

I went to pick up my skates from the shore, he wanted to follow but when he realized I wouldn't do anything crazy he stood on his spot. I picked up the skates, they had snow in them. Jack gave them to me as a present, but now I didn't want to use them anymore. They were also at fault for Jack's death. In one swift motion, I raised one skate in my hand and crushed it in the ice. It broke, first in what looked like spider webs and then in finally separated in different pieces. The staff somehow didn't fell to the water.

I hoped I could see Jack, but the water looked black. The parts that didn't look black reflected the light, so they acted like a mirror and I could not see the bottom. I sighed and fell to my knees. I felt too weak to stand but at the same time I wanted to leave. The next I remember is a blur of events, in which I was too traumatized to realize what was going on around me.

For days, even weeks, I didn't speak. I barely slept and hardly eat. My parents were worried about me, but they were also grieving so they didn't tell me much. When spring came and heated everything my dad asked some of our friends if they could swim in the lake and look for Jack's body. They never found it and what happened remained a mystery.

In time my parents moved on and even myself. We made a little memorial the next year in the lake; we put a lot of candles and flowers. The friend of the family that watched over me that time used to be my brother's best friend. They used to pull prank on us every time they could and I always admired that he agreed to help me when he also had to deal with the loss of his friend. Years later we got married and we had two children, both boys.

My husband passed away before I did, but it wasn't long before I followed suit. We had a good life, we got to meet our grandchildren and they got to hear about their brave uncle Jack, who saved his little sister from falling and drowning in the lake but died afterwards from the same fate he saved his sister. They were amazed. In time, and I don't really know how it happened, the story deformed itself and it became the legend of Jack Frost. He brought winter, snow, blizzards to the Earth.

When I passed away the first person I saw was my husband, and I was so glad to have met with him again after being separated. Now we would be together all the time. I also hoped I could see Jack, but I found out he never got into heaven. I immediately got worried because he deserved to be there and if he wasn't there, there were only two other possible places for him to be and neither were pretty. I feared for him.

Many centuries later of living in paradise, when my own children and their children had also passed away and were with us, someone told me quite an interesting story from Earth. It was about Jack Frost, guardian of Fun and protector of the children of the world. He came to be by saving his sister from her dead in a frozen pond, and the Man in the Moon granted him the powers of winter and made him a guardian when the need arose.

I was really surprised. I didn't know if I should believe it or not, but I sure wanted to because if that Jack Frost was my brother then he was living a good life and that made me happy. I found the Man in the Moon sometime later and I asked him about it, and he told me that indeed my brother had become Jack Frost. He chose him to be a guardian because he saved me, but he was surprised when Jack didn't remember anything from before being a guardian. He eventually found out and remembered me and our parents, and I sighed in relief when he finished his tale.

Apparently, my brother was living a good life. He had a purpose and a job and friends. He had found a new family and he wasn't alone. Besides, he remained the same guy who played pranks on us when we were kids and he never stopped having fun. I was glad for him, he had found something more to do. The only thing left for me to do is wait and see if I'll ever come across my brother again to thank him for what he did. Occasionally, I still get visits from the Man in the Moon and he fills me up on how Jack's doing.