Prologue
"Jack, I'm scared!" The five year old brunette girl said. She looked down at the ice she was standing on. Cracks formed around her.
"You're going to be all right," her eighteen year old brother replied reassuringly.
"No, I'm not!" She exclaimed.
"Would I trick you?" Jack asked in a joking manner to get her mind off the ice.
"Yes! You always play tricks."
"Well, not this time."
The girl looked at him skeptically.
"Do you want to play a game? We're going to play hopscotch; like we do everyday," Jack said. He raised one barefoot off the ice. "It's as easy as one," he hopped forward. "Two. Whoa!" He exclaimed as he nearly fell. He grinned as he heard his sister giggle."Three!" He picked up his shepherd's staff. "Now you try."
His sister gulped. She took a step forward.
Jack began to count. As soon as he reached three, he used his staff and pulled his sister to where he had been. He slid. The siblings had traded spots.
They started to laugh. Neither one of them realized the position that they were in now.
He took a step forward. The ice broke and he fell through it. The last thing that he could remember was his little sister screaming his name.
Jack Frost woke up. He gasped for breath. He began to look around in the room that he was in. He was in one of the rooms in North's workshop. He exhaled and started to relax. He had had that same dream for two weeks now. It was how he had died and had become the winter spirit that he was today. He closed his eyes. It felt nice to have his memories back of his life before. He just wished that he would quit having the same reoccurring dream. He took the covers off of him and walked down the hall. He was going to have to have a talk to the Sandman about these dreams.