For a moment all I can feel is relief. He did it, he saved me, just like he said he would, no tricks. But it doesn't last very long. I look up and smile at him and he smiles back. Then the ice breaks. The ice breaks and he falls backwards into the water.

"Jack!"

For a second all I can do is stand there in shock. Then without a second thought I rip off my skates, run forward and dive into the water. It doesn't even occur to me that I barely know how to swim. All that matters is that I have to save him, my wonderful brother. He saved me and I'm not going to let him die because of that, now it's my turn to save him.

I plunge into the cold. The water stings in my eyes but I have no time to aknowledge it. I have to save Jack. I see a blur a little ways down that has to be Jack. I kick my legs and wave my arms and somehow make it all the way down to him. I grab on and I won't let go for anything. Jack is my brother, the best brother in the world. The one who comforts me when I have a nightmare, the one who cheers me up when I'm sad … and not sad, the one who protects me and the one who saves me. This time it's my turn to protect him, to save him.

I kick upwards managing to slowly draw our combined weight upwards, but my limbs are starting to go numb and it's getting harder to move, I feel so tired but I won't give up.

Then I hit the ice. We've somehow moved from under the hole, drifted to the side and now we can't get up. All my air is gone and I desperately need to breathe but I can't. I know this is the end. My eyes are starting to close without me allowing it. I use my last energy to pull Jack close, wrapping my arms around his body. A few seconds later I fall into oblivion.

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I open my eyes and gasp, filling my lungs with air. My arms are wrapped around something cold but soft and somehow comforting. I'm confused. Where am I? When am I? Who am I?

I look up into the face of a boy. He's staring down at me looking just as confused as I feel. I turn my head around to look over my shoulder, still hugging the older boy, and I see the moon and it somehow makes me calm. I don't feel confused anymore even though I still haven't got the slightest clue as to what's going on.

I don't even realize we've been floating in midair until we're standing on the ice. I slowly release the boy and take a step back. Snow white hair falls forward over my shoulders, smooth as silk. The boy also has white hair but it's messier than mine, his eyes are blue, the kind of blue the sky is on a particularly bright night.

I tentatively reach forward, I can't stop myself, it's an impulse. I touch his hand and before I can pull away he takes my hand in his. It feels wonderful, it's somehow cold but not, we're the same temperature. It feels like home. At least I think this is what home feels like.

We reach forward with our remaining hands simultaniously clasping them together. I look from our linked hands to his face to the moon.

"I name you Jack Frost and Emma Frost".

My brother. I can feel it and it feels perfect.