"JACK!"
It was the last time he heard his sister's voice before plunging through the ice and into the icy waters of the pond. It was a strange feeling... dying that is. It was a peaceful feeling. He forgot all there was to remember and received all there was to be given. It was timeless. But... that's not how all deaths are... are they? In fact, he wasn't even dying and he'd come to realize this when his eyes flashed open and found himself suspended in between the frozen bottom and the glazed top of the gelid pond he'd fallen in. Panic settled in his mind but he remained unable to move. Unbeknownst to him, his chestnut brown hair had bleached itself with the full moon's light and his skin had paled, matching the color of rime. His lips had blanched but remained subtly flushed. The ice above him chipped and fractured and he was lifted into the air above, lifted into an atmosphere that should have been unbearable cold. But he felt alright. It was an odd sensation to say the least... but he felt alright. He felt chilled but it felt... it felt good. Like it was meant to be. Like he was at home.