Note: All I own is the idea; the characters aren't.
Storm clouds raged and the heavens rumbled on a cold, Friday night.
Jack Frost leaned comfortably on the reclined back seat, his legs stretched on the length of the seat with his sister scooted close to his chest. Emma is easily scared by the rain, which fell in buckets as the wind howled outside. He hugged her close, smelling powder and vanilla as he rested his chin on her head.
"Is she asleep?" his mother asked from the passenger seat.
"Out like a light, mom," he mumbled, feeling heaviness warping his consciousness. The day had been exhausting, but Emma enjoyed it. She met their cousins who lived far from the city they live in, and Jack got reunited with Jamie. The two had been attached to the hip since they were born until Jamie's family moved away.
The groan of thunder followed by the strike of lightning decorated the skies. Jack frowned, his arms wrapping unconsciously to Emma. He was glad that the little girl was asleep; she would have bawled at the sound and sight he just witnessed.
His eyes wandered to the front seat, where he saw his parents' hands intertwined atop the stick shift. Emma seemingly inherited her mother's fear of storms, and even as a boy, Jack has always appreciated the affection his parents show to each other. He smiled, fancying the thought of having a love much like his parents'. With that thought, he began to doze off.
Suddenly, blinding light burned his eyes. He heard his mother's screams, and Emma crying as she was jostled awake. Metal screeched metal as Jack curled himself around Emma. Glass shards rained on his back, and the car was flipped twice, then thrice until it hit a barrier. It was followed by weightlessness, like they were airborne. Jack opened his eyes.
"Emma!" he shouted, but was taken by surprise by the force of the car hitting the cold river.
This is bad. This is really, really bad. Jack panicked. He waded, his wounds numbed by the cold that seeped through his skin. He swam out of the car through the broken window.
No—
Emma – her body – was being carried away by the current. She was unconscious, he could tell, so he let himself be carried closer to air as he paddled. He was getting closer – a few more kicks. He reached his hand to her smaller ones—
He felt something sharp pierce his abdomen, his body bypassing Emma's. His mouth parted in pain, bubbled of air escaping as he choked. His lungs felt like they were on fire, and he was quickly losing consciousness—
The last things he remembered were the blinding pain at the back of his head and the free fall.
Hello everyone. My hands groan as I (attempt to) write a multi-chaptered story after a long, long time. Welcome to Northern Star!