BEFORE THAT: In case you didn't read the warning in the description, here be spoilers. Thank you.
mangabreadroll's corner: First, a warm welcome to the readers. *bows* Hey, guys. Yup, this is another prequel based on Rise of the Guardians, the one Dreamworks animation that I've been hooked on lately, with yet another batch of OCs. This time, die decided to focus on Jack Frost's sister (who I've named Krissa in here) since I've had a lot of questions brimming about her ever since I knew she existed (through tumblr, by the way). I think I'll have a good time writing this (I realize I'm quite good at writing dark and dreary scenes .-.), but here - I'll start of with a little prologue before I leave to watch the movie later. *wink wink* Yes, it's short, but I assure you THERE WILL BE MORE. Once again, thanks for reading.
Prologue: The Memorial
The sky is gloomy and overcast, the early morning sunlight barely peeping through the seams of the grey clouds overhead. A light snow falls on the small town beneath it, encasing the ground in a thin layer of white.
Near the woods north of Burgess, a little girl clutches the hem of her mother's dress, watching with unperceivable emotion a tall man with dark hair tucked messily under a hat set a large stone down into the snow.
The watery veil that clouds her vision blurs the image of her father's frail figure as he stands in silence before the monument. Her hands and legs shiver uncontrollably from the cold and remain so, even as he returns to embrace them in reassurance.
The girl's eyes struggle to overlook the mournful faces of her parents, her ears trying to block out the unmistakeable sound of sobbing from around her. Looking past her father's arms that are now around her small body, she focuses on the lonely stone buried in the snow.
Her heart gives a painful lurch. Her throat feels dry, her chest freezing even the the presence of warmth.
With shaking and bruised fingers, she tugs at her father's pant leg. "Daddy, why didn't we go and find his body?"
Her voice is but a whisper.
The man looks at her sadly. "Krissa, dear," he replies, his voice shaking. "We... we can't."
We can't.
She looks back at the stone. She wonders if anyone cares.
"Krissa," her mother says softly and worriedly. "We have to go."
"No," comes the reply. Her eyes are still fixed on the stone.
The girl's father tries to pull her closer. "Krissa, please -"
"NO!"
She tears herself away from the man and woman and stumbles towards the stone, falling to her knees before it in anger and grief. She caresses the epitaph carved into its surface: Jackson Overland Frost: a loving son, acquaintance and worthy of remembrance.
She runs her fingers over the words, feeling them, reading the message over and over again with lips that make no noise.
She closes her eyes. Only then does she begin to cry.
~ To be continued... ~
Afterword: Krissa's father is Once-le - no, I'm just kidding. It came to mind. Stay tuned!