My Mom and I skidded to a stop at the peak of the hill. The snow was fresh, as we had started early, so we got first run.

We were trying a more alpine-ish slope this time, we usually took the paths. My mom looked at me. "Are you sure you want to do this one?"

I nodded. "Yep!"

"Okay, wait till I'm past those trees," She pointed to a group of trees about fifty feet down. "Then you can go."

She strapped on her goggles and took off.

I readied myself and just as she passed the tree line, I pushed off.

I was gaining speed, keeping my skis in a triangle shape so I didn't lose control.

I couldn't take it any longer.

I straightened out my skis and flew down the hill like a bullet on steroids.

"Woooooooohoooooooo!" I cheered as I raced past other skiers.

Suddenly, my right ski gave a frightening lurch, and I started drifting slightly to the left.

I looked down, and realized that the metal part that keeps skis in place when you're not wearing them had come down, though the ski was still on my boot.

I slowed down a little, hoping that I could keep the problem under control when the same thing happened to my left ski.

I was at a crawl now, my skis bucking and turning when I least wanted them to.

A familiar voice was in my ear, "You're another the only one thats good at pranks."

I was gaining speed again, at an alarming rate.

My nose went cold, and a breeze carrying a few snowflakes swirled around me.

"Hmmph." I muttered, clearly annoyed. "You can't hide from me Frostie."

I jerked my skis to the side like I always did to stop, when I flipped over and rolled a few feet down the mountainside.

It took me a minute to realize I was under someone.

"Brings back memories doesn't it?"

"OH FROST YOU ARE GONNA GET IT!"

I tackled him and rolled us over so I was on top, brushing a lot of snow onto him in the process.

"I'm not done yet!" He laughed while tickling me.

"N-No Jack! I'm T-Tickle-Ticklesh!"

I collapsed on top of him and started laughing my head off until he finally stopped.

I lifted my head and rolled over, lying there for a second before-

"Oh crap my mom is waiting for me to come down!"

I grabbed my skis which somehow survived the fall and put them on.

"Jack, you can can come down, my mom can't see you. Oh, and this time, no funny busine-"

I slipped and crashed into Jack, who, thankfully, didn't fall and held me up.

He looked at me with a weird look in his eyes before quickly standing me up.

"As I was saying..." I said, slowly, looking at Jack cautiously. "No funny business."

He put one hand over his heart and one in the air.

"I solemnly swear that I will not try to hijack your skis." He joked, winking.

"Thanks." I said.

I opened my mouth to say something else, then thought better of it, and finished the home stretch of the hill.

Once I reached the bottom, my mom congratulated me and as we walked back to the ski center, all I could think about was Jack.

He was so happy and humorous like normal, then... He just got all, sad.

What had happened?

We got into the car and turned the key, but the car wouldn't turn on.

My mom and I looked at each other with eyebrows raised and got out of the car, trudging through slush to get to the hood.

We propped it open and I gasped.

The engine was covered with swirls of frost.