For the next hour, Jack pondered on how he could 'prove' his claim to Bunnymund. It was kind of reasonable that Bunny was mad at him for killing the girl, but he didn't know how to tell him that it was obviously accidental. With a sigh, Jack got up, thinking about the girl. She was somewhere between the ages of 6 and 8, by the looks of it.

"Wait..." he turned to the door. If he searched up Leia, maybe he could find out more about her! Then he could, he didn't know, maybe do a memorial?

That was it.

A memorial dedicated to Leia Valley. That would work!

After an hour of research, Jack was on his way to California, spreading snow everywhere. He watched children run outside and play and smiled to himself. Then, his heart sank. Leia wasn't here to play with the other kids. She would never be able to play in the snow again.

Heart heavy, Jack landed at her house. He spun quickly on the roof, then flipped upside down and looked through the window of a bedroom. A girl, who looked about twenty, was staring at a photo, tears in her eyes. He presumed this girl was a descendant of Leia; she did look exactly like her, after all. With a slight frown, he came back up and sat on the roof, thinking. What could he do? Of course, he knew he was doing a memorial, but how would he be able to get Bunnymund to look at it? After all, that guy was as mad as a...a kangaroo!

Then, he realised what he should do and with a big grin, flew to the local lake.

First, a plain glaze. That would do good. Jack iced the lake over. He sent beautiful ice patterns spiralling up the trees. Then, he covered some flowers in frost and used the wind to carry them and scatter them on the edges of the lake. Bunnymund would sure be impressed with this!

Smiling at his work so far, he noticed it wasn't half bad. Jack took a deep breath. Now for the main part.

The winter spirit started to draw Leia's face on the surface of the lake. He had to make sure everything was perfect; even the dimples in the deceased's smile were not out of place.

As he was drawing, Jack felt something different. The driving urge to show Bunnymund he didn't hate black people was slowly fading away, being replaced with a sense of trying to maybe avenge Leia, to apologise.

This feeling became stronger as the boy started on her big, long bushy black hair. It was, he thought, something unique. If only he had that type of hair naturally. Oh, he'd rock it. He'd be more awesome.

With a smile, Jack carried on.

Once Jack had done the hair, he began to add details to Leia's eyes. Her eyes were a dark green, but then again, this was ice he was creating. He couldn't change the colour of winter.

(But if he could, he would.

For Leia, he would.)

Finally, he finished. The winter spirit flew back and admired his work. It still seemed incomplete though. Determined to make it up to Leia, he created an amazing headstone and then at what would be his piece of paper, Jack took a deep breath, the words in his mind. Then, he channelled his power through his fingers, and began to write.

Dedicated to Leia Valley.

He frowned, eyes squinting as he tried to think what to write next. Then, another thing popped up into his mind.

By now, the objective to prove Bunnymund wrong had disappeared, and Jack now had a new aim: to apologise to Leia Valley and hopefully, to see if she would accept it.

Closing his eyes, he wrote the most genuine words he had written since today.

Then, he opened his eyes, and smiled, for in beautiful writing, were the two words he meant the most, from the bottom of his heart.

I'm sorry.