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The only sense she could feel was cold. A numbing, burning, stabbing cold. Also pain. There was pain in her chest. But why? What was going on? She could remember anything, all she knew was the cold.

Then, another sense came to her. It wasn't very strong, but she thought she felt something touch her. Maybe something grabbing her arms. It felt like she was being pulled upwards, though she didn't know why or how.

Wait, was that a sound? It sounded like someone coughing. She felt another feeling. It felt like water dribbling down her lips and chin. It was a little hard to tell though, since her lips and chin were about as cold as the water if not colder.

She thought she heard talking, but she wasn't sure. Maybe a girl's voice, maybe a guy's. Maybe both. It kind of sounded like there were more than one person.

She hadn't realized that her back had felt the ground until the feeling of ground left. How? Wait, she felt something, maybe arms, under her back and knees. Was she being carried? Her head hurt. Maybe full sleep was good. No more thinking. Yes, that sounded like an excellent idea. She let her mind go blank, and suddenly she sensed nothing more.

Her senses started returning again, only this time there was no time for the senses game. They all came rushing back, almost crushing her. Pain. Fear. Cold, although parts of her felt almost warm. And the sound of someone crying.

For some reason, the sound was familiar. And it sent instant panic. Why was this girl crying? It sounded like a girl. The girl shouldn't be crying. No. She needed to wake up, make sure this girl was okay. Forget how she was feeling, she needed to make sure nothing was wrong with the crying girl.

It took a lot of effort, but she finally managed to crack her eyelids open. Then she shut them again and let out a groan. Ow. That was bright.

The crying stopped. Well, missions accomplished. "Jackie? Jackie, are you awake? Wake up! Please, you have to wake up!"

Jackie? Oh yeah, that was her name. Jackie Frost. She went by Jack though.

The voice kept pleading with her to wake up. Jack certainly didn't want to, but the girl sounded so familiar. And she sounded sad and worried. Jack felt a protectiveness that she hadn't thought possible. The girl shouldn't be sad. She should be happy! Maybe it was because the girl was a child. As Guardian of Fun, it was Jack's job to cheer this girl up.

She forced her eyes to open again. The light still hurt, but it wasn't as bad as it was before. She found herself looking into the eyes of a ghost. The girl was sitting in an old wooden chair. Her face was filled with worry, fear and guilt. These emotions looked wrong on this girls face. This girl shouldn't be upset, ever. She should always be happy, always be laughing. Because this girl had long, straight, brown hair that fell past her shoulders. This girl had chocolate brown eyes. This girl had freckles the dotted her cheeks and nose. Because this girl was…

"Ollie?" Jack asked, her voice sounding weak. That took her by surprise. No way should she sound like that, ever. Especially in front of her little sister. But then again, how could it be Olivia? Olivia died about two hundred and fifty years ago. But she tried again anyways. "Ollie, is that you?"

The girl's face lit up. "Yes, it's me. How do you feel?"

"Like I was just stuck in a freezer for a week."

"A what?"

Right. Olivia was born before freezers. 'Well, I might as well go along with this hallucination. Or maybe I'm dead. That could be it too.'

"Never mind. What happened?"

Instead of answering, Olivia held out a cup filled to the rim with water. "Here, you need to drink. Mama says that you would be thirsty when you woke up."

Jack's mind told her to say something else, but Jack's mouth didn't listen. It greedily gulped down the water from the cup. Olivia made sure her sister didn't gulp it down too quickly, but even then it only took a minute before Jack had drained the entire cup.

"I guess Mama was right," Ollie giggled.

"Mother's here?"

"No, not right now. She and Papa are in town right now."

Fear struck Jack's heart until she realized that this was her step-father that Olivia was talking about. Not her real father. He was dead.

"Ollie, what happened?" She glanced around, taking in the sight of the familiar room. She was in her old house. "Am I dead?" she finally asked,

That made Olivia laugh. "No, silly. If you were dead, would I be here?"

Jack decided not to answer that.

"Do you really not remember?"

She shook her head.

Olivia sighed. He eyes became very interested in the floor. "We went skating and I ended up stuck on some thin ice. You kept me calm and threw me out of the way with your crook." She pointed to Jack's staff. It wasn't covered in ice like it should be. "You ended up throwing yourself to the same spot I had been. When you took a step, the ice…" she had to take a deep breath. "The ice broke and you fell in."

This story Jack knew. That was the story of how she died. But that didn't explain why she was laying in what seemed to be her old bed, in her old house, talking to her little sister that died a few hundred years ago, before Jack regained her memories.

"Shouldn't I be dead then?" she tried.

"I thought you were going to be. But then some man showed up. He was a scary looking man. I was afraid of him. But he strolled right over the thin ice and reached into the water to pull you out."

Jack froze. "What?"

"Yeah, I know. I couldn't believe it myself. He turned you on your back and you started coughing up a lot of water. Then the man simply picked you up and carried you back here. He left without saying a word to me. Mama found us outside the door, and Papa carried you inside. You've been asleep for eight hours."

"Eight hours? You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not." She looked up. "I'm so sorry, Jackie. It's my fault that you got hurt. If I'd been more careful, none of this would have happened."

Jack quickly sat up, which made every inch of her protest, and put her hand on her sister's shoulder. "Olivia, listen to me. This was not your fault. There was no way you could have known that the ice was too thin. Besides, I made my choice. I could have not gotten you to safety. But I did. And I was well aware that I would di...that I would fall in. It was my choice, and I'd do it again." Olivia looked at her, surprised. "I would make the same choice every single time. So don't you dare blame yourself."

A tear rolled down Olivia's cheek and she allowed Jack to embrace her. Jack could feel her little sister clinging to her as if her life depended on it.

Once she had made Olivia feel better, Jack allowed herself to focus on her situation. This whole thing was wrong. Jack shouldn't be here hugging her sister (though she was more than happy to do it) she should be dead. After she pulled away, she grabbed a piece of her hair and held it out in front of her. Brown. She had brown hair.

"Olivia, this is important. You said a man saved me. What did he look like?"

'Um, tall. Pale. His skin looked almost grey. He had black hair and was wearing a long, black robe." She shivered. "He scared me, Jack. I just looked at him and felt afraid. But he did save you, so I guess he can't be that bad, can he?'

Jack didn't answer. He mind was spinning. Pitch. What was he doing here? More to the point, why was he saving Jack? At this time, Jack was nobody. Pitch shouldn't care what happens to her and he certainly shouldn't be saving her life. So why did he?

'He must know who I am.' That still didn't explain why he would save her instead of simply letting her die. 'Maybe he wants me to stay Jacklyn Overland and never become Jack Frost.'

"Do you know who that man is?" Olivia asked.

"No, no idea."

Wait, where were the Guardians? The last thing she remembered, she was in Burgess with them. Time had frozen. Time. Pitch! Pitch must have been the thief! It shouldn't be possible, Pitch hadn't been seen since the Guardians defeated him a few years ago. He must have been slowly regaining his strength, waiting for a perfect opportunity to strike back again.

Jack looked back at her sister. It had been so long since she had seen her, yet she looked exactly the way she had in Jack's memories. If this was right after Jack fell in the ice, the she would be eleven. A smile crept on her face. Oh, how they grow up so fast.

She looked around her house. It was even smaller than she remembered. Her bed and Ollie's was at the far side of the house. The kitchen was right beside the door. In front of that was their dining table, the fire was on the other side of the house, and next to the fireplace was a door that led into her parent's tiny room. The entire house was smaller than North's living room.

There were so many things that Jack wanted to say. She wanted to catch up with Olivia, to remember every little detail that was going on in her sister's life at that time. Were bullies picking on her? She was still friends with Sarah and Emma, right? Had she gotten better at reading? Jack could remember trying to teach her. But before she had the chance to voice any of her comments and questions, the front door flew open.

A/N: Who's at the door? For the next chapter, I could use a little help. Her parents are going to show up, but I can't decide if I want her step-father to be there, or if I want to make it so that Pitch somehow mucked around with her past and her father is there. Let me know in the reviews! I would really appreciate the help. Plus if I get more than one or two opinions, I should update quicker because I'll get the ideas faster. Thanks!