Anything italicized is someone's thought bubble or they're singing

Jack was in his old room, grabbing his new ice skates from the bed frame, when he spun towards the mirror and immediately saw himself as Jack Frost again.

"I'll see this form again soon." He said with fear lacing his voice. It was like this dream was turning into a nightmare. He couldn't believe that he was going to die and most likely relive his rebirth, knowing that all these old memories would leave once again.

He sighed in sorrow as he went to leave to go ice skating with Flee, only to stop at the sound of a sweet girl's voice, calling for him.

"Jack, dear..." The voice began, making Jack look around his room, trying to find the source. "It's Dorothy..."

"Dorothy?" He whispered to himself before looking back at the mirror and seeing the girl with bright red hair from before the attack standing there. "Who are you?"

"I'm Dottie Meadows, but to you in 1712, I was known as Dorothy Aldridge." Dottie answered with a grin. "I'm so glad you can hear me."

"How are you doing that?" Jack asked surprised as he looked at the image of Dottie in the mirror.

"No time. Jack, you have to wake up. The Guardians need your help!"

"What? What's going on?"

"Farah took them. She won the battle and took the Guardians to her secret hide out that no one knows about."

"Dang it." Jack muttered. "How long have I been sleeping?"

"A couple of days now." Dottie answered as a tear fell down her cheek and a swirling snowstorm started go around Jack and the mirror. "Jack...please...come home to me." And after those words, everything went white.

XXXPRESENT TIMEXXX

Farah walked through the woods of Burgess, by the frozen pond Dottie was at earlier. She stared at it with remorse and sorrow in her eyes, like she was grieving something, or someone, that was once there.

Her eyes were holding regret as she turned away from the pond and stopped when she saw glowing yellow eyes in the shadows, just staring at her like she was prey for the predator.

"Pitch Black...I see you've found me." She said with now no emotion showing in her eyes.

"Indeed I have, Farah Snow." Pitch said as he walked out, with that creepy smile on his face. "You are looking well."

"What do you want, Pitch?" The Nightmare King could tell that the young snowstorm spirit was impatient at the moment, knowing completely well what her plan was.

"Alright, fine. I'll cut to the chase...I want in." The Boogeyman said as his smirk fell, making his face look more serious than it was earlier.

"You want in on what?" Farah asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"You know what."

"Yeah, well you can't." Farah began. "I work alone. And if I'm mistaken, you tried to ruin Jack Frost! So no! You can't be in on the plan!"

"I thought that's what you were doing?" Pitch asked with his smirk returning.

"Heck no!" Farah yelled as she spun around to look away from Pitch and back at the pond, frozen over with God's ice. "I want him to remember. I want him to remember everything. And the Guardians were only in the way of me doing so."

"What does he need to remember, darling?" Pitch said, which made Farah fume at his pet name for her. She was over 200 years old, he was way older. There was no way in death that she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Okay, first of all, don't call me darling. It sounds nasty coming from you." She began as she spun back towards him. "And two...I'm not telling you!" She quickly swiped her hand in the air, making a swirl of white snow and black ice towards Pitch. "Now LEAVE ME!" And with that, Pitch was swept up and taken away, as Farah looked back at the pond, with her fury dying down now, and being replaced with remorse and sorrow.

"Jack...please remember."

XXXWITH JACKXXX

Jack opened his eyes and sat up quickly as he looked around. He was still in the 1700s, but he didn't know what year now, since he noticed his staff was in his hand. He looked down from the tree branch he was perched on, seeing the frozen pond below him, and saw his reflection. He was Jack Frost again, but he was still wearing his white shirt, brown pants, and the brown cape that he died in.

"At least I didn't have to relive my death." He said with a sigh, before hearing the crunching snow in the woods, making him look over and see Dorothy walking towards the pond, wearing all black, with a black cloth on her head, and a look of sorrow and sadness painted on her face. "Oh no...I remember this day." He said with fear in his voice.

"Oh, Jackson...Flee still misses you after a whole year of your death." Dorothy began as a tear fell down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, with her left hand, showing her engagement ring still on her finger. "And so do I. But I think I miss you more."

Jack grinned with remorse before he heard a little bark coming from a tree. He sighed in defeat as she looked up by the tree she was standing by. "Oh dear!" She called as she took off her black cape and hood and started climbing. "Hang in there, little puppy. Help's coming." She said, as Jack looked away from the scene. He couldn't watch his old fiancée die before him again, when he already remembered this day from the get go. Granted, he didn't remember her at the time she did die, but still. It was hard to watch the first time.

"Here you go. Come here." Dorothy said as she quickly placed the dog on the snowy ground, letting spin in a circle out of excitement. "Good..." She was about to say when a crack was heard, and before she could look up to see what was going on, the branch broke. She screamed as she fell to the ground and hit her head on a rock near by, hard, leaving blood in its place and laid their motionless.

"Dorothy?" Flee's voice spoke out, making Jack wince while still looking away from the scene, as snow and ice started swirling around him again.

"Remember now?" Farah's voice spoke up, making Jack look around out of surprise.

"Farah?" He asked. "What have you done with the Guardians!?"

"Nothing. I just needed them out of the way for a while." Farah began. "I just needed you to remember."

"Remember what?!" Jack yelled angrily.

"This..." And with those words, the storm dissolved, and showed a grown up Flee with a little boy by her side. He looked like Flee, with his hairstyle in the same way as Jack's. But he had green eyes instead of brown.

"Mommy...?" The boy began.

"Yeah, David?" Flee asked. She looked like she was at least 18 or 19, maybe 17, with a ring on her left hand.

"Flee?" Jack was surprised to see this as she was finishing up on shopping for her household.

"...what was Uncle Jack like?" The little boy asked, making Flee stop and look down at him. She smiled as she knelt down to his level and looked into his eyes.

"Your uncle was fun. He always wanted to see people smile, and he'd always smile himself." Flee began, making Jack grin with a nice feeling inside is chest, like he realized he made a difference with his little sister. "He also saved my life when I was stuck on breaking ice at the age of 9."

"Is that how he died?"

"Indeed, sweetheart." Flee said still smiling. "He was my guardian."

At those words, Jack's grin fell, as the snowstorm started to swirl again. "Flee!" A male's voice spoke up, making the young mother look up to see her husband run up to her and their son.

"Charles, what's wrong?" Flee asked.

"The storm is coming sooner than I thought! You need to get home now!"

"Charles?" Jack was shocked at this knowledge, knowing that they were childhood sweethearts.

"Oh, shoot. Okay. David, you go on with your father. I'll be home shortly." Flee said.

"Okay, mommy." David said as he ran off alone towards their house.

"Are you sure you don't...?"

"Charles, I'll be fine. We need food for the house and I can't stop now." Flee said. "I'll be home soon." And with that, she pecked Charles on the lips, before he ran off after his child, right as the storm grew bigger around her and Jack.

"Flee!" Jack called out to him as the storm whipped through his already messy hair. "Flee, go home!"

"AHHHH!" Flee's scream was heard over the blizzard before a loud crash was heard, making Jack run through the blizzard quickly and see Flee, motionless under a fallen roof.

"No...NO!" Jack screamed as the storm went wild in the wind. "I remember, Farah! I remember!"

"Just wait, Jack...just wait...because you don't remember what happened next." Farah's voice spoke up again, making Jack look over at his sister's body before noticing the moonbeam hitting her just right. Her now long brown hair was turning black, and her skin turning a paler white, as the wind blew the debris off of her quickly, like it was nothing.

"Flee?" Jack walked closer to her, before she jerked a bit, making the young winter spirit jump back, as she began to sit up some, with the storm falling a bit, but the wind was still blowing through Jack's hair and hers. She looked up with her eyes showing curiosity in them...and showing that the once brown orbs she used to have were now red. Jack backed up some again out of fear and surprise, now knowing what was going on.

"Farah?"