Sorry, this took so long! Kept changing the beginning and figuring how to write this chapter. This is the longest chapter. Thank you for being patient! The reason why I wrote this way is told at the end. There is a small sex scene!
Jack and Irma spotted a secluded medium-size room consisting of three small bookshelves, a rectangular maple table with four chairs, pictures of the yetis and of North's earlier times, and a small-medium antique chandelier.
Irma sat in a chair while Jack sat in front of her on the table.
He just liked sitting on tables for no apparent reason.
"So, how does this work," Irma asked, indicating her gold, circular memory box?
She looked at the picture of her distant adolescent self. She had the same color eyes and hair, her face shown of shyness. She saw Jack's earlier; his picture had a mischievous look to it.
"All you have to do is touch where all those diamond shapes are," he answered, showing her the location.
"At least they made this simple," she said with a small laugh.
He pigeon laughed.
"Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"There is a memory that I need to share with you that involves from when I was a kid."
Jack looked at her, curiously, "What is it?"
Irma swallowed before she began. "When I was fourteen, people I thought were my friends, made fun of me for something I said when one of them asked a certain question."
"What was the question," Jack asked softly?
She bit her bottom lip, then sucked her lips in.
But as she was about to answer, there was a knock at the door startling both of them.
"Who is it," Jack asked?
"It is I." It was North on the other side of the door.
"What's up," Jack asked?
"I am glad I caught you in time before your memory travels."
Jack sat his memory box down on the table, then walked to the door and opened it, "What's wrong?"
"I need inform you that I am having two yeti guards posted at door just as precaution. In case Tooth returns."
Jack and Irma glanced at each other with raised eyebrows.
"Thank you," Jack told him, looking back at him.
North smiled, bowed his head slightly, then left as the yetis took their positions on either side of the door.
Jack reclosed the door, and as he walked back over to Irma, he repeated, "What was the question they asked?"
Irma took a breath.
"They asked who I had a crush on."
Jack instantly knew what her answer was to them. "You said my name, didn't you?"
She looked away as she slowly nodded. "They told me that they asked, what real person, not a kid's fairytale." Irma's eyes started to water, but she kept them at bay, "They said I was too into Christmas garbage meant for babies and eight-year-olds. They also said that I was crazy because I wrote your name a lot in notebooks.
"I cried when I got home." She finally looked back at him, "I knew I could never tell my parents what I truly felt for you after they told me none of you were real.
"I didn't have any real friends since that day. Always scared to be ridiculed again," a tear slipped from her eye.
Jack wiped the tear from her cheek, "I am so sorry I wasn't there to comfort you, to let you know that I would've been there for you no matter what anyone said." He smiled, "But now I'm truly yours; The one you were always meant to believe in so we could be together. Your crush is right here, never to leave your side again."
He took her hand, "Those kids would be eating their words at this moment." He smirked, "If they did believe in me, do you know how jealous they would be if they saw us together right now, the before and after of my transformation? They would be apologizing because the ones they said they had a crush on aren't with them, but yours is."
That got Irma to smile. "They would be jealous, wouldn't they?"
"Definitely," he laid his hand on the side of her neck. "Thank you for telling me," he gave her a sweet and gentle kiss.
When they parted, Irma smiled once again and said, "Since we are a couple, I thought it right that I would never keep a secret from you," With an upward glance and eyebrows raised, she added, "Unless it was some sort of surprise, though."
Jack chuckled at that, then responded with a serious face, "And I promise, that I will never lie to you." He gave her a Love Smile, then added, "Surprises excluded."
She giggled, "You sure know how to make a woman feel better."
"Learned from the best. You made me feel better a couple of days ago. I should only return the favor." He brought his hand up to her cheek and into her hair as his eyes sparkled with pure desire. His eyes stared into hers.
"Thank you for loving me for so long, even when I didn't know that I was supposed to return it."
He quickly added, with his hands and face showing surrender, "Not, not that I would do anything with or to a fourteen-year-old girl!"
She laughed, "I know, I know. And you're welcome."
It was her turn to place her hand on his cheek. "Now how about we get to these memories?"
"Let's," Jack smiled as he took the chair next to her this time.
"Should we have our memories in unity," Jack then asked?
"I would like that," Irma answered.
"Okay. On the count of three," he began, "One—"
"Two," Irma counted down with him.
"Three," the two unison.
They touched their boxes in synchronization, and they were instantly taken back into their past.
Jack was seeing everything through his seven-year-old self on a Spring morning. He and his parents were talking to another couple.
He saw that the couple had a six-year-old daughter who was hiding behind her mother, shyly.
Jack, who wasn't known to being shy, but of being outgoing, stepped forward and introduced himself to her.
"Hello! I'm Jack Overland," his voice was young with no bass tone.
The girl had brown eyes and brown hair like him, and he watched as she peeked out from behind her mother, then he asked, "What is your name?"
Everything around Irma appeared bigger as she peered through her six-year-old eyes.
A boy asked her what her name was, and she tried to hide behind her mother once more. She was unsuccessful as her mother moved out of the way gently nudging her forward.
"Don't be shy sweetheart," her mother told her, "Introduce yourself."
"Irma Harrow," she answered softly, her eyes barely looking at him.
"Let's go play," Jack said with his happy-go-lucky attitude. He grabbed her hand and pulled her with him as he ran to find something fun to do.
Irma was scared, but Jack wanted to play, so she obliged.
The two decided on hide and go seek.
Irma hid first, behind a tree in the woods. This tree was thick with massive branches.
Because she was shy, she was good at staying quiet.
It took Jack five minutes to find her; He hoped she wasn't scared and thought that he had given up on trying to find her.
He wanted to make a friend. He found it was much more fun to play with others than by himself.
"You are really good at this game, Irma," he told her.
She smiled with still that expected shyness.
Jack promised himself that he would get her out of that stage.
Jack and Irma were eleven and twelve years old and were now good friends. He did get Irma to open up some, even if it was just towards him and no one else other than her parents.
Jack had a three-year-old sister named Mary.
Irma had unidentical twin siblings the same age as Mary-a girl and a boy. Their names were Hannah and Jonathan.
The two friends' parents had playdates for their siblings.
Jack started climbing trees and learning how to swing on them upside down a year before. That worried his parents and Irma, but there was no stopping his stubbornness way of having fun.
He waited patiently for Irma to come out and play after she was done helping her mother with the twins.
He heard her calling out his name, looking for him.
She was near the tree he was in, as he sat on a thick branch that hid him from view, the surrounding leaves helped with that as well.
The woods were where they usually liked to play.
She called out Jack's name.
"Jack? Where are you?"
She looked up into the trees; Jack was the only one of the two who would climb them.
She began to walk past one of the trees she was nearest to when she jumped and screamed.
He flung himself upside down, scaring Irma.
He saw her fall to the ground.
Jack jumped down and ran up to her, asking, "Are you okay, Irma?"
"I should have expected that you were going to do that."
He helped her to her feet. "Sorry," he then told her. "I won't scare you again."
"But you love to prank," she said matter-of-factly. "It's a part of who you are."
"I don't want to lose you," he said, still holding her hand. "You're my only best friend."
"What makes you think you're going to lose me by playing pranks," Irma asked?
"You may get mad at me for something I did," Jack answered, worriedly.
"Sounds more as though I will be kept out of the fun," she said saddened.
"Not a chance! There're other ways we can have fun," he told her with a reassuring smile.
"You promise," she asked?
"I promise that I will always keep my promises to you," he answered with a smile. "And I'll let you play pranks on me. If, if you want."
They were now thirteen and fourteen, and Irma played little pranks on him, but she wasn't as much a pro at it as he was.
Their siblings were now a couple of years older to play tricks on.
The three kids didn't seem to mind all the entertainment Jack brought to them.
Jack was great at making anyone laugh.
He played tricks on his and Irma's siblings but left gifts for Irma. Which, were gestures of thank-yous for their growing friendship.
The type of gifts he provided her were little knickknacks like picked flowers, pecks on the cheek when no one was looking, colorful leaves tied together that made for a beautiful decoration, and sticks that were twined collectively to make stick people and other shapes.
Irma really did enjoy all the sweet gifts, and small kisses he gave her.
She returned the act by also giving him her creations, leaving the kisses on the cheek to be all his.
He accepted the gifts, but would always tell her things like, "I already have a great gift," or, "I already have something special."
She always ended up with a shy smile that landed her with a peck on the cheek.
His company was fun to be around, and she was never bored with it.
They reached fifteen and sixteen in their memories.
New arrivals came to the village with kids their age. There were six girls and four boys.
Three of the six girls tried flirting with Jack, but he would always only smile and ignore their crushing on him.
Jack thought to himself, I already, have someone in mind. Though those other girls are pretty, I don't want anything to do with them.
Whenever he saw any of the three newcomers, he either hid or went around the huts to avoid them.
Jack knew what he was doing, and the way he truly felt for one person and, that one person alone.
When Jack was with Irma, he made sure she was close to him, just to tell the other girls he wasn't interested. Even though they weren't actually dating, he wanted to seem as if they were, to get the girls to stop flirting.
It didn't seem to work fully, as one of the girls didn't seem to want to take no for an answer.
She would walk up to him, even with Irma there, and begin to flirt.
"Hello, Jack," she said, ignoring Irma's presence.
"Hello, Julia," he answered with a weak smile.
"What are you doing for the rest of the day?"
"I'm hanging out with my best friend," he told her, as he smiled widely at Irma.
"Well, why don't you hang out with me this time," Julia asked?
Jack sighed, "Look, Julia, I'm flattered, but I'm not interested. I'm sorry."
He took ahold of Irma's hand, and they walked away.
Irma and Jack were in the woods where no other girls would bother him.
"Why would you turn down being any of those girls' boyfriend," Irma asked, curiously?
She watched as Jack leaned his back against a tree and smiled, "Isn't it obvious? I have my eyes on someone else."
"Who?"
He chuckled at her question, "You." He reached out, pulling her closer. "I had the longest crush on you. The reason why I always gave you gifts and kisses on the cheek."
A shy smile came upon Irma's face, "Really?" She placed a strand of hair behind her right ear, "I wasn't too sure if that's what they meant or not."
"That's what they meant." He now held both of her hands, "Will you be my girlfriend, Irma Harrow?"
Irma's shy smile became a wide and happy one. "I would love to be your girlfriend, Jack Overland."
The couple has been dating for three years now. They were at the age of seventeen and eighteen.
None of the girls bothered him anymore, but Julia still showed her jealousy.
Jack wanted to show his love for Irma more than ever now.
He kissed her on the lips in public, letting everyone know that he was truly in love with her. Though, they already knew, as they were inseparable.
Irma was breaking out of her shell in each passing day as Jack showed his affection for her in front of others. And every time he laid his lips on hers, she melted every time.
He went back into a memory he had once before and watched to see why this one repeated itself.
He took Mary, Jonathan, and Hannah to the woods to play; Irma had to help her mother cook.
Jack showed them his favorite thing to do in a tree, and that was to swing upside down.
He remembered the three smiling and cheering, and recalled hearing a voice believing to have been his sisters at the time. He realized, now, her mouth didn't move at all.
But now he knew different; The voice belonged to his girlfriend.
She saw her boyfriend swinging on a tree entertaining the kids, and with a bit of a laugh in her voice, which made her sound younger and pitchy, Irma said, "Jack get down from there."
Jack already knew the next upcoming memories were his last as an eighteen-year-old human.
He recalled this one taking place sometime in late October.
The two were in Irma's family hut. They were sitting on her bed with his arms wrapped around her.
"We've been dating for three years now, and I was wondering if you wanted to take our relationship up a notch?"
"Are, are you sure," she asked, turning her head to look at him?
"It's only a year until you're of age," he told her, "but it shouldn't matter since you're not that far behind.
"Everyone says that we're soulmates," he added. "I'm not pressuring you or anything. It's just that, I love you—"
"I love you too, Jack." She turned her body so that she could place her lips on his.
He laid her down on her bed as they continued to kiss. His hands came to the buttons of her dress.
He undid the six buttons and was only able to pull her dress down over her undergarment, past her breasts, when he was interrupted by laughter.
Irma's siblings were back.
The only thing that hid him and Irma was a leather hide that came down from the ceiling.
He helped rebutton her dress.
Later that same day, Jack led her back into their favorite spot in the woods.
He climbed a tree.
"Join me," he said, extending his hand to her.
"You want me to climb the tree," she asked, giving him a weird face?
"You can always take off your dress. No one else is around," Jack said with a wink.
Irma placed her hands on her hips.
He laughed, "Come on. I'll help you up."
She sighed, giving in, taking his hand.
They were on a great size, thick branch, so Irma was able to sit without fearing she was going to fall.
"It's a good-sized branch to, you know…Have fun in," Jack confessed. He brought her there, for the reason that it was secluded and it was the only spot he could think of where no one would bother them.
"Y-you want, want to have s-sex outside," she stuttered?
"We, we can wait," he replied. "But even then it's hard to find anywhere to be alone."
"There really isn't anywhere else, is there," she realized.
Irma did want to have alone time with him.
She contemplated, for only a moment, then she turned back to Jack with a smile and gripped the collar of his shirt, pulling him toward her as she laid herself flat on the branch.
The two were lip-locked, and as they were, Jack resumed taking off her dress.
He had her move so he could lay her dress underneath her so she wouldn't get scratched by tree bark.
Irma pulled off his shirt along with his vest, and Jack placed them under her head like a pillow.
His pants and her undergarments ended up on the ground.
Jack saw himself cupping her breasts as they kissed some more.
Then sitting on his knees, he brought one hand to a branch above him to keep himself steady as he used the other to guide his penis into her.
He gently pushed himself inside of Irma, causing her to arch her back and moan.
She was tight, so he thrust slowly until both of them got used to each other, being this intimate.
Jack now had both hands holding the branch above him as he began to quicken his thrusts.
Irma's moans were growing with intense pleasure.
"Oh, oh Jack," she breathed heavily, "Don't, don't stop, please!"
"I won't, I won't," He was starting to moan as well.
Then after three minutes, he came inside of her.
Their breathings were erratic.
Jack took himself out of her before leaning toward her and smiling the sweetest smile.
"I love you," he told her.
"I love you, too."
It was four weeks later, and Jack saw another repeated recollection of when his mother, sister, and he went on a picknick.
Irma was pregnant, and Jack's mom wanted to have a day with him and her daughter. But she mainly wanted to talk to him about fatherly duties.
Jack and Mary's father was on a hunting trip with other men of the village before the winter was to come around the corner.
The village needed to stock up on its food sources.
Jack was too excited that he was going to be a father, that he couldn't settle down and listen to his mother's wise words, "Jack, you can't have fun all the time."
Seeing the rest of this memory, Jack understood that there were a time and place that he couldn't have fun all the time and that he had to step up when the baby was to arrive. But, at the same time, who wouldn't be that excited when finding out you were going to be a first-time parent with your true love?
When the men came back a week later from their hunting trip, Jack's father sat him aside and said, "Son, you have become a man. And if you want to be with Irma and the baby, you must complete the bonding."
"What do you mean," Jack asked, confused?
His father took a small object from his shirt pocket and handed it to him.
Jack smiled down at it, "Where, where did you get this?"
"I traded a piece of meat for it."
It was only the next day, and he wanted to make this special.
He had decided to take her to the pond that wasn't too far from their village.
The weather was chilly but bearable.
The two talked about what to name the baby once it came and among other things.
Jack felt nervous and suspected he was giving it away.
"Are you okay, Jack," Irma asked, squeezing his hand?
"I am."
"Jack?" She knew he was lying.
"Honestly, I am. It's just—" He stroked her face.
"What?"
Jack blew out a breath, trying to rid of the nerves. Then he moved in front of her, bending down on one knee, holding out the small object his father gave him.
"Will you be my wife?"
Irma's eyes were wide with surprise.
She smiled widely, nodding, then answered, "Yes! I will be your wife!"
Jack returned that same smile, hugged her tightly, and spun her around before placing the ring on her left hand.
"It's beautiful."
The ring featured a heart-shaped rose cut diamond that was mounted on a silver foil back with a crown of three more rose cut diamonds on the top.
It was the sixth week, and Jack and Irma decided they wanted to marry in mid-December.
One last time, Jack saw yet another memory replay.
Ana wanted to ice skate with him, but he wanted to stay by Irma's side.
Irma wasn't feeling too well. She laid in Jack's bed.
"Go and have fun," Irma insisted. "I'll be all right."
"But are you, are you sure," he asked?
"I'm sure, my soon-to-be husband," she smiled.
He kissed her on the lips. "I love you, my soon-to-be wife."
As Jack was being pulled by his sister toward the pond, at the same time telling their mother that they will be careful, he saw a new part to this memory.
"Jack, take the staff just as a precaution," Irma called out to him.
His mother handed it to him.
Jack's memories ended. His face dropped, and a tear escaped.
"I was going to become a dad and a husband," He said quietly to himself.
More tears formed.
He missed out on two of the happiest things that, when he was Jack Frost, wished he could have had.
As he thought about what he could have had from his first time of being human, something interrupted his thoughts, and his face turned from sadness to shock.
He remembered something from when he was still a new Sprite.
Something that he had to ask Irma: Why?
It was the fifth day since Jack's passing. Irma felt her past life's state of depression since the day Mary came running in screaming and crying.
But it wasn't only that she was depressed about: She found out that she lost the baby.
Now, she had nothing.
She ran to the pond, the sun almost setting.
"Jack!" Irma yelled though she knew it wouldn't bring him back.
She went down on her knees, "Jack," she repeated, only this time in a normal tone and a shaky voice.
Irma was trembling. "I'm so sorry, Jack. I-if I didn't force you to go you would still be alive today."
If Jack said no to ice skating, his sister would've had to wait, for she was too young to go by herself.
Irma took her hands out from beneath her poncho, her left hand holding a leather cloth.
She unfolded the cloth.
Jack recalled seeing Irma when he was just a four-day-old Sprite.
He was practicing on some of his powers when he heard a woman scream out his name.
He knew he couldn't be seen, but wanted to observe who was yelling out his first name. He was curious about who the name sharer was.
He was still clumsy at flying but made it without falling on his face.
Jack saw how red her face was from crying, then something shiny caught his eye.
Irma held a small knife, "We will be together again, my love."
With that, she gripped the knife with both hands and thrust it into her stomach.
She felt her body flinch with the pain; blood pooled around the blade as more blood dripped from the ends of her mouth.
She pulled the blade out and screamed, before lying flat on her back.
Irma lied there too weak to drive the knife through again to end her life quicker. So she laid in excruciating pain, waiting for heaven's door to welcome her.
Because at the time believing he has always been Jack Frost and no one else, this was his first time seeing someone die.
He was in shock and felt sorry for the young woman.
Jack remembered thinking to himself, the Jack she called out must have died and was someone very special to her.
Just like knowing how to talk the first day he came into being, he also knew what death was.
Jack watched sympathetically as the woman began to slowly slip away. But not before he noticed her looking right at him.
"Jack," she asked softly, with a weak smile?
"You, you can see me?" He was on his knees beside her.
She didn't answer. Instead, she asked, "why is your hair white and your eyes blue? Are you an angel now?"
"I was created this way," Jack responded. "I came from the pond."
"That's where you drowned. You did become an angel," She grimaced in pain as her left hand automatically went to her wound. "Are you here to take my soul with you?"
He didn't answer her questions, "My name is Jack Frost. You are mistaking me for someone else."
"But it is you. I know the sound of your voice. You wear his clothes. And you have his face." She looked at him with a confused face, "Why would you say that?"
Jack gave her a warm smile, he didn't want to hurt a dying girl's feelings, but he didn't want to lie to her either. "I don't know who you are. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings—"
"But I know who you once were. Please? I know it's you, my love." She reached out for him to take her hand.
He was hesitant, for he didn't know if he would go right through her. He braced himself as he clasped her hand.
He smiled.
"I love you, Jack," she smiled, deciding to say his new last name, "Frost. We will be together again."
Jack didn't know what to say as he watched her take her last breath and feel her hand loosen in his.
He heard villagers calling out her name. When they came closer, one of the men saw the knife and threw it into the pond.
He followed them as they carried her body back to the town.
Hopefully, everyone can understand why I wrote this way? I wanted to split them so that you are seeing through one or the other's eyes, also seeing other added parts I thought were important.
I hope you enjoyed! Please leave your reviews. Thank you!
Edit: I changed Jack's sister's name because I found out what her actual name was from Will Joyce. In the beginning it was Ana. Someone on another site said they found out it was her name, but I didn't see any clarification of that and used that name anyway. But now found out on YouTube, with actual clarification this time, that her name is Mary. So, yeah! LOL