Chapter two- Memories
"Jack... Frost"
"How... how do you know my name?" he asked, confused.
"I... I don't know. Why shouldn't I?" I answered, quite confused myself.
"Nobody ever comes here anymore. It's deserted. We're in northern Canada, in a abandoned portion of Nunavut. Nobody can live here anymore, even less beleive in me"
"What do you mean, 'believe'?"
"As you already know, I'm Jack Frost. The winter spirit who brings snowballs and fun times, blizzards and snow days, in overall; I bring joy to kids! I protect the children of the world, which makes me a guardians.", he explained. "But, there are no more kids left around here. Actually, nobody ever comes here anymore. It's deserted. In fact, why ARE you here?"
I was about to answer that I didn't know myself. My eyes then caught on something Jack Frost had discovered in the ashes, while he was moving things around with his stick. A... blanket?
"Hey, what's the matter?" he asked.
But I wasn't listening anymore. Tiny squares of light covered my eyesight, and I was not standing on ashes anymore, but on a wooden floor. The wind was blowing hard on the window panes, carrying with it huge, heavy snowflakes. Frost covered the windows in beautiful flower-like patterns. In the corner, a table with four chairs. The same fireplace in the center, this time nice and clean. At the back, two beds, with a little boy and an older girl sitting on one, trying to keep warm under a shared blanket. When she lifted her head, I saw that it was... me. With blond hair instead of my red hair, that is.
"Kenna, your father and I are going to the village for some time," a woman said, putting on an old fur coat." We'll try to be back as soon as possible, if Jack Frost lets us move around in all that snow outside!" she laughed and added, with a more serious expression on her face now, "And remember; do not try to light up a fire, okay? It's too dangerous. If ever you feel cold, you can move near the fireplace. But no fires."
My mom and dad opened the door and walked in the snowstorm.
For a while, the past me held her brother in her arms, trying to keep him warm and alive. Even I could feel the temperature in the house; it was so cold... "I hate snow. I hate winter," the past Kenna said, shivering, before falling asleep not long after. The scene changed. Fire. Fire EVERYWHERE. The table, the chairs, the curtains, the floor and ceiling. And in the center, there was a little boy sobbing and trying to explain.
"I woke up because I was cold. I saw you shivering, big sis'! I wanted to heat you up!''
''It's all right Matthew, we gotta go!'' my double answered, panic in her eyes. She got up and held her brother in her arms before sprinting for the door. Impossible to use that way out; the door was condemed by flaming debris. Instead, they both jumped through the window, falling and rolling away in the freezing snow. After a while staying in a cuddled position, Matthew spoke up, faintly;
''Kenna... I'm cold''
''Don't you worry. Um... I'll be right back, I'll get your blanket! Stay here.'' The blond replicate of myself ran back to the house and plunged into the flames.
''No, stupid girl!'' I yelled out to her. ''You're gonna die!''
She did not hear me. She dodged the flames towards her brother's blanket, got it, sprung around and as she was going to jump outside, a huge wood bean fell on her head, knocking her out. All I saw before the vision vanished was a teenage boy, standing in the snow, a curious staff beside him.
And there he was, the same boy who was there that night where Kenna Jensen died in a housefire. That same boy who did not do anything to help her, that same boy who created the blizzard, that same now stood in front of me. That boy was Jack Frost.