This is a different type of writing style, sorry if it may seem hard to read. Also part of this was originally written on a plane back from Alberta. If something makes no sense please let me know. This was going to be a one-shot, but became a three part story so enjoy. ~Meadow (Kale)

Disclaimer: Don't own this movie dreamworks (Who are amazing) do.


The weeks, no months, they are only getting worst as the snow melts away. It has been a year today, since the day I promised myself would never be spoken about. Today they were all somehow more horrid than other than the other days. A walk home from school everyday alone, not that I care anymore. I walk near the river, a small creek. I walk by it every afternoon, and yet it calls to me today. I lay my bag on the old pine tree, the same one we leaned our sled on this time last year. The water was visible now, but still cold by touch. I let the water run over my fingertips, it was calming for the place i lost him. I stood up and listened to the sounds of spring, it was so warm, unlike the winter before.

"Are you there? If you are listening to m e, i need you to know something. You meant the world to me, and you told me the same. I will never forget you, even when I grow old, when I no longer visit here. I love you, but I can no longer see you. Thank you."

I grabbed my bag, and continued home. I never did forget him, even when I left the village. After I grew older, I found someone to love the way he loved. Everyday I would thank him, the only thing I wished was to truly say goodbye. When I became ill decades later, my eldest granddaughter came to see me. She told me she was in the woods, there was a boy. He was an young adult, blue eyes white hair. She said he was her little brother. That day I told her about him that day.

"I promise I won't forget these stories, I will tell them when I have kids kids too."

I thought maybe he was waiting for me, bu ti didn't seem fair. I got to live my life, he didn't as the price of saving me. The last thing I said before I finally closed my eyes at last was, "Thank you."

I was buried by the pine tree, the one where I whispered goodbye as a child. I was put next to the creek, where his life was lost long before. Next to a stone was a casket, full of air. We never found his body, so he lays in the creek. I lay in the dirt, dead. Was this how he felt when he fell under. So young, but h edid it for me, Now I lay next to his grave.

My granddaughter came back years later, with a small boy, an infant, and a young girl her children.

"Did you know them?" She was only four, but she understood the world, just like he once did.

"Yes, she was my my grandmother, your great-grandmother. i knew her well."

"And him?" She gave a flower to his grave as if she knew him well. so innocent, and sweet.

"Yes, and no. How was dead long before me, but she knew him. He saved her, I was told all the stories of him. One day you will too. I promised her you would know."

"He saved her, because he loved her. He protected her. I will do the same, for my Brother too."

"I know you will, come now Emma. Dinner is ready."

The next day she came back with more flowers. "Thank you for saving her." She leaned over with a gentle kiss, on his grave right where it said Jack Frost.