The night he was reborn she was there, having snuck out of her family's cabin by way of the window in her and her deceased brother's bedroom. As she sat at the edge of the pond she last saw him alive she remembered some of the last words he said to her, 'You have to believe in me.'
"I'll always believe in you, even if you are in heaven." She whispered and stood but paused when she heard the sound of ice cracking, a shiver going through her at the sound, and turned toward where the sound came from to witness a form rising out of the exact spot her brother fell under the ice.
A gasp escaped her as the figure rose out from under the ice, its pure white hair shimmering in the light of the moonbeams that danced around it. She watched, spellbound, as the figure took a breath, panting as if taking it first breath. The girl took a timid step onto the pond as the figure's feet touched the ice under it.
As the figure picked up the piece of wood at its feet, her eyes widened as the memory of when she last saw it in her brother's hands came to her mind and tears rose to her eyes. "Why did you leave me?" She whisper sobbed.
Her tears instantly dried as the figure began to move over to two trees, where it proceeded to ice them over before letting out a chuckle and, with a whoop of joy, ran over the ice, dragging the staff behind him, for she realized that the figure was male.
Once she recognized the sound of his voice the girl found herself smiling though she thought she would never smile again when she saw her brother fall under the ice and she had just witnessed him rise from under the ice, alive once more. A laugh sounded from her as he was lifted into the air and he hovered there for a few seconds before he fell, hitting several branches on his trip back down.
She knew that he had seen her when he was in the air and waited for him to come to her, a smile on her face. "Hello, I am Jack Frost. Who are you?" He said once he was back on the pond, standing in front of her.
"I am Emily Overland Frost it is nice to meet you Jack Frost. Would you like to play?" She answered as she held a hand out to him.
He took her hand, "I would love to Emily." He told her, smiles spread across both their faces and the night was soon filled with their laughter and shouts of joy as they played out on that pond in the moonlight.
"I will always believe in you Jack, even when I am grown up with kids of my own and can no longer see you." She whispered as she watched him fly off after an hour of them playing then, once he was out of sight, she turned to return home. As she climbed back in through the bedroom window, she knew her brother would be there for her once more for as long as she lived even if he didn't remember anything before his death.
She played with him every winter until she turned fifteen and was wed to the village's founder's son, a year later found her giving birth to her first child and son which she named Jack, after her brother. She knew he was outside the window by the frost that spread across it and insisted on being moved to sit next to the window with the newborn so she could show her brother her first-born child. She smiled as she met his now blue eyes, "He has your name Jack." She said softly, knowing he would hear her.
Outside the window, Jack pressed his hand against the glass, a wide smile on his face. "Thank you for naming your first son after me Emily." He replied. Over the years she had told Jack of who he was before he became Jack Frost and of the life he lead as an mortal, as her older brother.
More years pass and she is soon taking her last breath with her family circled around her bed, Jack sadly watched from the window knowing that he wouldn't be able to be by her side as she passed from this life. She asked for her grandsons to move her bed next to window then had everyone leave.
Once the door was closed behind the last one leaving the room, Jack opened the window and reached through it to gently take her hand in his. "I shall miss you little sister, tell ma and pa hello for ma and that I am happy being the Spirit of Winter. Farewell Emily, I shall see you once my job as Spirit of Winter is finished." He told her then with-drew his hand, closed the window once more and quickly turned around to fly away in order to hide his tears from her.
She watched his go, "Farewell big brother, I will wait for you in heaven with ma and pa." She whispered as her eyes drifted close for the last time and her breathing stilled, a single tear falling from her eye. Her funeral was held the next day and as they lowered her casket into the ground a light snow began to fall.
"Jack Frost is telling mother farewell." Her oldest son said through his tears, a smile gracing his lips. Her family bowed their heads in thanks to Jack as said Spirit of Winter watched from a near-by tree. When the funeral was over Jack flew away until the next winter.