[Note: If you haven't seen the movie Rise of the Guardians yet, this chapter will have a bit of spoilers in it.]
Chapter 7: Jack's story.
[Name] sat down on her bed, staring across at the instruments leaning against her wall. She stood up and grabbed one of them, beginning to play and sing her favorite song.
"Lovely singing voice you've got there."
[Name] turned around to face Jack Frost, placing down the instrument. "Thanks" She looked up, smiling at him. "What have you been up to?"
"Just finished making you something."
[Name] lifted her eyebrow at him, and followed him over to the window. She placed her hands over her mouth as she saw a giant ice sculpture of her and her family; it had yellow sand frozen inside of it, giving it a sparkling type of look.
"I got a little help from Sandy." Jack explained, "I know it might melt, but I could easily remake it sometime."
[Name] tore her eyes from the beautiful sculpture to look at Jack, "Who is Sandy? You mean like the Sandman? He's real, too?"
Jack looked up at her in surprise, "Yeah, you don't believe in the other guardians, too?"
[Name] looked away, scratching her forearm nervously. "To be honest, you're the only 'fairy tale' I've ever actually believed in. So that means Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny are all real too?"
"All real." Jack smiled at her and slowly inched his way closer to her so that their shoulders were touching, like they were when they were sitting in the tree. "I'm glad you accept me, I went three hundred years not being seen by anyone."
[Name] lifted her head and stared at Jack in shock, "It must've been so lonely."
Jack only did a small nod. "It's because of Jamie that children actually believe in me."
"A boy that I met before I became a Guardian."
[Name] just stared at Jack, and couldn't help and wonder. "Jack, who were you before you became Jack Frost?"
Jack just chuckled at this, "It's still fuzzy." Jack sighed, "All I remember is what my teeth showed me."
"Toothiana keeps children's teeth because she can use them to store people's memories."
[Name] looked down in surprise, "so that's true too…" She quietly whispered to herself.
"I was able to remember what my life was like when Pitch, the boogieman, attacked me in Antarctica. He threw baby tooth and me down into a ravine, breaking my staff and throwing it down after me. I had my teeth with me then, so I used it as a chance to look at my memories."
[Name] looked up at Jack and gasped, "You were attacked?!" She instantly grabbed him around the waist and hugged him, "Were you seriously hurt?"
Jack looked down at her and ruffled her hair, "Not too badly, when he broke the staff it hurt me, though. It was almost like he broke one of my ribs. But, I had a little sister; my memory is still too fuzzy to remember her name. I lived with her and my mom in a small cabin. One day, my sister and I thought we'd go ice skating on a frozen pond."
"While we were playing, the ice began to crack underneath my sisters' feet. I took off my ice skates, and yes, I know I could've gotten frost bite, but it'd be safer to take them off, and tried to have a little fun instead. I told her we'd play hopscotch, like we always did, and counted. One, two, three—"
Jack cut off to move his staff to where [Name] could see it. "This was originally a branch I found sitting on top of the ice, I used it to hook around my sister and pull her to safety. However, I fell through the ice myself, and died. The last thing I heard was my sister screaming my name. The man in the moon gave me another chance in life, and made me Jack Frost."
[Name] was speechless. She felt choked up, like she was going to cry. "Your sister must've been so lonely," was all she could get out before tears escaped her eyes.
Jack looked down and noticed [Name] crying onto his jacket. Jack reassuringly stroked the back of [Name]'s hair. "I'm sure she was shocked, but I'm sure she lived her life as I would've wanted her to."
[Name] wiped away the tears, and looked up at Jack, "I'm sure just knowing you, let alone having you as a brother, was enough to make her thankful."
Jack smiled at this, and pulled [Name] closer to him, "Thank you."
[Name] smiled back, and then looked back down at the ice sculpture sitting outside of her window.
It was true, just knowing Jack Frost was enough to make her happy.