Treading through the freshly fallen snow in nothing but her boots and a handmade cloak, Emma made her way to the Lake; flowers in her frozen grip.
To those who did…
He didn’t mean to startle his sister, but his anxiety was acting up, and he couldn’t help himself but to refreeze the ‘in Jack Frost’ part, leaving just the word ‘believe’.
"I’m not playing tricks this time." He stated, as if he were speaking right to her and she could hear him. "I promise." His smile remained, kind and warm. "Please, just believe in me. I’ll be here for you."
Not getting a real response like she wanted, Emma dropped her head down still shaking as her mind raced over the words. She had never heard of him… This Jack Frost. Or had she?
Closing her eyes thought back to all strange people she had encountered since his death. And in that moment she remembered it. Something she had been told a few years back about a winter spirit. However, she couldn’t remember it too well. Just who he was or what he did.
Biting her lip her head jerked up quickly still not completely comprehending what was happening. Even still she called for him. Not Jack Frost, but for her brother.
“J-jack!” she called out a bit frantically now as she looked around the clearing once again slowly moving away from the gravestone and the letter – unknown to her was that as she pulled away she actually went throw him.
As she started to run around the clearing, her eyes darted from left to right. But no matter how much she looked no one was there. It was just her. Just like it always was.