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imageTreading 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. 

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frozenbelief:

imageTreading 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 not know her it would seem…

Hope flickered in his heart when he saw the look on his sister’s face, waving a hand over the stone and the letters he’d just written out, refreezing the letters to write more. ‘Believe in Jack Frost.’ He wrote, waiting anxiously for her response to that, his heart leaping and a small smile gracing his thin, cold lips. “Come on Emma, I know we used to read stories like this when I was there…” Jack murmured quietly, not expecting her to hear it, and was just trying to persuade himself that she’d see him. “Please Emma…..” He was wiping the tears that had formed in his eyes quietly, watching her face.

Seeing more letters appear before her eyes she jumped back instinctively, obviously a bit surprised. For everyone knew letters didn’t normally come out of thin air let alone words – but instead they were always followed by a hand and hand to a person.  

While you would think she would start running at this point, she did the very opposite.  She stood firm from where she was and kept her eyes glued to the stone as her hands began to shake with fear. Whose wouldn’t?

Reading the name in her mind she found herself shaking her head back and forth before looking back over at it; tears welling up.

“I-if this is a trick… i-it’s not funny Jack!” she found herself yelling over at it- to him or whoever it was writing. 

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frozenbelief:

imageTreading 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 not know her it would seem strange to visit the lake…

Jack wanted to show her he was watching over her, that he was there with her at that very moment, yet he had no idea how. He knew if he didn’t try soon, she’d go back home and leave him all alone once more. His mind was spinning around desperately as he tried to think of a way to show himself to her.

And then, a thought struck him. He reached down and wrote on his snow covered gravestone, ‘I’m here Emma.’ Hoping she’d notice it. He doubted she would, but it was worth a try, was it not?

Turning her head she looked anyways, Emma found herself scanning the clearing for him.  But he was there… and neither was anyone else. When that hit her she left out a small sigh as the little flame of hope she had grew dimmer.  It really had been just her imagination after all.  How couldn’t it have been?  It had been three years.  If Jack was alive there was definitely no way he would have been gone for that long.

Turning her head back in the direction of the stone, she looked down at her handiwork with the flowers before slowly rising to her feet.  As she did snow fell off gently her cloak and dress.  And just as she was about to turn away, she saw something.  Something that wasn’t there before.  Her mouth dropped open as she read the message silently almost in disbelief.

Eyes wide, she couldn’t stop herself as she raised her hand back to the stone.  She let her hand touch the snow on it right beside the newly formed letters as she said, “J-jack?”

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frozenbelief:

imageTreading 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 not know her it would seem strange to visit the lake at such a time – especially with snow still falling outside their windows….

It had been a few years since Jack’s human self had passed away, and every year around this time, he didn’t have enough heart to go back to that lake and recall that fateful day. He wanted to just forget about it, put it all behind him, but the loneliness had drawn him back. He couldn’t help but come back to see how his little sister and family were holding up without him. He’d hoped they were ok and still trying to live their lives without worrying about or grieving him.

Coming up to the frozen lake he had taken his sister ice skating on those few years back, he smiled softly, the air cold and breezy as his feet touched the ice on the lake. He then noticed a figure by where his grave was. He gulped lightly, trying to cut the wind off and make it a bit less breezy so he could see who it was. He was curious to see who it was, yet a little voice inside of him was telling him to stay back. Despite this voice, he took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the figure, shocked to see it was his sister, or at least somebody who strikingly resembled her. She’d grown up a bit since he last saw her, and was happy to see her still healthy and well. She held a few small flowers in her hands, tears rolling down her cheeks. Jack wanted more than anything to tell her he was alright and safe and such, but he didn’t even know if she was able to see him.

Gulping back his fears, Jack took another step towards her. “Emma..?” He called out to her, then reached out, trying to gently touch her shoulder, only to have his hand go right through it. Tears welled up in his own eyes and he fought to keep his composure. He knew it was too good to be true. She couldn’t see him, which only made his heart break even more. “Oh Emma….” He muttered, wiping the warm tears from his eyes.

Feeling a slight chill the tears ignored her pleas as they fell from her eyes – leaving multiple streaks down her face.  She knew it didn’t matter how much she cried or how much she visited him - he wouldn’t come back.  But, she still wanted to believe. After all is she really did stop coming – he really would disappear.  Or so she thought.  Shaking her head as she thought how sad her brother must be looking at her now, she slowly raised her head.  Her brown eyes fixating on the grave marker.

“But i-it’s the thought that counts right? Didn’t you use to say that,” she said with a smile as she leaned over and began to dig a small hole in the snow ignoring the cool streaks that stained her face.  It felt strange trying to plant a flower in the snow; however, she never stopped digging despite the chill engulfing her bare-hands. Once she thought it was good enough she placed the flowers inside as she covered their bottoms with the soft snow.

“All done,” she smiled out as she finally raised a frozen hand to wipe the drying tears from her face and in an instant she could almost hear him say her name on the breeze.  Of course she knew it was just her imagination.  It always was after all. 


Emma: “It’s not my fault.. Right, Jack?”

Always || jackthesnowprince

imageTreading 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 not know her it would seem strange to visit the lake at such a time – especially with snow still falling outside their windows.  But to the people in Burgess they knew.  They knew exactly why she was out-and-about and not cuddling around the fire with her parents like most children did. 

Today was his anniversary and nothing, not even a little snow would keep her from her yearly visit.  

“Almost there,” she breathed as she took the final step out of the woods to the lake in the clearing.  Looking out a small frown passed over her face as she recalled The Overland Tragedy as the villagers tended to call it.  

Biting her lip and looking down at her feet buried in the snow, she walked over to a small hand carved tombstone that read Jackson Overland.  Resting her hand on it she looked down at it with a teary smile as she spoke, “H-hello Jack. I’m s-sorry it took me so long today…”

“I-I bet I had you going though.  You probably thought I wasn’t going to show, right?,” she teased a bit blinking the tears away as she fixed her cloak over her as she sat down in the snow lowering her hand from the cool stone. “D-don’t worry though. No matter how much Mama, Papa or anyone else try to talk me out of it… I’ll always come visit you,” she said sadly as she lowered her head tears still fighting to fall. 

Noticing the gifts she picked for him, she slowly lifted her head though a happy smile forming on her lips as small laugh escaped. “I-I mean I even went out to find these for you! Though they’re not really that pretty.” She admitted as she held out the flowers she had been trying to shield from the chill of the winter. 


“If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, because every night I tell [him] about you." — Shahrazad al-Khalij
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