Sparks Fly ~Jack Frost X Reader X Hiccup~

After Epilogue: I'll Remember You

Note: I know that some of you have already read this in my journal(I posted it like a few months ago), but I'm not sure if all of the people who are/ want to keep on reading this story has read it though. So, I've decided that it's finally time to publish it with the rest of the story & marked it as "complete". Anyways, this happened quite a while after the ending & some things have changed. Hope you guys enjoy~

You stared at your reflection in the dresser mirror, searching for any peculiar flaws in your appearance apart from your ever-lasting youth. You reached your fingers to touch the smooth, perfect cheeks which were tinted with a natural pink blush and gently traced it down to your rosy lips then to your chin. It's been more than five decades since you've died and revived, and you remember the scenes of that horrifying and heart-wrenching night as though it was yesterday.

It was exactly three years after you and Hiccup had gotten married, the two of you were welcoming the arrival of your first born baby boy when lightning struck one sudden night and buried the house in flames. Your child was trapped in the burning nursery as you dashed into the doomed cottage; Hiccup's screams and shouts faded behind you. Dark, grey smoke invaded the room of the nursery, causing you to cough uncontrollably as your dying lungs found difficulty to intake air. The baby's cries of help could be heard from the doorway where you'd stood and from that only, you felt like something heavy had struck your chest and your lungs collapsed while your heart slowly cracked. Though bleary-eyed from the excessive coughs and sore throat, you moved further into the room then bent down and picked the baby up from his cot. Tears were streaming down your son's puffy-red face and you tried so desperately to comfort him with soothing words while you attempted to escape before bricks begun hurling down atop of the two of you and squashing you both mercilessly. You immediately headed straight for the exit and you almost made it, but just as you were about to reach the doorway, a large piece of burning wood fell from the ceiling and blocked the doorway. Hiccup stood outside the cottage, the blockage of wood preventing neither of you to enter nor leave. He was shouting your name endlessly, but they were all drowned out by the roaring cracks of fire that surrounded you. Your son's own cries grew louder as the heat threatened both your lives. You glanced down at him, at his chubby, tearstained cheeks and you felt your own tears spilling down your cheeks. You knew what you had to do, and you also knew the risks. Snapping your head up, you called out for Hiccup, your voice croaked and shaky and it took him a few moments to have finally heard you. Even from the distance, you could see the red embers of the fire reflected in his glistening green eyes; the breath-taking green that is somewhere between the vibrant green of the wide sea and the striking emerald gems that are hidden in dim, dull caves, his unique eyes were a different kind of treasure and it pains your soul deeply that you might never see those eyes look at you with the love and sincerity that they'd always had. You stifled back a cough and placed a light, sweet kiss on your dear child's forehead before holding him in your arms out through the top half of the doorway where the fire hadn't spread. It took no second for Hiccup to quickly race forward and brought your son into his own care. But when his emerald eyes fled back to you, you had erupted into ear-deafening screams as fire had caught onto the fabric of your sleeves when you'd reached your arms out to give Hiccup the baby; it soon spread and burned the delicate skin on your hands and arms, then your whole entire being. You could hear Hiccup yelling for you, but you couldn't decipher his words as they were muffled by the fire and the intensive pain that covered your body. Your eyes were fighting to remain open, but you found it impossible to do so as the fire swallowed you out of sight and Hiccup's terrified, concerned face was the last thing you ever saw. You felt your skin being roasted and it'd gone ash-black then peeled off of you like a removable suit; your flesh exposed to the unbearable heat and melted away leaving you as a horrifying skeleton which bones are going to crumble and dissolve into a pile of dust and nothing more.