Thawed

Trekking

I guess it took longer for me to do my hair than I thought it would since we were practically buried when the walls of the room fell back down where they came from. We both jumped and avoided the avalanche. When we landed on our almost grave, the snow way powdery and light. "What a lovely blizzard." "Sarcasm isn't becoming of a young lady Sigourney." Jack could barely finish the statement before he started laughing his ass off. "Hardy har har Jack, you're a riot." "I know I am, how could you not love me?" "I'll pass on that question." "Oh Hardy Har Har to you too." We fell into another silence but this time, it didn't feel like it was an awkward one. For this first time in a long time, it felt comfortable. I dred Jack starting another conversation, not because I don't want to speak but because this silence feels like it can't happen again. Even though the cold is all around us, I still can't seemt to shake the heat from before, sure I'm wearing a coat, but it's a light one that I wore when I fell through the ice, it is nowhere near the insolation Antarctica needs. "Sigourney?" Damn, there goes that silence. "Are you okay?" "I'm great, why?" "You're falling behind and you're out of it." "What do you mean I'm out of it?" "I've been trying to get your attention." "Oh, no I'm fine, I've just been thinking a lot, let's keep going. I'm as frail as I use to be Jack." "If you say so." "So." He smirks and we keep walking. I forgot that used to be one of our things. What the hell's happening to me? I have a life that I'm waiting to get back to and Jack is not part of that life, and I don't know if there would ever be able to incorporate and winter spirit into my mortal life. What has this trip done? I'm quickly hating Jack less, and wondering on what I really want for my life at this point, and how am I letting all of this distract me? We're on a moderately important journey right now and I need to be on my a-game. I'm so incredibly pissed at myself right now that I know something is going to go wrong, and it's going to be my fault. "Jack, we need to stop." "I told you so! Are you okay, how sick are you?" "I'm fine Jack, it's just that the snow is getting worse." "So? If you haven't noticed, we're kinda immune..." "I know that, but that doesn't mean that we can't get turned around in this terrain. I'm not as familiar with the weather here as you are, but if this keeps up, or the sun sets, we're screwed." "I guess you're right, how long do you think we should wait?" "I don't really know, but we'll need a way to indicate our direction." "No problem." The walls that enclosed us earlier reappeared. Except one had an intricate snowflake on it. "Now we'll know which way to walk." "Nice." I sat down and looked around the room it couldn't have been more than a five foot square. I pulled my knees to my chin. "Are you sure that you're okay Sig?" "Yeah, this is all just a lot, and there's been a lot in the past few years, ya know?" "Listen Sig, I just really want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. I wanted us to be normal more that you could ever know, and you drowning was the last thing that I ever planned." "What did you plan Jack?" "It's not important now." "LIke hell it isn't." "It's not, there was a lot of work involved that wouldn't matter now." "Frost, cut the cryptic shit." "What, so you can know?" "Yes, obviously you meant that you had plans, plans for us. I want to know. Tell me everything." "I didn't want to leave you alone, but Father Winter found out about well, us. Winter Spirits aren't supposed to be known by mortals." "Then why'd you ever stop at my window?" "Because you believed, do you know how little that happens? A genuine belief... in me." "I even thanked you for the snow, who knew that one day I would be able to make it myself." "You always stuck out Sigourney, I always knew that you'd be special." "So what were your plans Jack?" "I was going to become human for you, don't you remember?" "Not really, you mentioned it once and nothing ever happened, it's been closer to twenty years since we talked about it. God I feel so old." "Sigourney, you're not though, technically you're sixteen now. Forever." "So how old are you Jack, 'technically' speaking." "I drowned when I was seventeen, it was during a dog sled race, even though I was in the lead I went back to save someone else. I got their sled unlaunched and then I fell though. This was before they tried to save anyone and they just counted you as dead once you were in the water. I don't even know what year I was born, it was before birth certificates." "He just left you?" "Yeah, but his entire team would've gone under the water, he had kids, a family depending on him." "But what about you?" "I had my mom, and she had me. I needed the reward money from the race to save the family cow, which at the point had become our livelihood. My mother was looking for a fiance for me for the dowry, but nobody wanted the peasant woman's son. I still tried to help her after I woke up to find what I had become." "Jack why didn't you ever tell me any of this?" "You never asked." "I just never thought about you once being human and not the Jack Frost. I'm sorry." "It's okay, but we still have a chance you know, we could be human together."