(y/n) woke up next to him in a five star hotel. His body was icy. She stole the covers from his side, pulled them over her head and went back to sleep. Her mind slipped into her subconscious and began to dream. (y/n) dreamed of him. Jack Frost was so handsome. Had he really proposed to her? She reached out and touched the silver ring on her finger. It was so precious, it seemed like it was going to melt off of her finger like the ice Jack Frost created. She slid it off and looked at the names on the inside. (y/n) and Jack Frost. She sighed. Her life would come to an end if she didn't marry him. If she did she would be immortal. Sighing again, she finally slept.
