Rise of the Winter

Chapter 12

Jack couldn't wake up. It's not the fact that he didn't want to wake up, it's the fact that he didn't have the energy too. The fact that he had a link with Elsa probably didn't help. Jack stopped struggling for a second and got a good look at where he was. It was his house - his house before he died. The house he shared with his mother and sister. He turned around and looked at his mother. She wasn't facing him but he knew why. His sister was pulling him, past him, towards the lake. They were going ice-skating and Jack didn't want to see himself die. He didn't want to see the look of sheer terror on his sister's face. Jack went outside of the house but jumped when a blast of icy wind hit him. He wasn't able to fly well without his staff but he could manage. He fell right in the centre of he village. He looked around for a few minutes later, his mother and sister ran into the village screaming for help. A man walked up to them, confused.

"Jack fell into the lake! We need to get him out!" his mother cried.

Everyone in the village that was outside heard and all rushed to get rope and weights or something that was flammable. Everyone rushed to the lake but the hole Jack fell through was already frozen over. Some of the skinnier women raced to where the hole used to be, with his sister's help, and put thatch and straw down. They lit it in attempt to thaw the ice but it didn't work as well as they hoped. The village head-man shook his head after the seventh failed attempt. Jack's mother fell to her knees and wailed. His sister was hugged by her friends while she sobbed. Jack shook his head and the scene changed.

It was still snowy, it was the day that he had rose from the day as Jack Frost. He saw himself fall from the sky and get up. Jack couldn't believe how he hadn't noticed hadn't looked up at him when he fell. Jack turned his head, not wanting to look at his past self's eager antics, when something caught his eye. It was his little sister, talking to a man. He wanted to go up to her and listen to what she was saying but he knew he shouldn't. Jack turned back around just in time to see his past self walk into the forest. The scene changed again.

This time, it was a bleak day and Jack knew why. It was his funeral. What a weird feeling that was, attending your own funeral. Jack listened in as the speaker starting talking.

"Jack will be sorely missed. He was a delight to have in this village and he would've been a great father. The stories he told and the jokes he made and pulled were enough to lighten anyone's day. It was a shame that he died but his memory shall live on, in our hearts and minds. We'll all tell our kids about him. They'll tell their kids about him. He'll live on inside of us and we'll never let him go!"

Jack felt the moisture in his eyes but he blinked quickly to get rid of it. He was the guardian of fun, he wasn't meant to cry. He was meant to smile but he couldn't. That's when things turned sour. He saw that generation tell stories about him. He saw the next generation tell stories but the third generation didn't. They forgot about him. He was a legend in the village and nobody believed anything about him. The fourth generation died without knowing anything about him or that he even existed. One thing he knew though was the Bennetts were relatives of his. How had he not picked it out? Jack and his sister looked very similar to Jamie and Sophie. Jack couldn't believe it. Another relative of his is in danger because of him. This time, Jack hoped that no one would get hurt because of him. The scene shifted and he didn't recognise it. Where am I? There was a castle in the distance and boats floating around it, in the fjord. He willed himself to appear in the castle and he stood right in the centre of a large room. It was packed and Jack realised that he the people he was looking at were watching something behind him. He turned around and realised he was watching a coronation. Jack knew the red-headed princess. He had seen her before in Norway, not that long ago. When the new queen's name was announced, Jack gasped. It was Elsa. Jack looked back at the red-head. She looked somewhat like Elsa. They're sisters, he realised. Strange, Elsa said that her sister was dead. If that's the case, why did I see her in Norway that time? Jack was so confused. It couldn't be a distant relative, not when this Elsa's sister then and her doppelganger were identical, right down to the last freckle. If only Jack knew her name. He was hoping that it was the name of the red-head he saw in Norway. Then and only then, he could be sure. Jack closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened he opened his eyes, he was standing somewhere different. He was still in Elsa's timeline, he could tell from the fact an ice castle was on a mountain. Jack willed himself onto the balcony and he didn't like what he saw. Everything was ruined. The balcony was trashed, the doors were shattered, the chandelier was in the same state and Elsa. Elsa was unconscious and was being dragged off by some men, obviously guards. They were afraid of her and her powers. Jack couldn't understand why they were afraid, unless something happened.