The Child of Frost

Of memories past

Fawn's P.O.V

"Papa, take me with you! I want to see him!" I begged. "Please! I want to see Jack Frost!"

Father shook his head no. "You need to stay here with your mother. I'm not going to risk you."

"I want to go! I don't care about the risks, Papa!" I crossed my arms over my chest as Father grabbed his coat. "Who's going to take care of you while you're out there? You don't have to protect me anymore; I'm practically an adult."

"You do not know what we're dealing with, Fawn. Jack Frost is nothing to be excited about," he shouted out frustratingly. "Fawn, you have to understand that I don't want to loose you to him. He wants you, Fawn. Jack has wanted you since you were a little girl."

I shook my head no, trying to remember anything that I could of Jack. The only thing that came to mind is his stories, and the snow on the floor.

"Papa, I ju-"

He shook his head no, turning his back to me as he shouted out with a firm voice, "No, it's too dangerous."

"Alright, Papa." I couldn't hide the disappointment I felt from him as I raced back upstairs. I slammed my door shut as I immediately looked out the window. A pattern was frozen on the glass, making a beautiful flower.

"That looks amazing. Did Jack do this?" I asked no one in particular. As I stared at it, something came back to me.

"Kid, do you want to play with us," my seven year old self shouted. There was a little boy sitting far away in the distance, watching us with curiosity.

I took a seat on my bed, one hand on my forehead. "What just happened? Who was that little boy?" I looked back to the flower, hoping for the clues my mind was just starting to put together.

"Why didn't you say you were Jack Frost in the first place?"

The boy hesitated before saying, "I was scared that if you knew the truth, you wouldn't like me..."

"Have I actually met him before? Or was it a dream?"

A knock came to the door as my mother walked in. "Fawn, I'm sorry about this, but you know you have to stay here. Frost is a monster who will kill you if he gets the chance. You have to understand why we won't let you go."

"Mama, have I ever met him?" I asked, hoping she would answer. "Have I ever met Jack Frost?"

Mother stayed silent for a bit, letting me know the truth. She only sighed and took a seat beside me. "Fawn, where is this coming from? You haven't met him before."

"Then why can I remember fragments of him? Be honest with me." Mama didn't know what to say. "Why were you keeping these from me?"

She met my eyes and said, in an almost quiet voice, "to protect you from him."

"I don't need to be protected, Mama. I'm not a little girl anymore. I can take care of myself."

I gathered my warm coat in my hands and put on my boots.

"Where are you going at this hour?" Mama asked, watching me as I walked over to the front door. "Fawn, where do you think you're going in this storm?"

"To find Jack Frost," was all I said before I opened the door and walked out.

It was cold, and the snow made it hard to see. I couldn't turn back and go home; I wouldn't know which way is home. Even though it was freezing cold, I was determined to get as far from the village as I could get. I just had to know what happened way back then. I want to know why I can only see fragments of the past.

Just then, I noticed something dark growing in the distance. It had red eyes as it got closer, charging at me. The impact was painful, making my cold body collapse into the hard snow.

"Let the fear enter your body. Let it consume you as you fall asleep," a strange voice echoed. It seemed to me that it came out of everywhere and no where at the same time. "You'll be a perfect tool."

I couldn't fight the drowsiness falling over me, as I was suddenly lifted in someone's arms. I was shaking, not just from the cold, but from the nightmare I couldn't wake up from. These arms around me are ice cold, and the smell coming off of them is a mix of icy cool peppermint and sweet vanilla snow cream.

Forcing one eye to open, I glanced at the man holding me. White hair. Blue eyes. Ice cold. I knew who this is. "Jack Frost?"

He stayed silent, almost like he didn't hear me. Instead of trying again, I closed my eye and snuggled into him as best as I could.