Jack had gone into shock and drowned. You knew that. Your sister had told you about the incident. She had been angry at you for even asking, the memory still fresh and painful in Mary's mind. You didn't know what you had done wrong. You had just wanted to know about your brother. The big brother you never got to meet.

You were wandering the wintery streets, somewhat in tears after Mary had snapped at you. It was cold. Unbearably so. Mentally, you wondered what it would have been like to grow up with both Mary and Jack. You slip on the ice, hitting your head as night fell. That and the moon seemingly enveloping you with its bright rays was the last thing you knew.

"Hey....You okay?"

Came a voice. Looking to your left, a white haired eighteen year old boy with blue eyes observed you. He walked over, a hooked staff made of wood in one hand. With his free hand the young man clasps your forearm and pulls you to your feet.

"You okay?"

He asks again, more concerned since you hadn't answered previously. He had been watching you. He knew who you were. The baby sibling he never got to meet in life. For this young man was Jack Frost, the guardian of fun. The personification of winter. And he was your big brother.