Promise Me (Jack Frost X Reader) Ch. 1

Promise Me
Jack Frost X Reader

-Chapter One-

"Jenny? What are you doing here?" I ask. "You wouldn't come rushing to my house at 3:00am except if it was an emergency!"

Jenny was Jack's younger sister and I treated her like one, since I had no siblings of my own. She would come to me when she had problems and Jack couldn't help her with it. I spend a lot of time with her so I know her very well that she wouldn't come to me early in the morning unless something serious happened.

"J-Jack," she panted, tears streaming down her face. "J-jack… S-saved…me… F-fell…" Then she burst into tears. "Jack!" she wailed.

"Woah, woah, woah!" I say and pulled her into a hug. Rubbing her back soothingly, I ask, "What happened? Please calm down and tell me. I can't understand you when you're crying."

Jenny sniffles. "W-we were, *sniff*, ice skating but then I got on thin ice and I g-got, *sniff*, scared and the ice was, *sniff*, cracking," she says, hugging me harder. "J-jack.. He s-saved me, *sniff*, but then he, *sniff*, fell into the icy w-water because th-the ice, *sniff*, cracked u-under him…" Jenny starts wailing again.

I freeze. Tears collect at my eyes and I try to hold them in. 'He's…dead…' Those words sink in as I think about it. 'Jack…dead…' The tears were threatening to spill now, and I shut my eyes. 'He…promised…'

(300 years later… after the fight with Pitch…)
(3rd Person? Or what, 2nd Person? PoV)

Jack was perched in a snow-topped tree, his frost covered staff held tightly in his hand.

"This is boring," he commented, staring lazily at the park surrounding him. He didn't feel like doing anything today. Jack had joined the children's snowball fights several times during the week, pranked adults who took a stroll through here, and made kids crash-land into snow and lose a tooth from a sofa crashing into them. Yup. Now he ran out of things he could do.

As he sat there, back hunched, taking glances at the people around him. Jack stops and stares when he sees a (h/c) haired girl walking closely to the tree he was perched in.

'That looks familiar…' Jack leaps out from the tree and leans against the trunk. As he does that, you catch sight of him and walk towards him.

"Hi, uh," you say, kind of embarrassed. You never were the one to walk up and ask a stranger anything. Cheeks tinted with pink, you ask, "Do you know where I am?"

Jack raised an eyebrow. "You lost?" he inquires, eyeing your old fashioned clothes.

Nodding, you say yes.

"We're in (city name)," Jack replies and as you turn to walk away, he asks you, "What's up with the clothes?"

You open your mouth to respond when a little boy and his mother pass through you. Eyes widened and mouth agape, Jack just stares at you while you keep a steady composture, seemingly unaffected by it. "I'm used to it," said you. You look at the ground. The grass seems very pretty today.

"So, anyway," Jack changes the subject. "What's your name?"

"___ ____." You glance at him and ask, "What's yours?" before returning your sight to the grass.

"Jack Frost."

You look at him again, head tilting. "Jack Frost? I know that name from somewhere..." Your (e/c) eyes meet deep, blue ones. "You... You remind me of someone I know." Looking deep into his eyes, you murmur soft enough so that he wouldn't be able to hear it. "It can't be..."

…

…

"___? You okay?" Jack waves a frost-bitten hand in front of your face. No response. Frowning, he snaps loudly, which made you jump so high that you would've gotten stuck in the tree if you went any higher, but you just fell backwards.

You take Jack's hand, which was extended to you so he could lift you off the ground. "Thanks," you breathe, regaining your composture.

"No problem," replies Jack. He spies your old timey clothes which probably dated back to the early 1700's. ((A/N: did my math, guys))

"By the way, ___," Jack studies your clothes for a bit. "How old are you?"

"Around 300 or more, I think."

'300? She's about my age!' thinks Jack, thoughts racing through his mind. 'But how? How did she—'

"I can read your mind, Jack. You're wondering how I'm 300 years old, huh?" You smirk.

Jack snapped his head up. 'What?! Now my thoughts aren't safe!'

"Just kidding, Jack. I just assumed that, I can't read minds," you say, giggling. "But how I'm this old? Well, that's a long story."

-end of chapter one-