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Small forward here, this is a fan fic about what I think would have been different if Jack had kept his memory when he died/changed.

I decided to call his sister Olivia, after her voice actress.

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"Jack!" Was the last thing he heard as he fell through the ice. He was scared and cold, but also happy. He had saved his sister, that was what mattered most to him as he felt his life slipping away.

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It was night, and he was under the water, unable to breath. He felt himself being lifted to the surface and break through the thin layer of ice. As soon as he was out of the water he took in a breath.

What? Am I... Alive? He wondered, as he felt himself being lowered onto his feet.

"You are Jack Frost" He heard, or rather felt, causing him to look around in confusion

"Yeah, I know that." Jack continued to look around, but only saw his staff, "Who said that?" He went to pick up his staff, and was shocked when it glowed blue at his touch. With a shrug he picked it up anyway.

"Olivia!" He said suddenly, as he scrambled to get off the ice and head home. He had to make sure she was alright, and tell her that he was fine.

Jack ran the entire way home, not noticing the cold on his bare feet, or the water turning to ice on his cloak. It did not take him long to get home. Taking a moment to catch his breath he opened the door and stepped inside.

It was strangely silent, even for night time, he would normally hear his father snoring or his mother finishing up some last minute chores. Jack would have thought they had gone to bed already, but a lamp was glowing from the other room.

Walking in he saw his mother curled up with her father, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"We'll have to get his body when the ice melts" His father said, clearly trying to be strong, "I know it's hard, but he wouldn't want us to morn for too long" Jacks father was rubbing his wife's back.

"It's my fault" She said, apparently not having heard him, "I told them they could go skating. Why didn't I just say no?" She was speaking quietly, her voice strained.

"Mom, Dad" Jack said, walking over to them, "It's okay, I'm fine" He went to put a hand on his mothers shoulder to get her attention, but he simply passed through her. His eyes widened, "No" He whispered, "No, I- I really am dead?"

Jack stood their for a moment, looking at his hand, before he heard crying in the other room. Both Jacks mom and dad got up, his mom wiping away her tears as they rushed into the room Jack shared with Olivia, Jack followed.

In her room Olivia had just woken up again and started crying.

"Shh, shh, it's okay" Her mother said, rubbing her back, "I know how bad you feel, but you need to go back to sleep"

Olivia shook her head, still crying, "I- I dreamed I was with Jack" She said, "I dreamed we were playing, just like we always do." Olivia rubbed her eyes as she continued, "but we'll never play together again, and it's all my fault!"

"What?" Jack said, even though she couldn't hear him, "It's not your fault, it was my idea to go skating!" He knelt down next to her and went to give her a hug, but once again he simply passed right through.

"If I hadn't gone on that thin ice, Jack would still be here!" Olivia cried, "He died because he had to save me! It's not fair!" Olivia was crying even harder now.

"Oh, sweetie, it's not your fault." Her mother said, pulling her into a tight hug, "We didn't check the ice before you went out, it's not anyone's fault"

"But it is! He relaxed after he saved me, that's why he fell!" Olivia insisted.

"Olivia, that's not true!" Jack yelled, wishing they could see and feel him, if only for a moment, "Don't blame yourself, you couldn't have done anything."

The room was silent save for the tears for a while, until even that sound went as Olivia fell asleep. Her mother tucked her back into bed and the adults left, closing the door after them. Jack stayed, now sitting on his sisters bed, and watched her sleep.

"Their has to be some way I can tell you not to worry" He said, putting his hand over her hair, even though he didn't really touch her, he felt better for it.

As he sat their, watching her sleep he was shocked when he saw golden sand come through the window and cover his sister. He was about to brush it away when it started to form a happy scene with Olivia playing hopscotch. Jack watched as a tiny scene unfolded, where she was playing and suddenly he came out of nowhere and tickled her.

Jack was more surprised when a small laugh escaped Olivia's lips as the mini sand version of her was tickled. What is this? He wondered, he looked out the window and saw that it reached into the sky, but he could not see where it had originated from.

Jack glanced out the window and back at his sister, trying to decide weather he should stay with her, or find out where this sand had come from. With a sigh he placed his hand on the glass, and jumped back as frost covered the inside of the window.

Looking back at his sister again he sat next to her and watched at her dream unfolded, it was now showing her tugging on Jacks cloak, clearly asking for something, after a few moments the scene changed as the sand Jack nodded. The pair were skating as they had before, but after what seemed like a long time they both walked off of the ice, unharmed, holding hands.

It was painful for Jack to watch, both his sister and mother blamed themselves for his death, but really it was his fault. He accepted that his stupid actions had caused him to die, but knowing how it was tearing his family apart was too hard.

Jack sat watching his sisters dreams the whole night, trying to figure out a way to tell her not to be sad for him.

Description
Small forward here, this is a fan fic about what I think would have been different if Jack had kept his memory when he died/changed.

I decided to call his sister Olivia, after her voice actress.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Jack!" Was the last thing he heard as he fell through the ice. He was scared and cold, but also happy. He had saved his sister, that was what mattered most to him as he felt his life slipping away.

---

It was night, and he was under the water, unable to breath. He felt himself being lifted to the surface and break through the thin layer of ice. As soon as he was out of the water he took in a breath.

What? Am I... Alive? He wondered, as he felt himself being lowered onto his feet.

"You are Jack Frost" He heard, or rather felt, causing him to look around in confusion

"Yeah, I know that." Jack continued to look around, but only saw his staff, "Who said that?" He went to pick up his staff, and was shocked when it glowed blue at his touch. With a shrug he picked it up anyway.

"Olivia!" He said suddenly, as he scrambled to get off the ice and head home. He had to make sure she was alright, and tell her that he was fine.

Jack ran the entire way home, not noticing the cold on his bare feet, or the water turning to ice on his cloak. It did not take him long to get home. Taking a moment to catch his breath he opened the door and stepped inside.

It was strangely silent, even for night time, he would normally hear his father snoring or his mother finishing up some last minute chores. Jack would have thought they had gone to bed already, but a lamp was glowing from the other room.

Walking in he saw his mother curled up with her father, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"We'll have to get his body when the ice melts" His father said, clearly trying to be strong, "I know it's hard, but he wouldn't want us to morn for too long" Jacks father was rubbing his wife's back.

"It's my fault" She said, apparently not having heard him, "I told them they could go skating. Why didn't I just say no?" She was speaking quietly, her voice strained.

"Mom, Dad" Jack said, walking over to them, "It's okay, I'm fine" He went to put a hand on his mothers shoulder to get her attention, but he simply passed through her. His eyes widened, "No" He whispered, "No, I- I really am dead?"

Jack stood their for a moment, looking at his hand, before he heard crying in the other room. Both Jacks mom and dad got up, his mom wiping away her tears as they rushed into the room Jack shared with Olivia, Jack followed.

In her room Olivia had just woken up again and started crying.

"Shh, shh, it's okay" Her mother said, rubbing her back, "I know how bad you feel, but you need to go back to sleep"

Olivia shook her head, still crying, "I- I dreamed I was with Jack" She said, "I dreamed we were playing, just like we always do." Olivia rubbed her eyes as she continued, "but we'll never play together again, and it's all my fault!"

"What?" Jack said, even though she couldn't hear him, "It's not your fault, it was my idea to go skating!" He knelt down next to her and went to give her a hug, but once again he simply passed right through.

"If I hadn't gone on that thin ice, Jack would still be here!" Olivia cried, "He died because he had to save me! It's not fair!" Olivia was crying even harder now.

"Oh, sweetie, it's not your fault." Her mother said, pulling her into a tight hug, "We didn't check the ice before you went out, it's not anyone's fault"

"But it is! He relaxed after he saved me, that's why he fell!" Olivia insisted.

"Olivia, that's not true!" Jack yelled, wishing they could see and feel him, if only for a moment, "Don't blame yourself, you couldn't have done anything."

The room was silent save for the tears for a while, until even that sound went as Olivia fell asleep. Her mother tucked her back into bed and the adults left, closing the door after them. Jack stayed, now sitting on his sisters bed, and watched her sleep.

"Their has to be some way I can tell you not to worry" He said, putting his hand over her hair, even though he didn't really touch her, he felt better for it.

As he sat their, watching her sleep he was shocked when he saw golden sand come through the window and cover his sister. He was about to brush it away when it started to form a happy scene with Olivia playing hopscotch. Jack watched as a tiny scene unfolded, where she was playing and suddenly he came out of nowhere and tickled her.

Jack was more surprised when a small laugh escaped Olivia's lips as the mini sand version of her was tickled. What is this? He wondered, he looked out the window and saw that it reached into the sky, but he could not see where it had originated from.

Jack glanced out the window and back at his sister, trying to decide weather he should stay with her, or find out where this sand had come from. With a sigh he placed his hand on the glass, and jumped back as frost covered the inside of the window.

Looking back at his sister again he sat next to her and watched at her dream unfolded, it was now showing her tugging on Jacks cloak, clearly asking for something, after a few moments the scene changed as the sand Jack nodded. The pair were skating as they had before, but after what seemed like a long time they both walked off of the ice, unharmed, holding hands.

It was painful for Jack to watch, both his sister and mother blamed themselves for his death, but really it was his fault. He accepted that his stupid actions had caused him to die, but knowing how it was tearing his family apart was too hard.

Jack sat watching his sisters dreams the whole night, trying to figure out a way to tell her not to be sad for him.