[Ash]: 102.Jack Frost.06

Jack Frost picked her up the rest of the way and stood up. He kissed her on the forehead and the winds picked up and surrounded them. For the first time snow flooded in to the town, wisped around corners, Jack felt the rush of air. He let go of her body and it floated up in the winds and soon began to cover in snow and ice.


Shyna lay in her cave looking out her window: she thought of what she had accomplished. Nothing. Shyna closed her eyes and died. Her time was over, the village was lost.


Jack Frost looked at the angel which had formed in front of him of ice. Inside the marvelous work was Elizabeth she was gone, yet somewhat alive. He stopped to finally look around at what had become of the village where only summer had ever come, it was snowed in. Jack did not know how this happened, yet it was true.

“A little over board Jack Frost, but nice sculpture.”

“Tomb... It’s Elizabeth’s tomb.” He turned to Cassandra and saw her start to walk around the angel, “Marylin, is she?”

“She will be fine Jack Frost.” Cassandra picked up a little bit of snow in her hand and rolled it in her fingers. “So Jack Frost, how do you think of your work, do you despise it or love it, personally... I hate snow, Autumn is my thing, Witch of the Woods. Well, fair travels king of Winter, I am homeward going.” Cassandra summoned up some roots the made a chair. The roots came out of the ground and carried her like a queen back to wherever she came.

Jack had not yet gotten over the loss of Elizabeth and yet he felt a disturbance, like the feeling before a war, something was wrong. Robet the squirrel came bounding over the fresh piles of snow and attached himself to the head of Jack Frost. Robet was crying.

“What ails you Robet, can be worse than love lost.” He fidgeted around and stuck his head in view of Jack’s eyes. “Mistress! My Mistress Shyna has died! She was so sad when she died! She died alone. My Mistress is... is... GONE! Oh, Jack, what will I do?” The hyper squirrel said in his distress.

“Leave me alone you crazy creature, Shyna died because she was ready, she had lived six lives, I think I would go happily after that.” Robet crawled into Jack’s lap and continued to bawl his head off. Jack tried to pick the squirrel off but Robet would budge. “Fine, since you won’t leave me alone, you can stay with me.”

At dusk Rupert had found Jack’s handy-work, the angel was perfect, and you could clearly see Elizabeth’s body preserved perfectly. His sister’s body frozen so almost made him want to cry. Some other men from the village came about and saw the same thing he did.

“Who did this?” A man yelled from the back.

“It was the witch!” Another cried.

“No,” yelled a fury little squirrel, “mistress is dead. Mistress is dead.” The squirrel started crying furiously and the men stepped back away from the creature. “Mistress died of sickness, mistress died, mistress died!”

Rupert stepped forwards and Robet stepped back, “hold there squirrel, I mean you no harm. What do you know of Shyna?”

“What do you know of Shyna?” Robet replied eyeing him.

Rupert kneeled down next to him, “ I know her name and she can do things like that.” He said pointing to the statue.

“Shyna not do it, she has been dead for over a day, this is work of the king of Winter.”

“King of Winter?” A man said in the back alarmed, “is he a witch also?”

“No, he is dead, but alive. He is Jack Frost, great man, saved his daughter by bring the witch of the Woods. He did this so he can save Elizabeth.”

“Save? Save!” Rupert yelled. “He entombed my sister in a block of ice, he froze our crops and than your going to tell me how great he is?” Rupert grabbed the squirrel and pulled out he skinning knife. Robet thrashed violently and than he stopped and screamed. A giant bloody patch lay on the snow.


Jack knocked on the door to his house and Carry opened the door and jumped on him. “Oh, Jack, you’re freezing come inside and I’ll get you all toasty.”

“Thanks Carry but I have more important matters to attend to. I just saw Robet get killed. I fear they are coming for you.”

“What?” Carry said stopping to think. She started laughing, “oh, it’s April Fools again isn’t it?”

“No, it’s February. Carry, get Marylin please. Bring her here.” She stopped and ran down the hall. He heard the door open, a few words exchange, two new feet on the floor, and several footsteps coming near him.

The little girl appeared with a new found rosiness in her cheeks. “I hate you.” She yelled, “why won’t you hold me!”

Jack walked over and froze a bit of her hair, “that is why.”

She felt it up and down, it was solid ice. “What did the witch do to you?”

“Give me the power to save you.” He picked his head up and saw Carry standing nervously, “both of you. I have made a friend.”

“Cassandra.” Marylin Rose said lightly. “She gave me a good tasting tea.”

Jack nodded, “I need both of you to go, there is a small pass just north of the frozen lake. I made a home of snow there I need you two to go there and now, Marylin pack your things.” She nodded in a some way a an understanding a person of great wisdom would know and turned down the hall. “I need you to take care of her, she needs to be safe no matter what.”

“I wouldn’t dare let a soul touch her, Jack. She’s like my child too, I will die before I let them take her away from me.” Jack nodded and walked outside to think, ‘you might have to.’