[Ash]: 102.Jack Frost.15

Jack cried for a few more minutes, mainly upset at himself for forgetting what his daughter’s name was, Marylin. He was mainly consumed by the fact that he now had a wife, and actual, bound wife.

He like the fact that when he kissed her she wasn’t about to die or have a big brother or a father come and tear them apart, she was his. He looked at her, his eyes sore from the tears shed, and smiled a bit.

“What are you thinking?” Cassandra asked.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” He stood up out of her arms and walked into the middle of the lower which slowly allowed him under it and covered over so Cassandra wouldn’t have the chance of falling through. It took a minute, but he reached the top of the hollow ice and fell about forty feet into a soft pile of snow.

Standing up Jack looked over at the wooden crosses covered in blood and ice that he put up over the years as he buried everyone he knew. He tread slowly through them, careful not to let his gaze linger on any of them too long. He personally knew everyone…

He made his way over five or six minutes and found himself at the steps of his house. He hadn’t been in it since he made the old woman take his daughter somewhere, Marylin, her name is Marylin. He turned into a hallway and went to the end, finding a white door with gold lettering on it. Inside was a children’s bed and a doll on it. Rose had made that doll.

He grabbed the doll and looked at it. It had blonde hair and wore a pink dress. Rose had dressed it as she dressed Marylin as a baby. He decided to take it with him along with the quilt on the bed, these were for Marylin.

He headed to his old room and pulled as many blankets as he could from everywhere, the bed, the closet, and in the chests. He then saw Rose’s hope chest and opened it. There were dresses, jewels and trinkets. He wanted to give them to Cassandra. He stuffed all the blankets in the huge chest and closed the lid. He went outside and summoned Frosty to him.

“Jack Frost…” Frosty said quietly, “is it not tradition to go on a honeymoon after your wedding?”

“Something arose… would you take this up to the surface.” Jack pointed to the chest and Frosty billowed over it and was gone. Jack smiled and shook his head… “I need to give him a present or something… he’s always so entertaining.”

Jack walked over to his side table and looked carefully. In the dust sat two gold rings, one was meant to be Elizabeth’s. He grabbed them and the pillows. He now looked ridiculous wandering through the graves carrying the quilt, four pillows and a doll with one fist closed to keep the rings from falling out. He arrived on the original spot where he dropped down and had an ice pillar lift him to Cassandra’s room.

Cassandra was lying on the vine couch and playing with several roses she grew on it. She turned to him and sighed. She stopped and saw what he had. “You went down to the village. I though it was frozen solid?”

“No,” Jack set down the rings on an ice pedestal he grew. He then looked over at her for a minute taking in what he had in store for him and left the room. He moved into the great hall and saw Frosty standing by the hope chest. “Leave it here, it’s safe.”

“Frosty began to go then Jack called him, “Frosty, you can take your snowmen if you want and play in the waste land.”

“Then you shall see the biggest snowball fight in the entire world.” His deep voice said. He designated into the floor and left. Jack opened the chest and pulled out a blanket. He tossed two pillows in the chest and walked over to his room where Marylin lay fast asleep, but slowly waking from her coma. Jack lifted her head and placed two pillows under her.

She stirred a bit but was still out cold. Jack took the blanket and opened it next to her body. He pulled one part under her at a time and gave her something besides ice to sleep on. Next her took the doll and laid it on her stomach, putting her hands on it. Finally her old quilt covered her freezing body, “be warm my daughter.”

Jack kissed her lightly on the forehead and stayed there for a minute, trying to recall every memory of her, no matter how scarce.

“Jack…” Cassandra said lightly walking in the room. She looked at her daughter, completely taken care of. “Thank you.”

“For what may I ask?” He said turning back to her. Jack had a memory come back of her, in the tavern singing. She was wearing a small green dress…

“Taking care of her, I guess.” Cassandra kissed her forehead and took a step back. “Can I ask you a favor?”

Jack stared forwared at the opppsite wall and felt the book staring at him from behind, he could sense the magic in it. It was calling to him. He wondered if Cassandra felt them, waves of power pulsing through his room.

“Jack?” Cassandra asked as a question.

“You want to know if you can be excused from my bed tonight so you can watch over her, right?” Jack smiled and looked down at her.

“How did you know?”

“Because, I was going to do it to.” Jack kept smiling and looked at her, “I can’t believe she’s grown up to be this beautiful, I can remember her smiling face as a child, but I’d never though that she would become this vision.”

“You should probably rest, you fainted earlier today, remember, right after we were married.” Cassandra said and grew a soft wide couch of vines. Cassandra lead him over to it and sat him down beside her.

“I think I remembered why I agreed to marry you in the first place…” He said leaning back on the vines as they formed a hammock like back. “I remembered you singing in the pub, without you, Marylin would be dead, I’d be dead, and Elizabeth would have died anyway…”

“That’s always nice to know.” Cassandra laid back on Jack and fell asleep.