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Sorry this is really long I just wanted to post this altogether so... happy reading.
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JACK FROST FAN GIRLS CAN'T SAY ANYTHING LIKE, 'NO HE'S MINE' This just a story I wrote. so be nice. But other than that I appreciate all comments. Byez. Credit for base goes to: NishkaBases

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Cassandra was a very imaginative person. Some called her crazy. She was always happy, especially with Jack…

Cassandra walked through the winter woods of Pelican Rapids. Snow glistened and sparkled all around her. The chilly wind nipped at her nose. This was the first time she saw Jack.
Squish, squash, the boots under her stomped on the freezing snow. All alone out deep in the woods. Her orange-red hair was distinct against the snow. It was easy for Jack to spot her.
One slip up, one mistake. Boots slid against ice. Out of control. Flop! Cassandra slipped on the ice. Some say Jack created the ice for her to slip. So he had an excuse to help.
Jack ran and knelt down beside her. Cassandra’s big green eyes met Jack’s creamy light blue eyes. They stared into each others’ souls for a long period of time.
“Would you like some help?” Jack tenderly asked. “Yes, please. Who… who are you?” Cassandra whispered. Hesitantly Jack said, “I… I’m Jack Frost. I saw you walking,” He helped her up and brushed snow off her shoulders “You know your easy to see with that weird shaded hair.”
The young boy brushed through her hair feeling the weird color of red. “Look who’s talking. You have bluish grey hair!” Cassandra giggled. Jack stopped and stared at her hair. Feeling and admiring it’s thinness.
The young girl raised her hand to touch the boy’s hair but he backed away. “Sorry. I don’t want you to catch a cold.” Jack took back his hand and looked away. She stepped closer to him and took his hand. His hand was as cold as the snow beneath her boots. “It’s alright. Don’t be shy, I can’t do much damage I’m only ten.” She whispered.
Jack looked amazed at her hand. “You’re so… warm. Do you have a fever?” “No, no. I’m healthy. Why is the heat painful?” The little girl looked concerned. “No, it’s actually nice.”
Cassandra smiled and raised Jack’s hand. Up to her head and slowly placed his chilled palms on her cheek. Jack blushed and Cassandra was holding his hand tightly to her face so he couldn’t run away.
“Jack! Jack, Where are you?” A deep but sweet voice bellowed. “Over here Poppy!” Jack yelled. A man with a white beard appeared on a hill about twenty feet away. The man stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Jack.
Jack looked back at the girl and noticed his hand was still firmly against her cheek but she wasn’t holding it there anymore. Frost was forming along her cheek because of his palms. He quickly dropped his hand. The elderly man stomped towards Jack and grabbed his arm.
Jack was being pulled away. “Wait! Wait, I never got your name!” Jack screamed at Cassandra. “Cassandra Belling!” Jack got pulled farther and farther away.
Cassandra was out of sight and the old man and Jack were in their red buggy. “Beautiful” Jack whispered to himself as he stared intensely at his hand.
“What did you say to her? What did you do?” The man sighed. “I… I only helped her up when she fell, Mr. Kringle.” Jack looked at his feet. Mr. Kringle turned in his seat and looked at the young boy. “Don’t lie to me. I saw you touching her face.” Jack blushed and touched the window. The frost spread to every inch. Jack sighed. “I… I…after she was up I saw her hair and it was… so… different,” Mr. Kringle nodded. “And she tried to touch my hair but I backed away and she followed. The next thing I knew she was holding my hand hostage against her cheek.”
Mr. Kringle dropped his head and sighed. “Jack… when you start your job tonight don’t go looking for her, I forbid you to see her.” “But… but I’m moving out tonight and… and you can’t control me!” Jack screamed. Jack’s blue skin turned pale and his hair turned royal blue. His fingers turned to ice and a whirlwind of snow entered the car.
“Jack! Stop! You can’t see her because she’ll only hurt you!” The snow left the car and Jack returned to his normal state. Jack looked deep into the old man’s eyes. The young boy’s face was sad and blurry. A single tear leapt out of his eye and down his cheek.
Jack buried his head into Kringle’s chest. He began to sob and cry into the elderly man. Kringle wrapped his arms around the boy and patted his back. “Why… why would SHE hurt me?” Jack cried. Kringle “Oh… she wouldn’t mean to hurt you. She is just so…” “Warm?” Jack asked. “Yes. And you need to be cold and she needs to be warm. I’m sorry but that is the reason you cannot be her friend.” Jack looked up at the man and said, “Maybe we can be friends. If we just don’t touch each other. Then I could be her friend right? I mean she’s the only person other than you and Mrs. Kringle, I have seen. I wish she was my friend even if she is two years younger.”
Mr. Kringle looked out the window thinking. “Well… I guess she could be your friend. But be very, very careful. No one else should see you. Promise?” Jack backed into his seat and wiped away his tears. He raised his right hand and drew an imaginary ‘x’ over his stone cold heart.

Cassandra walked home through the deep, thick snow. Wondering if any of that was real. She stomped her boots on the mat outside before walking into the giant cabin.
Her siblings ran past her. Automatically she said, “Henry give Jim his toy, Greg give Henry back his iPod and Jim stop poking everyone.” It truly was hard living with three brothers and the only adult was her grandmother.
She took a seat in the closet and began to draw the amazingly perfect friend she had seen. She slowly made her way to her bed and fell asleep with the window slightly open.

Jack hopped high into the air and blew frost on every window. There was still some time left before sun rise. He ran home and changed into his thin red coat and jeans. Only three minutes left. Jack ran as fast as his legs could carry him and he looked for houses around where he had seen Cassandra.
He finally spotted a very large cabin and looked through every window. In the loft he saw her gently sleeping. The boy noticed the window was open and slipped through.
He approached her with caution. Finally he sat next to her on the bed, touching her silky hair. ‘What an interesting shade’ Jack thought.
He heard the creak of stairs. Someone was coming towards Cassandra’s room. Jack looked around and found only the closet to hide in. He dove inside as the elderly women entered.
“Wake up Chick Pea, I’m leaving. You have to make breakfast.” The women said while shaking the little girl. “I don’t get why I have to. I’m the youngest.” “Yes but I DON’T want the house burned down, so that’s why you make breakfast.” Cassandra rolled over and whispered, “Fine.”
The old lady left the room and Jack decided now was not a good time to be looking at Cassandra. He looked around the closet for something to do when he found her notebook. He flipped to the first page and there was an adorable picture of him.
“Aw…” the boy said. He covered his mouth and heard the girl walking towards him. ‘no, no, no!’ he thought. Jack closed his eyes and hoped for the best. “Hi, Jack, right?” The girl whispered. He peeked open one eye and said, “Yeah, I’m Jack. And you’re Cassandra, right?” “Yep. Come on the boys don’t get up too early but just in case come with me.”
Jack followed her down the hallway into a master bathroom. Cassandra searched through the drawer and pulled out a tan liquid in a bottle. “Here we are. Alright, first we have to hide your skin tone.” Jack walked over and looked into the mirror. She poured the liquid onto a cloth and smeared it across his cheek. “Close your eyes.” Cassandra demanded. Jack shut his eyes and she spread the gunk over his eyelids and all over his face. “Done. Now I’ll go get some gloves to hide your hands.”
Cassandra walked out of the room and Jack stared at the reflection that resembled a human boy. He looked tan, no longer baby blue. Cassandra ran back and handed the gloves to him. Jack slid the thin green gloves over and onto his hands.
They walked into the kitchen and Cassandra started to make pancakes. “What do you want for breakfast, Frost?” “Um… do you have any cereal?” he asked. “Yeah, you want chocolate squares or sugared wheat?” she asked. “Uh… chocolate squares.” Cassandra slid the bowl, milk, spoon, and cereal box over to Jack.
“Who’s that?” Henry asked while still on the stairs. He was followed by Jim and Greg. “Oh, um he’s… my new friend I met him yesterday… Drop the weapons.” Cassandra demanded. Henry’s oak baseball bat, Greg’s golf club and Jim’s scissors hit the floor with a thud. Jack opened his eyes wide with surprise.
Still unsure, the boys made their way to the table. They sped up when she placed the pancakes onto the cherry wood table. “So… What is it you want- I mean how did you meet our little sister.” Henry asked while studying Jack. “Well, I… I was down by the creek and I heard someone moan. Cassandra had slipped on the ice and I helped her up. That’s pretty much it.” Greg and Jim were inhaling their food.
Henry turned to Cassandra, “May I speak to you privately?” Cassandra rolled her eyes and walked into the next room. “I don’t like this boy. He seems shady. I want you to get him to leave.” “No, he is my friend and you never tell your friends to leave. He’s staying,” Cassandra sighed, “Look, I know you want to protect me but I’m fine. Why don’t you just go count up your gifts from you fourteenth birthday party. That way you don’t have to be bothered by him.” And with that she stormed back into the kitchen.
Greg and Jim were no where to be found and Jack was doing the dishes with ice water. “Oh, Jack… I’ll wash the dishes. You’re a guest.” “No, I insist.” Jack retaliated. “Alright, I’ll wash you dry. She dipped her hands into the freezing water and shivered. Jack looked at her with a saddening expression. ‘Maybe Chris was wrong. I’m probably more likely to hurt her.’ He thought.
Henry was leaning up against the wall watching Jack’s every move. ‘I don’t trust him. Something is off about him but I can’t put my finger on it.’ Henry thought.
When they finished the little girl ran to the door and Jack slowly followed. Jack watched Cassandra put on all the layers of coats and snow stuff. Henry watched Jack watch Cassandra. ‘I swear, it’s like he’s messing with her to get what most boys want.’ Henry shuttered at his own thought. ‘Maybe I’m hurting both of them by being here. Cassandra keeps shuttering and so does her brother.’ Jack thought.
“Alright, I’m ready.” Cassandra whipped open the door and ran outside. Jack stumbled after her. They ran around for a while and finally built a snow man by the sliding glass doors. Perfect place for Henry to monitor them. ‘I really hope he leaves before I have to use the toilet. Wait a minute.’ Henry thought.
Cassandra and Jack were throwing snowballs at each other. ‘His skin is patchy blue/tan! I can’t stand it any longer!’ And with that thought Henry stormed out of the house with no coat. “Henry! You’ll catch a cold!” Cassandra scolded.
Henry didn’t care and plowed through the snow until he got to Jack. Jack was much shorter than him. Henry lifted Jack into the air by his chest. “Henry put him down!” Cassandra screamed as she ran towards her brother.
Henry put his hand on Jack’s terrified face and started to wipe off the tan liquid. Now, most of Jack’s face was clearly blue. Henry dropped Jack and Henry fell backwards. Jack began to cry on the ground. “WHAT!? HE’S NOT EVEN HUMAN! CASSANDRA RUN!” Henry yelled. But Cassandra went to Jack and tried to help him up but he ran into the woods.
Cassandra looked to Henry who was stunned at what he had seen and she began to cry angry tears. “WHY WON’T YOU LET ME HAVE FRIENDS?” Cassandra cried at Henry. “No, I want you to have friends just… not him.” Cassandra began to run into the woods where Jack had ran. She tripped over a rock and fell to the ground. She sobbed and sobbed.
Jack saw her and watched from behind a tree. ‘I guess I’m too dangerous.’ Jack sighed. “I’ll leave you alone now and forever.” Jack whispered and was off with the chilled wind.

“Cassandra! Cass! Cass! Where are you?” The three boys screamed. Their Saint Bernard, Frank, was barking madly and getting closer to the little sobbing girl.
Greg, Henry, Jim and Frank stopped right before the clearing in the woods. Cassandra was sitting in the middle of the clearing with her face in her hands crying madly.
Henry slowly approached her. As he touched her shoulder she looked up, tears still streaming from her face. At the sight of him, she stumbled to her feet and tripped over the rock again.
“Come on Cass, let’s go home.” Henry whispered. Cassandra began to back away from him and said, “No. I don’t want to go home to a place where I have no friends and I clean and cook all alone. I want Jack. I want Jack to stay with us.” Henry sat beside her and said, “I don’t think he was real. I think, Jack was just our imaginations. He wasn’t really there.” “But… but you touched him. You know he is real!” Cassandra yelled. “I was just tired, none of that really happened. I bet you just thought it happened and ran into the woods.” He stated.
And with that he pulled him and Cassandra to their feet. Cassandra began to run again this time avoiding the rock. Henry ran after her and takled her to the icy hard ground. “Get off of me! I hate you!” Cass screamed. “I’m not playing around anymore! I’m not going to let you freeze out here!” “Jack would have been nicer to me and he would protect me from the cold!” “I told you he’s not real!” Henry said as he dragged Cass back to the house.
Greg, Jim and even Frank’s eyes were wide open with surprise at the two children’s hostility towards each other. Everyone walked home in silence, except for the little girl who was dragged away whispering to herself, “He is real. I know he is.”

“YOU DID WHAT!?!” Chris screamed. “Let the boy talk, Kringle!” Mrs. Kringle said. “I.. I…” Jack began to cry again. Kringle slapped Jack across the face. “THEY SAW YOU? THEY SAW YOU?” Kringle screamed. “Yes but I was in disguise and when I wasn’t… point is when I ran… The oldest brother said I was just a figment of their imagination! So there is no harm done!” Jack retaliated. “No, no. Sweetie do you agree with me?” Chris said to his wife Mrs. Kringle. “Sadly… yes,” Mrs. Kringle sighed.
“What?” Jack asked. “If you see her again and I mean other than frosting her window, I will take measures into my own hands.” Chris said as he walked into his room and slammed the door.
Jack ran out the door and cried.

Dear Diary,

It has been five years since I have seen Jack. But Every day I search for him. I can’t get very far though. I keep trying to convince Henry he is real. But only last year to this day he sends me to therapy and of course to Henry, it has not worked. He thinks I am still insane.
Every time I find a dandelion, a shooting star, or when I stay up until 11:11 pm I wish for Jack to come back to me. I still have not had a friend. Henry keeps introducing me to kids my age but I won’t be their friend. I told him until Jack comes back I won’t be anyone else’s friend. Please Frost, come back to me.

Love, Cass

‘I see her every night. I slip into her room and feel her wonderful hair. She has grown up so fast. I only hope Chris doesn’t find out. Even though I see her everyday I still miss her. I miss her cute giggle. Her warm touch. And most of all those emerald eyes. I read her diary only to see if she still believes in me. I want her to know I’m still her friend.’ Jack wrote on a piece of paper and slipped it into his pocket.
Jack was taller than Henry now and had broad shoulders. He still had the same hair cut, all tussled. Before he left he kissed Cassandra one more time on the head and slipped out the window. He ran home and put the slip of paper in the pile he had written every time he had been to his friend’s house. Now it was time for him to sleep.
As Jack slept cuddling a doll that belonged to Cassandra, Chris Kringle came into his room and looked for evidence. He couldn’t take the doll, Jack always had it with him. After five years to this day he finally found all the evidence he needed.
“Wake up Jack!” Chris yelled. “Five more minutes,” Jack moaned and rolled over. Chris pushed him onto the floor. “Huh? Oh, it’s you Mr. Kringle.” Jack rose to his feet and hid the doll behind his back. “I know, Jack,” Mr. Kringle smiled. Jack scratched his head and innocently said, “You know what?” “I know that you have still been seeing that girl!” Chris bellowed, “And now I have enough evidence to take matters into my own hands.”
“No, please! I won’t let you!” Jack screamed and he ran out the door. The seventeen year old kept running until he got to the large cabin. He knocked furiously on the door. Henry answered the door with his eyes wide open. “You have to listen to me. Cassandra is in danger.” Jack pleaded. “I know.” Henry said and whacked Jack with the baseball bat.

Jack woke up tied to a chair with Henry, Frank, Jim and Greg watching him. “Where am I?” The tied up teen asked. Henry rose to his feet and walked towards the boy. “You’re in our basement. And you were right Cassie is in danger, in danger of believing you exist,” Henry said. He circled the terrified teen. “But I’m real.” “I know you are. We all know but Cass can’t hide her beliefs like us. You see we convinced everyone she was crazy so that she’s not in danger of your presence.”
“Please. You have to listen to me. Chris… he’s going to… I can’t let him. I have to be free so I can save her!” Jack pleaded. “Oh, Jack. No one is going to hurt her. You just want to see her again don’t you.” Henry whispered as he grabbed Jack’s chin and lifted it up so Jack had to look into his eyes.
“no. no. She really is in danger. Wait if you’re all here. Then who’s with Cassandra!?” Jack screamed. “Oh, poor clueless Jack. She’s out looking for you. Just like every day.” Henry said. “NO! You have to go find her or… or Chris will!” Jack yelled.
There was a scream off in the distance. A female scream. “I told you! Now it’s too late! He has found her!” Jack cried. “Greg go look for her, take Frank and Jim with you. Bring your weapons. I’ll meet up with you.” Henry said.
The two boys and the dog ran out the door. Jack was crying. Henry tied Jack’s hands and feet together and untied him from the chair. Jack flopped on the floor. He was inching up the stairs. The nineteen year old scooped up Jack and threw him over his shoulder.
Henry ran out the door while carrying Jack. “Greg! Where are you?” He yelled. Jack was still sobbing. Henry stopped dead in his tracks. In the same clearing, Greg and Jim were crying. They were down on their knees and Frank was hanging his head.
Henry ran up to them and was screaming, “What happened? Where is she?” Henry dropped Jack into the snow. Greg handed him a note by the rock where Cassandra had fallen so many years ago.
‘You have Jack. I have Cassandra. They must be separated. For good. Jack must survive, he brings winter. Everything will die if he dies without a kin. I am sorry for your loss. I must… kill Cassandra. Before Jack kills himself. Once she is gone for good he’ll go back to his senses and the world will be saved. I will do the duty tomorrow at sunset do not try to find me.’
Henry broke down to tears. He dropped the note on the ground. Jack inched over to the note and read it. Jack cried loudly. After Jack stopped crying he said, “Well? Come on we have to find her!” “No. All we can do is protect you from yourself.” Jim said. “I don’t know maybe we could use that to our advantage,” Henry slyly stated. “Do you know where he lives?” Henry asked Jack. “Yes. But we must hurry.”
Henry scooped up Jack. “Aren’t you two coming?” Henry asked. “No. We know how this will end you are on your own.” And with that Greg, Jim and Frank walked back to the house.
“Why can’t you untie me? We would go faster.” Jack said. “Because I still don’t trust you and because if that Chris guy sees you untied he’ll kill her today.” Henry said while running. “Take a right. Then continue running and we’ll get there in ten minutes.

Henry spotted the cabin and placed Jack on the ground. “Do you have any paper or a pen?” Henry asked. “I always do. But let me get it. Untie me and then once I get it you can tie me back up.” “Why? Can’t I grab it?” Henry asked. Jack raised his eyebrows and looked at his back pocket. “Oh…” Henry untied him and Jack handed him the paper and pen. Henry tied Jack back up and placed the paper on Jack’s back. Henry wrote,
‘No. You won’t kill Cassandra. I used to think they should be apart but now I see the truth. If you kill her Jack dies. I will personally see to it my self. You will meet me at the clearing tonight at midnight, bring the girl. And if you don’t… well let’s just say Jack won’t be breathing anymore.’
Henry scooped up Jack and slipped the note under the door. Henry walked home carrying Jack.
“You… you know I… Aren’t you cold?” Jack asked. “Of course I’m cold I don’t have a jacket and you’re as cold as an ice cube!” Henry said. “Sorry, but I’m just getting over heated. Your body heat is too much for me to handle. Can we take a break? It’s too warm inside your house.” Jack whined. “Alright, but just for a while.” Henry said while placing Jack on the ground.
“May I ask, what is your plan to get Cassie back?” the seventeen year old asked. Henry sighed. “Well… I’ll bring you to the clearing and hopefully he brings Cass and we’ll do a trade. If he won’t trade or he doesn’t bring her or even if he never shows up I’ll have to… shoot you with the rifle. Hopefully it won’t come to that.”
The nineteen year old began to shiver and wouldn’t stop. His teeth chattered and his nose turned pink. Jack looked sorry for him and hopped to get branches. Once Jack had collected enough he crawled over to the boy and began to rub some sticks together. The twigs exploded into a roaring fire.
It was too hot for Jack so he crawled far away from it. Henry warmed his hands. And once he was done he rose and kicked snow onto the fire. It went out immediately. The young man walked over to the tied up teen and scooped him up. They began to walk home again.

“AH!!!!!” Mrs. Kringle wailed when she read the note. “Chris! Leave that poor girl alone and come here! Right NOW!” “What, what is it?” Chris said as he stumbled into the room. “This note says if you kill the girl they’ll kill my precious baby! It also says you have to bring the girl to the clearing at midnight or they’ll kill him!” Mrs. Kringle began to cry.
“I’ll go to the clearing and see what I can do.” Mr. Kringle hugged his wife.
“HELP!!! HELP!!!” Cassandra wailed. Mrs. Kringle walked into the room. Cass screamed. “Shhh… be quiet. You only have to stay here until midnight. Then your brother and Jack will meet you at the clearing in the woods. Hopefully your brother will trade Jack for you. And then this will be all over.” She said in a sweet voice as she tied a scarf around Cassie’s mouth. “There. Isn’t that better?” She said and walked out of the room.

“What time is it?” Jack asked with fear in his voice. “It’s three minutes till midnight.” Henry said. Jack gulped. They were standing on one side of the clearing. Jack’s legs were free but his hands were tied. Henry was carrying his shot gun.
Beep, beep. Henry’s watched chimed. It was midnight. Chris walked out on the other side of the clearing with Cassandra. Her hands were tied and there was a scarf tied around her mouth.
Henry raised the shot gun at Jack and said, “I’ll trade you Jack for her,” Henry said motioning to Cass. “Send her over.” “How about we send them both over at the same time?” the sly old man suggested. “Alright.” Henry said as he poked Jack’s spine so he’d move towards the old man. Cassie looked back at Kringle and he nodded. She walked towards her brother.
Jack and Cass met in the middle and they both stopped. Jack raised his bonded hands and pulled the scarf down and off of Cassandra’s mouth. Cass began to cry and she lifted her arms over his head and pulled him up tight against her. “I missed you so much. Don’t leave me again.” The girl whispered wither hands tied behind Jack’s back. “I’m not goning to leave you, ever again.” The seventeen year old lifted his hands over her head and he grabbed her back. He lifted her onto his shoulder and turned around running. Jack carried Cassandra and he ran back to the cabin. Henry opened the door and they ran inside. The elderly man was right behind them.
Henry locked the door and untied their hands. Thump. Through the chimney the old man entered the house. Cassandra was holding onto Jack and Henry aimed his shot gun. “Now I don’t want trouble. I just want to protect Jack.” The man said. “NO! I won’t let you take him. I waited five years to see him again and now you want to take him away?!” “Jack, don’t you see she’s hurting you? Look!” Cass let go of Jack’s arm and his skin was purple. Cass touched his hand and it turned purple too. But after a few seconds his arm and hand turn back to it’s blue color.
“Is it true? Am I really hurting you?” Cassandra asked. “No… it only hurts a little. Do I hurt you?” “No, I only stutter it’s just cold is all.” Cassandra replied. “If I’m hurting you even the slightest bit you should go with him. It will be hard but I’ll live without you.” Cassandra shed a single tear. Jack raised her chin with his hand so that his eyes met her eyes. He winced when he touched her. “I’m not going to leave you… ever.”
With that he lowered his head and kissed Cassandra. He lifted his head and looked at her. His lips were purple and then faded back to blue.
“That’s real sweet and all but Jack remember what I told you? She has to stay warm and you have to stay cold. If you’re together she’ll die of hypothermia and you’ll die of a fever.” Kringle said. “You two will just kill each other. I’m sorry.”
“Well, you also said he can’t die without kin or everything dies. So if they had a child there would be no mad dash looking for a bride when he is thirty. All the court needs for them to get married now is the parent or guardians permission. And since I’m Cassandra’s guardian I will give permission. Does Jack have parents?” Henry asked.
“Well of course! I’m his father and Mrs. Kringle is his mother. I will not give permission.” Mr. Kringle said. “Well, father, if you don’t give permission now I’ll just marry her when I’m eighteen. Then I don’t need permission.” Jack quickly stated. “Wait, wait. Are you proposing?” Cassandra asked to Jack. “Well, until either my dad give permission or You turn eighteen the best I can do is promise.” Jack drew an imaginary ‘x’ over his heart.
Chris’ eyes opened wide, because Jack had broke a promise once in his life. “Fine! I’ll give my permission. When’s the wedding?” Cassandra hopped up and down with glee. She hugged Jack and quickly jumped away from him. Jack’s neck and upper arms were purple. He winced. “Sorry.” She said. “It’s alright… my dangerous fiancé.” Cass squealed with glee again.

The snow fell lightly on the ground. It was the first day of winter. About a year ago Jack had proposed and now he was eighteen and she was sixteen. They had went through court and today was their planned wedding day.
It was going to be a small wedding. Just Jack’s friends and family alongside Cassie’s family. There was only supposed to be eleven people. But once the town found out everyone came. Every row was filled. Jack was outside with Henry. Jack was very nervous. “Oh, calm down. All you have to do is recite whatever the priest tells you to and say ‘I do’. Just calm down you’ll be fine.” Henry said. Henry walked back inside. “Alright, I can do this. I can do this. Jack adjusted his tie and walked inside.

“I don’t know… Do I look alright?” Cassie asked Jim’s girlfriend, Daisy. “You look amazing.” Said Greg’s girl friend, Haley. Haley, Daisy and Henry’s girlfriend, Rachel were all dressed up in sparkling blue dresses. Cassandra was dressed in an elegant, long dress that had lace sleeves. Her hair was in a ponytail which wasn’t very long since Cassie had cut her hair. She grabbed her flowers out of the refrigerator and began to pace back and forth. The flowers were red roses that Jack had personally frosted.
“It’s time to go ladies.” Mrs. Kringle said.

Jack was standing at the alter. Daisy and Jim walked down first. Then Haley and Greg. Rachel walked by herself down the aisle. The music stated to play. Everyone turned to see Jack’s bride. Henry was walking her down the aisle. Her bobtail bounced as she walked. Jack’s eyes widened. ‘She looks amazing. How am I so lucky?’ Jack thought.
Henry gave Cassandra’s hand to Jack. “Do you give Cassandra Belling to this man to cherish for the rest of his life?” The priest asked Henry. “Yes.” Henry walked over to Greg and stood beside him.
The rest of what the priest said the couple didn’t hear. They were staring into each others’ eyes. “Do you, Jack Frost, take this woman to cherish and to treasure for the rest of your life, through sickness and in health, until death do you part?” “I do.” Jack said not straying from Cassandra’s emerald eyes. “And do you, Cassandra Belling, take this man to cherish and to treasure for the rest of your life, through sickness and in health, until death do you part?” “Why else would I be here? So, yes I do.” The entire church laughed.
The priest closed the bible and said, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Jack leaned down to kiss Cassandra but she swung him down and leaned over Jack and kissed him. The congregation whooped and cheered.
After she let go Jack his lips neck was purple. The congregation went quiet. “Why is he purple now?” Someone said. Cassandra giggled and Jack scooped her up and over his shoulder. They giggled and laughed as they let the church. Everyone followed still confused. Jack set her down and she turned her back to the groups of girls waiting for her to throw the bouquet. Cassie threw the bouquet over the girls heads and Henry caught it. When she turned to see her brother with the flowers she laughed. ‘I just gave the kiss of death to my brother.’ She thought with a smile. “So… where you want to go now, Mrs. Frost?” Jack asked with honey in his voice. “Somewhere cold.” Cassandra said. “You got it. And Jack jumped into the limousine and Mrs. Frost followed. As the limousine drove away the snowflakes thickened.

The End

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Sorry this is really long I just wanted to post this altogether so... happy reading.
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JACK FROST FAN GIRLS CAN'T SAY ANYTHING LIKE, 'NO HE'S MINE' This just a story I wrote. so be nice. But other than that I appreciate all comments. Byez. Credit for base goes to: NishkaBases

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Cassandra was a very imaginative person. Some called her crazy. She was always happy, especially with Jack…

Cassandra walked through the winter woods of Pelican Rapids. Snow glistened and sparkled all around her. The chilly wind nipped at her nose. This was the first time she saw Jack.
Squish, squash, the boots under her stomped on the freezing snow. All alone out deep in the woods. Her orange-red hair was distinct against the snow. It was easy for Jack to spot her.
One slip up, one mistake. Boots slid against ice. Out of control. Flop! Cassandra slipped on the ice. Some say Jack created the ice for her to slip. So he had an excuse to help.
Jack ran and knelt down beside her. Cassandra’s big green eyes met Jack’s creamy light blue eyes. They stared into each others’ souls for a long period of time.
“Would you like some help?” Jack tenderly asked. “Yes, please. Who… who are you?” Cassandra whispered. Hesitantly Jack said, “I… I’m Jack Frost. I saw you walking,” He helped her up and brushed snow off her shoulders “You know your easy to see with that weird shaded hair.”
The young boy brushed through her hair feeling the weird color of red. “Look who’s talking. You have bluish grey hair!” Cassandra giggled. Jack stopped and stared at her hair. Feeling and admiring it’s thinness.
The young girl raised her hand to touch the boy’s hair but he backed away. “Sorry. I don’t want you to catch a cold.” Jack took back his hand and looked away. She stepped closer to him and took his hand. His hand was as cold as the snow beneath her boots. “It’s alright. Don’t be shy, I can’t do much damage I’m only ten.” She whispered.
Jack looked amazed at her hand. “You’re so… warm. Do you have a fever?” “No, no. I’m healthy. Why is the heat painful?” The little girl looked concerned. “No, it’s actually nice.”
Cassandra smiled and raised Jack’s hand. Up to her head and slowly placed his chilled palms on her cheek. Jack blushed and Cassandra was holding his hand tightly to her face so he couldn’t run away.
“Jack! Jack, Where are you?” A deep but sweet voice bellowed. “Over here Poppy!” Jack yelled. A man with a white beard appeared on a hill about twenty feet away. The man stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Jack.
Jack looked back at the girl and noticed his hand was still firmly against her cheek but she wasn’t holding it there anymore. Frost was forming along her cheek because of his palms. He quickly dropped his hand. The elderly man stomped towards Jack and grabbed his arm.
Jack was being pulled away. “Wait! Wait, I never got your name!” Jack screamed at Cassandra. “Cassandra Belling!” Jack got pulled farther and farther away.
Cassandra was out of sight and the old man and Jack were in their red buggy. “Beautiful” Jack whispered to himself as he stared intensely at his hand.
“What did you say to her? What did you do?” The man sighed. “I… I only helped her up when she fell, Mr. Kringle.” Jack looked at his feet. Mr. Kringle turned in his seat and looked at the young boy. “Don’t lie to me. I saw you touching her face.” Jack blushed and touched the window. The frost spread to every inch. Jack sighed. “I… I…after she was up I saw her hair and it was… so… different,” Mr. Kringle nodded. “And she tried to touch my hair but I backed away and she followed. The next thing I knew she was holding my hand hostage against her cheek.”
Mr. Kringle dropped his head and sighed. “Jack… when you start your job tonight don’t go looking for her, I forbid you to see her.” “But… but I’m moving out tonight and… and you can’t control me!” Jack screamed. Jack’s blue skin turned pale and his hair turned royal blue. His fingers turned to ice and a whirlwind of snow entered the car.
“Jack! Stop! You can’t see her because she’ll only hurt you!” The snow left the car and Jack returned to his normal state. Jack looked deep into the old man’s eyes. The young boy’s face was sad and blurry. A single tear leapt out of his eye and down his cheek.
Jack buried his head into Kringle’s chest. He began to sob and cry into the elderly man. Kringle wrapped his arms around the boy and patted his back. “Why… why would SHE hurt me?” Jack cried. Kringle “Oh… she wouldn’t mean to hurt you. She is just so…” “Warm?” Jack asked. “Yes. And you need to be cold and she needs to be warm. I’m sorry but that is the reason you cannot be her friend.” Jack looked up at the man and said, “Maybe we can be friends. If we just don’t touch each other. Then I could be her friend right? I mean she’s the only person other than you and Mrs. Kringle, I have seen. I wish she was my friend even if she is two years younger.”
Mr. Kringle looked out the window thinking. “Well… I guess she could be your friend. But be very, very careful. No one else should see you. Promise?” Jack backed into his seat and wiped away his tears. He raised his right hand and drew an imaginary ‘x’ over his stone cold heart.

Cassandra walked home through the deep, thick snow. Wondering if any of that was real. She stomped her boots on the mat outside before walking into the giant cabin.
Her siblings ran past her. Automatically she said, “Henry give Jim his toy, Greg give Henry back his iPod and Jim stop poking everyone.” It truly was hard living with three brothers and the only adult was her grandmother.
She took a seat in the closet and began to draw the amazingly perfect friend she had seen. She slowly made her way to her bed and fell asleep with the window slightly open.

Jack hopped high into the air and blew frost on every window. There was still some time left before sun rise. He ran home and changed into his thin red coat and jeans. Only three minutes left. Jack ran as fast as his legs could carry him and he looked for houses around where he had seen Cassandra.
He finally spotted a very large cabin and looked through every window. In the loft he saw her gently sleeping. The boy noticed the window was open and slipped through.
He approached her with caution. Finally he sat next to her on the bed, touching her silky hair. ‘What an interesting shade’ Jack thought.
He heard the creak of stairs. Someone was coming towards Cassandra’s room. Jack looked around and found only the closet to hide in. He dove inside as the elderly women entered.
“Wake up Chick Pea, I’m leaving. You have to make breakfast.” The women said while shaking the little girl. “I don’t get why I have to. I’m the youngest.” “Yes but I DON’T want the house burned down, so that’s why you make breakfast.” Cassandra rolled over and whispered, “Fine.”
The old lady left the room and Jack decided now was not a good time to be looking at Cassandra. He looked around the closet for something to do when he found her notebook. He flipped to the first page and there was an adorable picture of him.
“Aw…” the boy said. He covered his mouth and heard the girl walking towards him. ‘no, no, no!’ he thought. Jack closed his eyes and hoped for the best. “Hi, Jack, right?” The girl whispered. He peeked open one eye and said, “Yeah, I’m Jack. And you’re Cassandra, right?” “Yep. Come on the boys don’t get up too early but just in case come with me.”
Jack followed her down the hallway into a master bathroom. Cassandra searched through the drawer and pulled out a tan liquid in a bottle. “Here we are. Alright, first we have to hide your skin tone.” Jack walked over and looked into the mirror. She poured the liquid onto a cloth and smeared it across his cheek. “Close your eyes.” Cassandra demanded. Jack shut his eyes and she spread the gunk over his eyelids and all over his face. “Done. Now I’ll go get some gloves to hide your hands.”
Cassandra walked out of the room and Jack stared at the reflection that resembled a human boy. He looked tan, no longer baby blue. Cassandra ran back and handed the gloves to him. Jack slid the thin green gloves over and onto his hands.
They walked into the kitchen and Cassandra started to make pancakes. “What do you want for breakfast, Frost?” “Um… do you have any cereal?” he asked. “Yeah, you want chocolate squares or sugared wheat?” she asked. “Uh… chocolate squares.” Cassandra slid the bowl, milk, spoon, and cereal box over to Jack.
“Who’s that?” Henry asked while still on the stairs. He was followed by Jim and Greg. “Oh, um he’s… my new friend I met him yesterday… Drop the weapons.” Cassandra demanded. Henry’s oak baseball bat, Greg’s golf club and Jim’s scissors hit the floor with a thud. Jack opened his eyes wide with surprise.
Still unsure, the boys made their way to the table. They sped up when she placed the pancakes onto the cherry wood table. “So… What is it you want- I mean how did you meet our little sister.” Henry asked while studying Jack. “Well, I… I was down by the creek and I heard someone moan. Cassandra had slipped on the ice and I helped her up. That’s pretty much it.” Greg and Jim were inhaling their food.
Henry turned to Cassandra, “May I speak to you privately?” Cassandra rolled her eyes and walked into the next room. “I don’t like this boy. He seems shady. I want you to get him to leave.” “No, he is my friend and you never tell your friends to leave. He’s staying,” Cassandra sighed, “Look, I know you want to protect me but I’m fine. Why don’t you just go count up your gifts from you fourteenth birthday party. That way you don’t have to be bothered by him.” And with that she stormed back into the kitchen.
Greg and Jim were no where to be found and Jack was doing the dishes with ice water. “Oh, Jack… I’ll wash the dishes. You’re a guest.” “No, I insist.” Jack retaliated. “Alright, I’ll wash you dry. She dipped her hands into the freezing water and shivered. Jack looked at her with a saddening expression. ‘Maybe Chris was wrong. I’m probably more likely to hurt her.’ He thought.
Henry was leaning up against the wall watching Jack’s every move. ‘I don’t trust him. Something is off about him but I can’t put my finger on it.’ Henry thought.
When they finished the little girl ran to the door and Jack slowly followed. Jack watched Cassandra put on all the layers of coats and snow stuff. Henry watched Jack watch Cassandra. ‘I swear, it’s like he’s messing with her to get what most boys want.’ Henry shuttered at his own thought. ‘Maybe I’m hurting both of them by being here. Cassandra keeps shuttering and so does her brother.’ Jack thought.
“Alright, I’m ready.” Cassandra whipped open the door and ran outside. Jack stumbled after her. They ran around for a while and finally built a snow man by the sliding glass doors. Perfect place for Henry to monitor them. ‘I really hope he leaves before I have to use the toilet. Wait a minute.’ Henry thought.
Cassandra and Jack were throwing snowballs at each other. ‘His skin is patchy blue/tan! I can’t stand it any longer!’ And with that thought Henry stormed out of the house with no coat. “Henry! You’ll catch a cold!” Cassandra scolded.
Henry didn’t care and plowed through the snow until he got to Jack. Jack was much shorter than him. Henry lifted Jack into the air by his chest. “Henry put him down!” Cassandra screamed as she ran towards her brother.
Henry put his hand on Jack’s terrified face and started to wipe off the tan liquid. Now, most of Jack’s face was clearly blue. Henry dropped Jack and Henry fell backwards. Jack began to cry on the ground. “WHAT!? HE’S NOT EVEN HUMAN! CASSANDRA RUN!” Henry yelled. But Cassandra went to Jack and tried to help him up but he ran into the woods.
Cassandra looked to Henry who was stunned at what he had seen and she began to cry angry tears. “WHY WON’T YOU LET ME HAVE FRIENDS?” Cassandra cried at Henry. “No, I want you to have friends just… not him.” Cassandra began to run into the woods where Jack had ran. She tripped over a rock and fell to the ground. She sobbed and sobbed.
Jack saw her and watched from behind a tree. ‘I guess I’m too dangerous.’ Jack sighed. “I’ll leave you alone now and forever.” Jack whispered and was off with the chilled wind.

“Cassandra! Cass! Cass! Where are you?” The three boys screamed. Their Saint Bernard, Frank, was barking madly and getting closer to the little sobbing girl.
Greg, Henry, Jim and Frank stopped right before the clearing in the woods. Cassandra was sitting in the middle of the clearing with her face in her hands crying madly.
Henry slowly approached her. As he touched her shoulder she looked up, tears still streaming from her face. At the sight of him, she stumbled to her feet and tripped over the rock again.
“Come on Cass, let’s go home.” Henry whispered. Cassandra began to back away from him and said, “No. I don’t want to go home to a place where I have no friends and I clean and cook all alone. I want Jack. I want Jack to stay with us.” Henry sat beside her and said, “I don’t think he was real. I think, Jack was just our imaginations. He wasn’t really there.” “But… but you touched him. You know he is real!” Cassandra yelled. “I was just tired, none of that really happened. I bet you just thought it happened and ran into the woods.” He stated.
And with that he pulled him and Cassandra to their feet. Cassandra began to run again this time avoiding the rock. Henry ran after her and takled her to the icy hard ground. “Get off of me! I hate you!” Cass screamed. “I’m not playing around anymore! I’m not going to let you freeze out here!” “Jack would have been nicer to me and he would protect me from the cold!” “I told you he’s not real!” Henry said as he dragged Cass back to the house.
Greg, Jim and even Frank’s eyes were wide open with surprise at the two children’s hostility towards each other. Everyone walked home in silence, except for the little girl who was dragged away whispering to herself, “He is real. I know he is.”

“YOU DID WHAT!?!” Chris screamed. “Let the boy talk, Kringle!” Mrs. Kringle said. “I.. I…” Jack began to cry again. Kringle slapped Jack across the face. “THEY SAW YOU? THEY SAW YOU?” Kringle screamed. “Yes but I was in disguise and when I wasn’t… point is when I ran… The oldest brother said I was just a figment of their imagination! So there is no harm done!” Jack retaliated. “No, no. Sweetie do you agree with me?” Chris said to his wife Mrs. Kringle. “Sadly… yes,” Mrs. Kringle sighed.
“What?” Jack asked. “If you see her again and I mean other than frosting her window, I will take measures into my own hands.” Chris said as he walked into his room and slammed the door.
Jack ran out the door and cried.

Dear Diary,

It has been five years since I have seen Jack. But Every day I search for him. I can’t get very far though. I keep trying to convince Henry he is real. But only last year to this day he sends me to therapy and of course to Henry, it has not worked. He thinks I am still insane.
Every time I find a dandelion, a shooting star, or when I stay up until 11:11 pm I wish for Jack to come back to me. I still have not had a friend. Henry keeps introducing me to kids my age but I won’t be their friend. I told him until Jack comes back I won’t be anyone else’s friend. Please Frost, come back to me.

Love, Cass

‘I see her every night. I slip into her room and feel her wonderful hair. She has grown up so fast. I only hope Chris doesn’t find out. Even though I see her everyday I still miss her. I miss her cute giggle. Her warm touch. And most of all those emerald eyes. I read her diary only to see if she still believes in me. I want her to know I’m still her friend.’ Jack wrote on a piece of paper and slipped it into his pocket.
Jack was taller than Henry now and had broad shoulders. He still had the same hair cut, all tussled. Before he left he kissed Cassandra one more time on the head and slipped out the window. He ran home and put the slip of paper in the pile he had written every time he had been to his friend’s house. Now it was time for him to sleep.
As Jack slept cuddling a doll that belonged to Cassandra, Chris Kringle came into his room and looked for evidence. He couldn’t take the doll, Jack always had it with him. After five years to this day he finally found all the evidence he needed.
“Wake up Jack!” Chris yelled. “Five more minutes,” Jack moaned and rolled over. Chris pushed him onto the floor. “Huh? Oh, it’s you Mr. Kringle.” Jack rose to his feet and hid the doll behind his back. “I know, Jack,” Mr. Kringle smiled. Jack scratched his head and innocently said, “You know what?” “I know that you have still been seeing that girl!” Chris bellowed, “And now I have enough evidence to take matters into my own hands.”
“No, please! I won’t let you!” Jack screamed and he ran out the door. The seventeen year old kept running until he got to the large cabin. He knocked furiously on the door. Henry answered the door with his eyes wide open. “You have to listen to me. Cassandra is in danger.” Jack pleaded. “I know.” Henry said and whacked Jack with the baseball bat.

Jack woke up tied to a chair with Henry, Frank, Jim and Greg watching him. “Where am I?” The tied up teen asked. Henry rose to his feet and walked towards the boy. “You’re in our basement. And you were right Cassie is in danger, in danger of believing you exist,” Henry said. He circled the terrified teen. “But I’m real.” “I know you are. We all know but Cass can’t hide her beliefs like us. You see we convinced everyone she was crazy so that she’s not in danger of your presence.”
“Please. You have to listen to me. Chris… he’s going to… I can’t let him. I have to be free so I can save her!” Jack pleaded. “Oh, Jack. No one is going to hurt her. You just want to see her again don’t you.” Henry whispered as he grabbed Jack’s chin and lifted it up so Jack had to look into his eyes.
“no. no. She really is in danger. Wait if you’re all here. Then who’s with Cassandra!?” Jack screamed. “Oh, poor clueless Jack. She’s out looking for you. Just like every day.” Henry said. “NO! You have to go find her or… or Chris will!” Jack yelled.
There was a scream off in the distance. A female scream. “I told you! Now it’s too late! He has found her!” Jack cried. “Greg go look for her, take Frank and Jim with you. Bring your weapons. I’ll meet up with you.” Henry said.
The two boys and the dog ran out the door. Jack was crying. Henry tied Jack’s hands and feet together and untied him from the chair. Jack flopped on the floor. He was inching up the stairs. The nineteen year old scooped up Jack and threw him over his shoulder.
Henry ran out the door while carrying Jack. “Greg! Where are you?” He yelled. Jack was still sobbing. Henry stopped dead in his tracks. In the same clearing, Greg and Jim were crying. They were down on their knees and Frank was hanging his head.
Henry ran up to them and was screaming, “What happened? Where is she?” Henry dropped Jack into the snow. Greg handed him a note by the rock where Cassandra had fallen so many years ago.
‘You have Jack. I have Cassandra. They must be separated. For good. Jack must survive, he brings winter. Everything will die if he dies without a kin. I am sorry for your loss. I must… kill Cassandra. Before Jack kills himself. Once she is gone for good he’ll go back to his senses and the world will be saved. I will do the duty tomorrow at sunset do not try to find me.’
Henry broke down to tears. He dropped the note on the ground. Jack inched over to the note and read it. Jack cried loudly. After Jack stopped crying he said, “Well? Come on we have to find her!” “No. All we can do is protect you from yourself.” Jim said. “I don’t know maybe we could use that to our advantage,” Henry slyly stated. “Do you know where he lives?” Henry asked Jack. “Yes. But we must hurry.”
Henry scooped up Jack. “Aren’t you two coming?” Henry asked. “No. We know how this will end you are on your own.” And with that Greg, Jim and Frank walked back to the house.
“Why can’t you untie me? We would go faster.” Jack said. “Because I still don’t trust you and because if that Chris guy sees you untied he’ll kill her today.” Henry said while running. “Take a right. Then continue running and we’ll get there in ten minutes.

Henry spotted the cabin and placed Jack on the ground. “Do you have any paper or a pen?” Henry asked. “I always do. But let me get it. Untie me and then once I get it you can tie me back up.” “Why? Can’t I grab it?” Henry asked. Jack raised his eyebrows and looked at his back pocket. “Oh…” Henry untied him and Jack handed him the paper and pen. Henry tied Jack back up and placed the paper on Jack’s back. Henry wrote,
‘No. You won’t kill Cassandra. I used to think they should be apart but now I see the truth. If you kill her Jack dies. I will personally see to it my self. You will meet me at the clearing tonight at midnight, bring the girl. And if you don’t… well let’s just say Jack won’t be breathing anymore.’
Henry scooped up Jack and slipped the note under the door. Henry walked home carrying Jack.
“You… you know I… Aren’t you cold?” Jack asked. “Of course I’m cold I don’t have a jacket and you’re as cold as an ice cube!” Henry said. “Sorry, but I’m just getting over heated. Your body heat is too much for me to handle. Can we take a break? It’s too warm inside your house.” Jack whined. “Alright, but just for a while.” Henry said while placing Jack on the ground.
“May I ask, what is your plan to get Cassie back?” the seventeen year old asked. Henry sighed. “Well… I’ll bring you to the clearing and hopefully he brings Cass and we’ll do a trade. If he won’t trade or he doesn’t bring her or even if he never shows up I’ll have to… shoot you with the rifle. Hopefully it won’t come to that.”
The nineteen year old began to shiver and wouldn’t stop. His teeth chattered and his nose turned pink. Jack looked sorry for him and hopped to get branches. Once Jack had collected enough he crawled over to the boy and began to rub some sticks together. The twigs exploded into a roaring fire.
It was too hot for Jack so he crawled far away from it. Henry warmed his hands. And once he was done he rose and kicked snow onto the fire. It went out immediately. The young man walked over to the tied up teen and scooped him up. They began to walk home again.

“AH!!!!!” Mrs. Kringle wailed when she read the note. “Chris! Leave that poor girl alone and come here! Right NOW!” “What, what is it?” Chris said as he stumbled into the room. “This note says if you kill the girl they’ll kill my precious baby! It also says you have to bring the girl to the clearing at midnight or they’ll kill him!” Mrs. Kringle began to cry.
“I’ll go to the clearing and see what I can do.” Mr. Kringle hugged his wife.
“HELP!!! HELP!!!” Cassandra wailed. Mrs. Kringle walked into the room. Cass screamed. “Shhh… be quiet. You only have to stay here until midnight. Then your brother and Jack will meet you at the clearing in the woods. Hopefully your brother will trade Jack for you. And then this will be all over.” She said in a sweet voice as she tied a scarf around Cassie’s mouth. “There. Isn’t that better?” She said and walked out of the room.

“What time is it?” Jack asked with fear in his voice. “It’s three minutes till midnight.” Henry said. Jack gulped. They were standing on one side of the clearing. Jack’s legs were free but his hands were tied. Henry was carrying his shot gun.
Beep, beep. Henry’s watched chimed. It was midnight. Chris walked out on the other side of the clearing with Cassandra. Her hands were tied and there was a scarf tied around her mouth.
Henry raised the shot gun at Jack and said, “I’ll trade you Jack for her,” Henry said motioning to Cass. “Send her over.” “How about we send them both over at the same time?” the sly old man suggested. “Alright.” Henry said as he poked Jack’s spine so he’d move towards the old man. Cassie looked back at Kringle and he nodded. She walked towards her brother.
Jack and Cass met in the middle and they both stopped. Jack raised his bonded hands and pulled the scarf down and off of Cassandra’s mouth. Cass began to cry and she lifted her arms over his head and pulled him up tight against her. “I missed you so much. Don’t leave me again.” The girl whispered wither hands tied behind Jack’s back. “I’m not goning to leave you, ever again.” The seventeen year old lifted his hands over her head and he grabbed her back. He lifted her onto his shoulder and turned around running. Jack carried Cassandra and he ran back to the cabin. Henry opened the door and they ran inside. The elderly man was right behind them.
Henry locked the door and untied their hands. Thump. Through the chimney the old man entered the house. Cassandra was holding onto Jack and Henry aimed his shot gun. “Now I don’t want trouble. I just want to protect Jack.” The man said. “NO! I won’t let you take him. I waited five years to see him again and now you want to take him away?!” “Jack, don’t you see she’s hurting you? Look!” Cass let go of Jack’s arm and his skin was purple. Cass touched his hand and it turned purple too. But after a few seconds his arm and hand turn back to it’s blue color.
“Is it true? Am I really hurting you?” Cassandra asked. “No… it only hurts a little. Do I hurt you?” “No, I only stutter it’s just cold is all.” Cassandra replied. “If I’m hurting you even the slightest bit you should go with him. It will be hard but I’ll live without you.” Cassandra shed a single tear. Jack raised her chin with his hand so that his eyes met her eyes. He winced when he touched her. “I’m not going to leave you… ever.”
With that he lowered his head and kissed Cassandra. He lifted his head and looked at her. His lips were purple and then faded back to blue.
“That’s real sweet and all but Jack remember what I told you? She has to stay warm and you have to stay cold. If you’re together she’ll die of hypothermia and you’ll die of a fever.” Kringle said. “You two will just kill each other. I’m sorry.”
“Well, you also said he can’t die without kin or everything dies. So if they had a child there would be no mad dash looking for a bride when he is thirty. All the court needs for them to get married now is the parent or guardians permission. And since I’m Cassandra’s guardian I will give permission. Does Jack have parents?” Henry asked.
“Well of course! I’m his father and Mrs. Kringle is his mother. I will not give permission.” Mr. Kringle said. “Well, father, if you don’t give permission now I’ll just marry her when I’m eighteen. Then I don’t need permission.” Jack quickly stated. “Wait, wait. Are you proposing?” Cassandra asked to Jack. “Well, until either my dad give permission or You turn eighteen the best I can do is promise.” Jack drew an imaginary ‘x’ over his heart.
Chris’ eyes opened wide, because Jack had broke a promise once in his life. “Fine! I’ll give my permission. When’s the wedding?” Cassandra hopped up and down with glee. She hugged Jack and quickly jumped away from him. Jack’s neck and upper arms were purple. He winced. “Sorry.” She said. “It’s alright… my dangerous fiancé.” Cass squealed with glee again.

The snow fell lightly on the ground. It was the first day of winter. About a year ago Jack had proposed and now he was eighteen and she was sixteen. They had went through court and today was their planned wedding day.
It was going to be a small wedding. Just Jack’s friends and family alongside Cassie’s family. There was only supposed to be eleven people. But once the town found out everyone came. Every row was filled. Jack was outside with Henry. Jack was very nervous. “Oh, calm down. All you have to do is recite whatever the priest tells you to and say ‘I do’. Just calm down you’ll be fine.” Henry said. Henry walked back inside. “Alright, I can do this. I can do this. Jack adjusted his tie and walked inside.

“I don’t know… Do I look alright?” Cassie asked Jim’s girlfriend, Daisy. “You look amazing.” Said Greg’s girl friend, Haley. Haley, Daisy and Henry’s girlfriend, Rachel were all dressed up in sparkling blue dresses. Cassandra was dressed in an elegant, long dress that had lace sleeves. Her hair was in a ponytail which wasn’t very long since Cassie had cut her hair. She grabbed her flowers out of the refrigerator and began to pace back and forth. The flowers were red roses that Jack had personally frosted.
“It’s time to go ladies.” Mrs. Kringle said.

Jack was standing at the alter. Daisy and Jim walked down first. Then Haley and Greg. Rachel walked by herself down the aisle. The music stated to play. Everyone turned to see Jack’s bride. Henry was walking her down the aisle. Her bobtail bounced as she walked. Jack’s eyes widened. ‘She looks amazing. How am I so lucky?’ Jack thought.
Henry gave Cassandra’s hand to Jack. “Do you give Cassandra Belling to this man to cherish for the rest of his life?” The priest asked Henry. “Yes.” Henry walked over to Greg and stood beside him.
The rest of what the priest said the couple didn’t hear. They were staring into each others’ eyes. “Do you, Jack Frost, take this woman to cherish and to treasure for the rest of your life, through sickness and in health, until death do you part?” “I do.” Jack said not straying from Cassandra’s emerald eyes. “And do you, Cassandra Belling, take this man to cherish and to treasure for the rest of your life, through sickness and in health, until death do you part?” “Why else would I be here? So, yes I do.” The entire church laughed.
The priest closed the bible and said, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Jack leaned down to kiss Cassandra but she swung him down and leaned over Jack and kissed him. The congregation whooped and cheered.
After she let go Jack his lips neck was purple. The congregation went quiet. “Why is he purple now?” Someone said. Cassandra giggled and Jack scooped her up and over his shoulder. They giggled and laughed as they let the church. Everyone followed still confused. Jack set her down and she turned her back to the groups of girls waiting for her to throw the bouquet. Cassie threw the bouquet over the girls heads and Henry caught it. When she turned to see her brother with the flowers she laughed. ‘I just gave the kiss of death to my brother.’ She thought with a smile. “So… where you want to go now, Mrs. Frost?” Jack asked with honey in his voice. “Somewhere cold.” Cassandra said. “You got it. And Jack jumped into the limousine and Mrs. Frost followed. As the limousine drove away the snowflakes thickened.

The End