Elsie was walking home on a cold night. It had been a long day at work. Well, being one of the world's foremost fashion designers had never been easy. As she passed through the city streets she felt acutely alone, despite the crowds of people around her.

She turned up her coat collar against the wind as it began to snow. She looked up into the grayish sky, watching the flakes spiral down. They caught the light from the streetlamps as they fell. It reminded her of the dream she had had in her youth. The one where her magical friend Jack Frost had made it snow just for her. She hadn't thought about that precious dream in a long time, but she had never forgotten it.

She shook her head. She had to get home; there was no point in thinking about past dreams. She thought maybe she would call her sister tonight, she hadn't talked to her for a while. She hadn't really talked to anyone in a while.

Highland watched his son through the window of their little home. He was leaning on the countertop, his eyes crinkled with a smile. The boy was playing in the snow, the way Highland always loved to. He thought about when he was younger, and he would go on adventures with his best friend Jack.

Highland wasn't sure at what point his memories turned to fantasies. He missed his friend Jack Overland every day. Still, he had told the stories of Jack Frost to his son every winter's night since he was born, including some of their own adventures. Whether real or imagined, it filled his heart to see the look on his boy's face when he described their antics.

He looked back out the window, and for just a moment, he thought he saw a boy with white hair and a blue sweatshirt playing with his son. But he blinked, and Jack was gone.

Emma lay on the hospital bed. She had been visited today by her children and her grandchildren, but she had requested to be left alone in her last moments.

"Will you leave the window open, nurse?" she asked slowly.

"Of course," the nurse said. "Are you sure you don't want anyone in here with you?"

"I'm sure."

After the nurse had closed the door, Emma called out. "You can come in now, Jack."

She watched as her brother climbed through the window. He came over to stand beside her, taking her wrinkly hand.

Emma looked into her older brother's face, which hadn't aged a day past seventeen. She laughed a little.

"You look so young," she said, coughing.

"Don't strain yourself, Em." Jack said, smiling even though his eyes were filling.

"Don't worry," she paused, then said, "I never forgot you, Jack. Not once in my whole life. Even in the darkest moments, I knew you were there."

Jack smiled sadly. "I'll always be here, Emma."

She coughed again. "Thank you, Jack. Thank you for making my life a little more fun. Thank you for being there."

Jack tried to blink back his tears. He squeezed her hand gently.

"I love you, Jack." Emma said, her eyes fluttering.

"I love you too, Emma." He flung his arms around her, hugging her as tightly as he could without hurting her.

She hugged him back, her weak arms encircling him. As they let go of each other, Emma sat back on her pillows. "Goodbye, Jack."

"Bye, Emma." Jack said, and before the tears could freeze on his face, he had soared back into the winter sky.