This is a companion piece to my story Memories of Frost. I know I should be working on that one but I got this idea and wanted to get it out. You don't have to read Memories of Frost to understand this story; though I would appreciate it if you would check that one out.

Don't own. Never will.

Info on the different versions of text.

Girl's voice narrating

Pictures in the memories

Tooth POV

"I wanna believe

I wanna believe in love again

I wanna believe

I wanna believe in love again

Tired of living this way, tired of everyday

So will you help me

I wanna break through

I wanna believe in you."

"Believe" Britt Nicole

Tooth had never expected this when she went out to help her mini-fairies collect teeth. (She'd done this once a month since Easter, when she had realized how much she missed it.) She had been flying over Burgess during a small thunderstorm when a bolt of lightning barely missed her and struck a nearby tree, splitting the top.

Tooth fluttered down to get a better look at the tree and noticed a small book that the tree had appeared to have grown up around. Somehow it had survived the lightning. Tooth examined the book; a leather cover held together the yellowed pages, it was easily hundreds of years old. She was surprised that it was still intact.

Tooth gently opened the cover; the first page was dedicated to an incredibly detailed drawing of a girl riding piggy-back on an older boy. The boy looked familiar, but Tooth couldn't place him. Turning the page she read, "February 20, 1712…." Realizing it was a journal or diary, Tooth almost closed the book; but the first line of the entry caught her eye. I hate winter. A girl's voice echoed and Tooth nearly dropped the book. Re-adjusting her grip, Tooth noticed that the book felt the same as one of her tooth containers. This book had memories imbedded in the pages.

Unable to contain her curiosity anymore, Tooth quickly flew to the Tooth Palace and closed herself in a quiet room. Again she opened the book and glanced at the picture- wondering why the boy looked so familiar- and turned the page to the first entry. A girl's voice spoke the words written on the page as images of the things she was writing about played.

I hate winter. It's the season that took my brother from me. But what hurts most about that is that it's my fault. I was the one who wanted to go ice skating… Fragments of memories flashed, the one most prevalent was of a teenage boy plunging through the ice into a frozen lake. I froze in fear as soon as the ice started cracking. He made me laugh and sacrificed himself to get me off thin ice. Now winter has lost the wonder it once had. It's cold, and harsh, and deadly.

A brown-haired girl stared into a fire, clutching a worn blanket around her shoulders. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks and a pair of ice skates had been thrown violently into a corner. I don't know if I can live without him; he was always there to make me laugh when I was hurting. But he didn't die to have me waste away for him. I still don't know if I can do it, but I will try my hardest. For Jack.

Tooth started as the entry ended and flipped to the picture in the front. THAT was why she knew him. Quickly flipping to the back inside cover she read the name written there. Marie Alice "Leecey" Overland. Jack Frost's little sister. She turned again to the front and dove into the second entry, dated March 10, 1712.

I'm getting sick of all the attention the townspeople are giving me… do they honestly think their words can heal the hole in my heart? Nothing will heal my heart but Jack; and he's gone. Still, I try to smile. I know Jack faked a smile for me often… Leecey peered around a corner, watching her brother hold his head in his hands; shoulders slumped like there was some great burden on them and a few tears made tracks on his cheeks. Jack never let anyone see how much pain he was in; so I won't either.

Tooth, gently turning the page, marveled at both Leecey and Jack's strength. The next entry was dated: March 27, 1712 (Easter Sunday.)

It's Easter Sunday but I don't think I'll be joining the others for the egg hunt. Jack always gathered the most eggs; but he always ended up with none. I'll just see him running through the trees like he always did-like he'll never do again. Leecey was sitting high in a tree, one arm wrapped around the trunk and holding the leather book, watching the kids who ran around finding Easter eggs as she wrote. I wonder if the Easter Bunny had a problem with the late snow this year. Winter's seemed to drag this year; not wanting to give up its grip on the world- or my memories.

Tooth read that entry curiously; so Leecey still believed in the Easter Bunny. The next entry was March 30, 1712.

I finally know why Jack always ended up with no Easter eggs. He re-hid them for the Mason kids. This was the first year they didn't get to find any eggs; because the one who set it up for them was dead. Now I feel guilty, I always complained about the number of eggs I got… never realizing that the Mason's only got an egg hunt because of Jack. Leecey was cooking a simple meal over the fireplace, she paused and tears welled in her eyes as memories flashed. Jack chased her around the main room; tickling her when he caught her. He treated her arm when she accidentally fell into the fire while they were playing. Jack always thought of others before himself, he never thought about what HE wanted. It was always someone else, and how to make them smile. Next year; the Mason's are going to have their egg hunt. I'll make sure of it.

Tooth turned the page and saw several jagged places where pages had been torn out and wondered what had been in them. The entry on the next undamaged page was dated January 20, 1713.

The entire village got involved in a snow war. If I didn't know better; I would have said Jack instigated it. The real surprise was that I played too. I haven't thrown a snowball since Jack died. The weird thing was that I could have sworn someone threw a snowball at me, but no one was near enough to have done that. Leecey stumbled as a snowball slammed into her shoulder. She rubbed her arm as she straightened. Then an unexplainable feeling came over me- like Jack had just wrapped his arms around me; or tackled me into the snow like he always did. I could even hear an echo of his laughter.

I remember the looks on people's faces when I asked to play-believe me- I was just as surprised. But I also can't explain the happiness I felt playing in the snow…

Tooth considered for a moment then realized Jack must have been behind the snowball thrown at Leecey; most likely one of his magic ones. Had he known he was helping his little sister? Probably not… but a part of him might have. The next entry was February 20, 1713.

It's been a year since "the Accident" as the rest of the town has started calling it. Is that what you call it when a piece of your heart is torn out? An Accident? It hurts; but I'm alive. Just like I promised myself. And Jack.

April 16, 1713. (Easter Sunday)

I took Jack's old Easter basket to the hunt this year. I tried twice as hard to find eggs as I usually do. But none of them are for me. Leecey knocked on a door. A woman opened it. "Good Morning, Mrs. Mason. Your Easter Hunt is ready…"

I will never forget the way Mrs. Mason's eyes lit up in surprise and the way her kids laughed as they ran around to find the eggs. I watched them; and felt a piece of my soul start to heal as I realized why Jack did this every year. Better than any treats- better than any gifts, is the feeling you get when you make someone smile. I made the Mason children smile this year; and not just this year- every year from now on. Every Year.

May 14, 1713.

Happy Birthday Jack… or it would be your birthday, if you were alive. I can hear you telling me you don't want any gifts. That being able to play with me is enough. I'm starting to understand that sentiment; I never realized how much fun it was to play with you until I couldn't anymore. I miss you Jack. I miss you so much. I hope, wherever you are, you're happy. Happy eighteenth, Jack.

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! More are coming so keep an eye out.

- Now... time to go back and work on Memories of Frost.