(Jack)

(Y/N) only stared at me incredulously with big (e/c) eyes, and suddenly I felt the weight of my world on my shoulders. Not only that, but I felt a breath taking feeling of utter stupidity. Of all things. Someone I love was alive, they were okay, and I felt like the biggest idiot on the face of the earth. I suppose, though, in the end, all that ever really mattered was that she was okay, and that we were together.

"Jack Frost, huh?" (Y/N) asked, her words just as unbelieving as her eyes.

"That's my name," I concurred with a wry laugh.

Out of habit, I pushed myself up so that I was levitating. I wasn't trying to prove anything to (Y/N), because she already looked willing to believe me. Secretly, however, some doubt that was inevitably bubbling up in my stomach, and I had found myself secretly hoping that the guardian of Halloween had retained some of (Y/N)'s traits.

If not, then that would be that.

But one could still hope, right?

"Well, Jack, I can see that you're the real deal." (Y/N) smirked.

I couldn't help but smile back, and float over to her so that I was but inches from her face, upside down in front of her face, my smile growing. In that moment, when she smiled at me, she had seemed more like the (Y/N) I grew to love with every fiber of my being.

"I had a dream, Jack." She began, fiddling with her thumbs, and looking up at me with big, concerned, (e/c) eyes.

"Tell me everything about it."

(Your POV)

Everything seemed so surreal, but some part of me had wanted to believe what Jack was telling me.

I don't know what part of me that was, but there was definitely something that was willing me to want to believe that what I had been through had really happened. That I died, that I was in love, and that I was a mortal human girl.

Once upon a time, that is.

As I explained to Jack what I had dreamed of, when I was falling, when I was cold, when I felt dead, he listened to me very tentatively, his light colored eyes genuinely concerned for me.

I couldn't believe it, I was very lucky to have someone like him to wake up to. However, it was also very hard to believe what he was saying. I had just woken up, and I didn't know if he was lying or telling the truth. For all I know, Jack could most definitely be lying to me–it was entirely possible, and I could believe it if I wanted to badly enough–but something in me told me that Jack wasn't lying, that he couldn't do something like that to me with the intention of harming me.

Besides, when I had looked at myself in the mirror, I looked anything but human. My skin was (s/c), but pale, sick and cold. The ends of my hair were dark, dark black, almost like a pitch black color, and it looked as if the darkness were consuming me. To add to that, the ends of my fingertips were also black, and it was crawling up, eating at my (s/c) skin ever so slowly. It was nothing drastic, and it wasn't as dark and absolute as the ends of my (h/c) hair. Instead, the ink on my hands was just that. It looked sort of like water color, and part of my found it beautiful, to be honest.

I don't know what Jack thought about it. Surely, my current state was not that same as my previous. What I would like to know is who I was, how did I meet Jack, and who were the other guardians?

That's another thing that indefinitely confused me.

Who exactly were the guardians?

One was a big, robust man. He had an indefinitely intimidating disposition, with a loud booming voice, and an earth trembling laugh. Anyone in their right mind would, and rightfully should, be terrified of the man. But he had a kind smile, and his intentions were clearly good. He identified himself as North, and it made sense. We were in the North Pole, and it was his house.

Second was a shorter, round man. Everywhere he went, he left little trails of gold dust that dissipated as soon as they strayed to far from him. He was mute, it seemed, for when he approached, the only thing he had to offer was a cheerful smile, like that of a child, and a warm hug, although his arms were too short, and they would hardly manage to wrap around my throat. I could have sworn I heard him breathe a sigh of relief into my ear. He was the Sandman.

Third, a large rabbit. I want to clarify, because when I say large, I mean he was man sized. Standing roughly at the same height as North, he was blue, and had every trait of a rabbit, the nose, the ears, the teeth; but he spoke. The rabbit spoke. The first two dynamic characters had made me think I was just teetering between sanity and insanity, but this one just made me believe I was most definitely going mad. He didn't hug me. He didn't seem like the affectionate type, honestly, and he seemed to have a quarreling-best-friends relationship with Jack. This one, with an Australian accent, told me he was Bunnymund.

Fourth, a pixie. Or fairy? I didn't know. For some reason I seemed to recall popular folklore about a woman like her. She had the biggest, and brightest smile I had ever seen, and even kinder eyes. Also, she was more chipper than the rest, and she didn't hesitate in shooting questions at me here and there. She even wanted to see my teeth. That I cannot say why, I didn't know. She was a mix of green and aqua feathers all over her body except for her face, and she had the cutest set of wings I had ever seen–not that I had ever seen wings, anyway. She was Toothiana, but she said I could call her Tooth.

Last, but most certainly not least, was Jack Frost himself. He was not the kindest of the bunch, that much was clear, but he certainly was the warmest, to me, at least. It was kind of ironic for me to think of him that way. Everything about him was cold. His skin, his eyes, his smile, his hair. Hell, even his colors were cold. Freezing. His hair was white, his skin was pale, and was covered with miniscule snowflakes that only I could see because of how close I stood, and his sweater was a blue color. I suppose, in that moment, I thought that blue might have been the warmest color.

The last thing I noticed was that each of them had a heartbeat.

It was odd for me to notice such a thing, but while I slept, I had felt no heartbeat. Before that, I clung to the idea that I might have had a stubborn organ inside of me that drummed to some unknown beat, and kept me going. As soon as I woke up, it beat faster than ever.

Maybe I had died.

Isn't that what Jack had told me?

Yeah, that was it. I died. I drown. I froze.

Something along those lines.

I hadn't even noticed that I was in a world of my own until I had realized a more pressing matter. What was going to happen now? Jack had said something about making memories because I didn't have them, but I couldn't imagine what he must have been thinking. Jack also came across as quite the mischievous character, but that seemed to draw me more to him than anything else.

"What happens now, Jack?" I asked after I pulled myself out of my thoughts.

Jack turned to me, and smiled.

"We train you."