A Frozen Memory Jack FrostxReader

 They always taught you that the past is a painful sight. That it had nothing but bad memories held within it. They promised good futures. Nothing but happiness to come your way.

 They lied. The past wasn't terrible. It held a beautiful memory that seemed to slip your mind. But it wasn't your fault. The only reason you knew of the memory was because it came to you in a dream many years ago. It wasn't truly yours to begin with. It was from a last life. A life from a long time ago.

Softly skipping, you begin to make your way to school.  Plush snow falls from the sky. The snow makes small patterns in your hair. A giggle slips out of your mouth. You stretch your tongue out and catch some snowflakes. You look over at your school with disguist. You walk into school, looking forward to it ending.

The day seemed to drag on forever. After numerous lectures you finally made it to lunch. You sit by your friends as usual. This was the only part of the day (in school) you enjoyed. After many laughs and  milk emergency of the nose, you went to your next class.

 You couldn't help but zone out when the teachers lecture began. Staring out the window, you watched the snowflakes pat against the window. Something about the sight of winter made your heart flutter. The snow looked so perfect falling from the sky. Even the ice seemed to curve in a majestic way. A smile grew larger the longer you stared at the view.

 Finally the day had ended and you were free for the weekend. You pull your coat closer in. You breath out heavily, letting the fog like breath come out. You kept doing that for your own entertainment. You almost passed your house since you were preoccupied. You trudge up the steps and open the door.

 You sit down at the kitchen table doing the weekend homework. You find it hard to concentrate. Loud laughter and screaming comes from outside. After awhile curiosity builds in you. You open the shades to reveal outside. It was just a bunch of kids playing in the snow; figures.

 But someone else is out there. You try to take a closer look. You couldn't really get a good look. Unraveling yourself from many blankets, you make your way outside. You stand on your porch steps, watching the kids. Your eyes search for the mysterious teen you had seen earlier. Finally you find him. His hair looked exactly like freshly fallen snow. He had huge icy blue eyes that seemed so playful. He wore a blue hoodie with frost encrusted into the fabric. Same went for the brown pants. One of the other strange things about him was that he had on no shoes.

Something about the boy seemed familiar. Like you had seen his face before. But you just couldn't place it. You shrugged it off as a boy you had seen at the mall once or twice. The shoe problem was probably a dare. But you couldn't help but feel like you knew him.

~Later that night~
  Waking up in the middle of the night was your least favorite thing. But it seemed common now. Like it was a routine. Well, at least when you were little. This was the first time in years that you had been woken up from that dream. You couldn't even remember it till now.

 The dream was about a boy. Not just a boy, but you and a boy. It was set back in the older times. You and the boy were the best of friends. For some reason you knew you two had grown up together. You both looked around the age of sixteen. The dream took you to a frozen lake. You and the auburn boy were ice skating. Both of you seemed so happy being together. You could feel yourself smiling. This was alwas your favorite part of the dream. The dream version of you slipped on the ice. You went crashing towards the snow bank. A loud laughter erupted from you. The worried boy walked over towards you; an outstretched a hand comes toward you.

You grabbed it and pulled him down with you. You both started to laugh now. He turned over towards you, putting his hand on your cheek. He softly kissed you fully on the lips. You kissed him back happily. After you both needed air, he wrapped his arm around you. Both of you sat there happily in each others presence.

 The dream slipped through the fun times you had with him and his sister. But then the ending came. The ending you hated every time. The reason you were happy to not re-live the dream anymore.

 You ran full speed to the boys house. You knocked on the door, anxious to see your love. His mother told you that he was at the pond with his sister. You bolted towards the icy pond. You looked around until you spotted them. As you got closer you noticed the fragile ice. You began to quicken your step but you were too late, too slow. You watched in horror as the boy fell in through the ice. You barreled over towards his sister, making sure she wasn't next. You stopped in front of the hole he fell through. You reached in, hoping to save him. Tears streamed down your face, making your vision blur. You felt the top of his fingers slide across your palm. Then he was gone. That was the end of your dream. Your nightmare.

You were awoken from the laughter of children. You decided to get ready and join them. It had been awhile since you had played with Jamie. You tried to shake off the dream. You walked over towards the kids. You crouched over next to Jamie.

  "Can I join?" You ask. He nods his head eagerly. He shouts to the other kids to announce your arrival. All of the kids hollered on approval. You began throwing snow balls at the opposing team. Between throws someone managed to get you, right in the face.

 You then turn around to find out who it was. All the kids begin to point toward the teen from the other day. The boy laughs heartily at you, his head rolled back in much laughter.

 A huge snowball hit the teen boy right in the face. His head straightened, looking dead at you. It was your turn to laugh. After a minute or two he joined you in laughing. You both continued to have a snow ball with the kids. After awhile it was dark and everyone was returning home. You began to walk when a foreign hand laid on your shoulder.

 "Hey." The teen greeted you. You have a small hello in response. Something about his face seemed familiar. You had it on the top of your tongue. It was...

 "The names Jack Frost."