Mr. Winter Meets Ms. Blondie
Episode Thirteen - Last Frost and Fire
Jack never thought he would feel this in his whole life.
It wasn’t the
strange, warm feeling he gets in his chest whenever Rapunzel looks at him. It
wasn’t the anxiousness of Rapunzel’s safety. He never thought he could
experience pain in his life.
If he ever did,
just before he was the Jack Frost, he
might as well be able not to remember. But the stinging feeling he can feel
constantly across the deep gash on his arm was enough to think that he was
vulnerable.
And while being
vulnerable is being more human, this can’t be good...
Something inside
of him was trying to convince him to enjoy the moment. Rapunzel was finally
with him now—as if Dementia would attempt to attack them again—and so far,
everything other than his gold-bleeding injury had been fine.
After settling a
fire, Rapunzel sat beside Jack. From the warm light, his blood seemed to seep
in his sweater. The last time he could remember being near to any fire was when
he and his fellow Guardians had gathered when—when Sandy vanished.
Jack suddenly
tensed and pressed a hand on his arm. Is it possible that he..?
Rapunzel’s eyes
lit with concern, as she tried to scoot and get closer to Jack. “You want to do
something about it?”
Jack looked her in
the eyes. Ruining the moment would be telling her that he think he already
knows what she will do. Rapunzel, in Jack’s perspective, seemed to be eager and
frantic at the same time. Maybe she, in the moment, forgot what Jack told him
about knowing everything about her.
And once she’s
done, Jack knew in himself he had to make some explanations.
“Does your arm
still hurt?” Rapunzel asked.
“I guess,” Jack
grimaced. He looked over to his shoulder, and rolled his sleeve until the wound
Dementia brought came into sight. Rapunzel held it with a grimace, as if she’s
the one feeling the pain.
The last time Jack
checked it by the torn hole of his sweater, the wound was bleeding golden
blood. Now, to both of their surprise, it turned into a nasty shade of gray. As
if something was seeping from his wound through his arm, Jack’s heart leaped in
fear.
A quick, vivid
flashback of seeing the Sandman get pierced by dark sand made Jack cringe.
Rapunzel had to
release Jack’s arm. She was reading the expression of pain drawn in his face.
“I’m sorry, did I—?”
“No, no,” Jack
said. “It’s good, it’s good, just—what are you showing me?”
As if she’s
submerged in a pool of ice, she flinched indistinctively. “Oh, yes. Alright.”
For seconds, Jack
was looking at her. She took the end of her hair—which the whole length of was
zigzagged around them—and that’s when she looked at Jack.
“I haven’t told
you about this before, because—“ she looked away. “Because I was scared before.
All my life I’ve never shown anyone what gift I have.”
Jack gives her an
apprehending look. “It’s okay.”
“And the thing
is...I’m not scared anymore,” she said. “Do you trust me?”
Jack, in spite of
the growing pain, smiled at her. “I trust you.”
“Just don’t get
freaked out, Mr. Frost,” Rapunzel grinned as she sets Pascal down. They sat on
the fallen tree as the fire across them raged.
Rapunzel wrapped
her hair thrice around Jack’s arm. Slightly blushing, she won’t look at him in
the eye. Once done, Jack closed his eyes.
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