Summary
"The name is Jack Frost." he emphasized every syllable of his name. "No," she gasped. As soon as she uttered the word the room began to change back to it's original icy blue and the ice that imprisoned Jack began to melt, "that's not possible." He's not real, he can't be. I mean, he was just an imaginary friend I thought of to pass the time when I was alone, it can't be, she argue