Got a secret Can you keep it? Swear this one youâll save Better lock it in your pocket Taking this one to the grave If I show you then I know you wonât tell what I said âCause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
Rae stood next to the fire, trying to warm her hands. âJe dĂ©teste lâhiver.â She hissed. Her fathers sitting next to the fire didnât try to argue. Though it was uncharacteristic for a Canadian to hate winter, it wasnât uncharacteristic of the QuĂ©bĂ©coise. Nicknamed Rae Summers or Rae of Sun for her deep hatred of Winter. And she had a good reason.
About 250 years before, Rae and her twin brother had loved winter. One day, they went skating. Rae returned home alone that day.
Ever since then, the female has despised winter.
âRachelle, be careful. The ground is icy.â Warned Raeâs father, Matthieu while he tried to warm his husband, Gilbert. The girl snorted.
âBe careful, you said.â She sighed.
Unbeknownst to the family, a young winter spirit called Jack Frost was flying by, when he saw the fire. Despite being a spirit of winter for almost 250 years, the boy was almost always cold. Upon seeing the fire, he decided to descend and try to warm himself for a few minutes.
That decision would cost Rae her life.
Jack descended next to the fire and looked at the young girl. She seemed unhappy. Jack and Rae each failed to notice, his powers were causing the ground beneath him and the girl to become covered in ice. When Rae turned around to talk to her fathers, her her foot slipped, and she fell backwards.
As she fell, she saw Jack and reached for his hand. Jack reached for hers once he realised what was happening. But they missed. And so she fell. Into the fire.
And if that wasnât enough, the force of her falling on the burning logs caused one to break, and pierce through her body.
In her last moments, she couldnât hear her fathers screaming. All she could hear was her her flesh burning. And all she could see was her dead twin brother.
âJe serai avec toi bientĂŽt, Jacquesâ