His heart continuned to pound, he could barely breathe, as she opened her eyes and saw familiar bare feet and leggings bound to calves, even if the clothing was coated with a fine pattern of frost. Her gaze then travelled higher, to hands, shirt, waistcoat, and familiar woolen cloak which were also graced with frost.
She then stared at where her hands had grabbed fistfulls of cold cloth, with tears of joy running down her face because she knew that this figure before her was her brother... And then, at last, she looked up at his face.
She gasped, letting go of his shirt and stumbling backwards away from him, and Jack's expression softened with regret at her reaction to his hair and eyes.
"Yeah, I've changed a bit, but I'm still me... I'm still the brother you played hopscotch with every day."
Emily was still staring, and then new tears spilled over and she threw herself forward to cry into the front of his shirt.
Jack crouched down to hold her, tears of his own welling up and freezing into glittering pebbles of ice that fell away.
"I'm here, Emily."