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Loki fell out of the sky.
He wasn't sure how he'd gotten there – must have fallen through the Bifrost – all he knew was that there was a bunch of snow in his face. He stood up and dusted himself off.
"Something fell on me."
Loki then realized the ground was moving up and down, as if emulating the breathing of a creature. He stared down at the form beneath him. The kid motioned for him to move off. Loki paused for a moment, then stepped aside, off of him.
The boy rolled over onto his feet, then stood up. "Who are you? Where did you come from?"
"I am Loki of Jodenheim and Asguard. Where is this place – what realm?"
"Umm… Canada, I think…? …Like, East Alaska? Far East Alaska." He frowned, looking mildly confused at this whole situation.
"Canada… As in on Earth?" Loki pressed.
"Where else would it be? And, um, where did you say you were from? Is that in Sweden?" It was obvious that the situation was getting no better. "Oh, and I'm Jack Frost, thanks for asking."
"I didn't ask." Loki told him flatly, making no implication that he cared in the least. "And no, it is not in Sweden."
"You're helpful…" Jack frowned, rolling his eyes. He then saw something fly into a tree, getting lodged there, and his eyes lit up. "Hey, wanna go sledding?" he asked, jumping up to retrieve the shining disc.
Loki stared on apprehensively. "Wha-? No, I don't want to go sledding with you-"
"Check this thing out!" He pulled the disc out of the tree, gazing at the red, white-and-blue pattern. "What's it made out of, anyway?" He knocked on it with his fist.
"Americium, I believe. Now, put it down!"
"No, I like it. I think I'm 'onna keep it." He held it out in front of him, polishing off a little spot from where it hit the tree, then glanced down the hill with a grin. "Hey, wanna race?"
"No, I want to figure out where I am," Loki told him in slight irritation.
"Last one to the bottom starts the fire!" Jack shouted, throwing down the shield and jumping onto it like a snowboard. He took off.
Loki sighed heavily, shaking his head, but took a step forward. In doing this, though, he slipped in a snow drift combined with ice, and fell, sliding down the hill after Jack.
When he slid to a stop, Jack was standing there with a grin on his face. "You lose! …And, don't know how to have fun," he added, his demeanor falling slightly.
Suddenly the two heard the sound of a cannon firing. Loki looked up, somewhat bewildered. "What was that?" he asked, looking back down at Jack.
"Dunno. Happened once or twice so far today. Wanna check it out?" Jack shrugged slightly, then turned to walk off, looking over his shoulder.
Loki stood there a moment longer. I suppose standing here is getting me no answers, so I may as well. He nodded semi-reluctantly, and followed Jack.
As they walked, Jack froze, stopping dead in his tracks. He heard the sound of a little girl crying, and looked around. "Did you hear that?" he asked quietly, turning to Loki. He too stopped for a moment, then nodded.
"A child's crying."
"I should see if I can help." Jack didn't wait for a response, and leaped onto a raised embankment. Looking down, he saw footprints below him, and dropped down. In the rise was a cave of sorts, with a little girl inside. When she heard him, she tried to silence her cries. "What's wrong, do you need help?" Jack asked quietly, kneeling in front of the hollow.
She stared, wide-eyed. "You're… You're friendly…?" she whispered, looking very frightened.
"Um… yeah…?" Jack's blue eyes turned concerned, as this wasn't a response he was generally used to – nothing so far had been normal, especially not finding a little girl alone in the snow. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Do you know who the cannon was for?" she asked, not answering Jack's question.
"No. We don't know what the cannons are for." He told her, growing more worried by the moment.
"They mean someone died," she sniffled, wiping her face.
"Died?" Loki slid down the embankment, far more gracefully than the previous tumble, and the little girl huddled back into the shadows of the cave, peeking out to see who had spoken. Loki stopped to stand behind Jack a few feet.
"Is he friendly?" she asked, looking both skeptic and intimidated. "He doesn't look friendly."
"I suppose that depends."
"You're friendly if you don't want an arrow in the back of your head," a voice cut the snow-muted forest.
"Now there's an attitude I can appreciate," Loki said with a half-grin.
"And who are you?" The girl asked, clearly from behind. He could hear a bow being drawn.
"Woah, woah – we don't want any trouble," Jack jumped up, backing a step or two defensively. "I was just coming to comfort a crying child, okay?"
"Katniss, I think it's okay. I mean, they haven't killed Prim." A second voice joined the conversation.
"Katniss, Peeta, you're okay!" Prim jumped up and pushed between Loki and Jack to hug the battle-readied Katniss. She put her bow and arrow down to hug her little sister.