A/N: Alright, I will try to update this story at least once a week. You can be sure to find a new chapter every Thursday, but I might also add one or two during the week if I get enough free time to write more. I'll try to use any ideas you have, but I don't know when they'll get posted. Maybe the next chapter, or ten after that. Thanks for all your reviews, follows, and favorites. It really makes me want to write more.

It was official... Jack Frost hated his blue hoodie.

Oh, yeah it was great in the sense that it looked good on him, matching perfectly with his icy powers, bright blue eyes, and wild snowy hair. Sure, Jack loved to hear the jacket's hood flapping around behind him as he flew on the winds to where ever he pleased, ready to prank any unsuspecting victims. (Recently Jack had found great fun in tormenting the Easter Bunny, but had quickly learned when to stop before getting into actual trouble.) The hoodie also provided a comfort when the loneliness got too much for Jack to bare. He could throw on the hood, cover his face, and hide his emotions from anyone near. It had helped immensely some time ago, back during last winter, right after it had been given to him. He had had a bad day, and could feel a storm rising in him. A child had said his name. Used an expression that was all about Jack Frost, and still, seconds later, walked right through him. Jack felt that odd chill when ever a child went through him. Although he tried to contain it, Jack's icy powers had then begun to break free of his control. After finding a small alcove near his lake, he had huddled in his hoodie and hid away from the empty world that surrounded him. He had fallen asleep in the warmth it gave him when he recalled the memories of the day he got it. No storm was let loose because of his frustration...

Jack scowled.

He shouldn't have accepted the gift, if he hadn't, then the storm would have probably happened... Jack would have felt a bit guilty about that... but winter storms happen all the time, one more wasn't really gonna hurt much would it? Besides, if Jack didn't have the hoodie he wouldn't be stuck in the situation he is in now. He folded his arms in front of him and glared at anyone that passed by, letting out a small 'Hmph' of annoyance.

He heard his captor give a deep chuckle, jarring Jack a bit. "You know, you could at least keep a steady grip on me, and not have me shaking all over the place." He pouted.

This comment brought him face to face with the reason he was now regretting taking the hoodie.

Phil let out a bunch of Yetish that was lost on the winter spirit that he held. When said spirit's eyes began to drift to their surroundings, Phil gave a quick shake to catch the boy's attention again.

"What?" Jack asked with mock innocence in his voice. "I was just admiring your brilliant interior decorating." A smile played on his lips. Both yeti and spirit could see the frost that now covered most of the the hallway they were currently walking through.

Phil just rolled his eyes, and started walking again. Jack had tried for the third time that day to break into the workshop. As always, Phil was ready for him. The yeti was actually quite grateful for Jack's attempts to get in. Before the young spirit had come, they had been a bit lax in their security... What could happened way up in the North? Sure, the Guardians were always on alert for any danger to the children of the world, but it there was a threat against North, the Yeti's were his first defense. Because of the sudden appearance of Jack, Phil had the Yeti's prepared for anything that came at them, because Jack would try just about that much to get in. Phil hated to admit it, but if they were to suddenly be under attack, they'd be ready for it, all thanks to Jack. The wild boy probably didn't even realize it himself.

Just as Phil was about the open a door to throw Jack out a patch of ice materialized under his paw, causing him to slip. Jack let out a 'whoop' and found himself finally free of the yeti's hold. He gave a sigh of relief that it had worked so well. The winter spirit had tried that a couple times when he had first been caught, but each time, Phil had had a firm hold on his hood. Jack hadn't dared try to call on the winds to pull him free... Despite what he said, or thought, Jack loved the hoodie, and didn't want it getting ripped by the yeti's giant claws. That was also a reason Jack had been upset when Phil shook him around too much. Clothing could easily tear at the seams, and although he had learned a lot of things during his 250-ish years of solitude, sewing was not one of them. The special gift had also prevented him from a different escape plan. Since Phil had only been holding the hood, and not any part of Jack, he could have slipped free of it and flew off... but what if Phil wouldn't have given it back? He had decided to wait for the perfect moment, where he could escape the yeti's grasp while still keeping a hold on his jacket. Even if it hadn't worked, he could just get thrown out of the pole, and try again later.

Jack flew up into the rafters to try and lose Phil. He then started thinking about the day, and why his attempts so far had failed so miserably. Normally he could at least get a bit far into the workshop hallways, but today he seemed a bit off. Phil had caught he quite quickly, and even after Jack had tried again right after (Which he never does, so Phil shouldn't have been expecting him.) He still got caught soon after. Although the element of surprise had gotten him a bit further, it was still no where near where he normally got. And just this recent time, since the yeti was keeping a special eye out for him, he had once again failed to reach any further then three halls away from his entrance point. The past week hadn't been a particular bad one, and nothing really had changed since the last time he had tried to break in...

Jack paused in his thinking. The last time he had tried to break in... If he recalled, he had also gotten almost no where, but he had blamed it on the extra heat that had been blasting through the halls that day. The time before that? No... That was when he had broken in to change the lists... He had only tried once since he had gotten his new hoodie.

Jack looked down at the blue cloth in shock. This jacket, this thing had caused his super cool sneaky taunting ways to be nullified. Phil had been able to catch him because of this!

Jack let out a smirk.

Oh, Phil. You think you're so smart. Giving me this hoodie... you planned this.

Jack now had a battle plan to get away from the yeti's grasp. No longer would Jack fly close enough to Phil, and taunt him by being tantalizingly close enough for the yeti to make a grab at him. No, with Jack's hood flapping around behind him, Phil could now target that... He had been. That was why Jack had so easily been caught before. The hood was now a place for Phil to get a good grip on him. Jack almost let out a laugh. How long did Phil think he would have been fooled? Never knowing why the yeti was suddenly able to catch him? Well! No longer!

Jack leaped up and used the winds to guide him as he dropped in front of Phil. He seemed surprised by the sudden appearance of the Winter Spirit, and instead of attempting to grab him, merely watched him, wondering what jack would do.

Jack floated up so he was face to face with the yeti. "I'm going to give you this round, seeing as you have caught me three times... but it's only going to count as one, since you cheated!" Jack said, pointing his finger accusingly at Phil.

Phil voiced his confusion at what the spirit was talking about. He often knew the boy kept score of who 'won' each round of the game. Of course, so far, Phil had yet to see Jack count a win for himself, but he just assumed the boy was waiting till he got into the actual workshop before he claimed a victory. What confused him was how he cheated...

"Don't look all confused, Phil. You were using my hood as a place to grab at. It was your gift in the first place so you probably planned to use it as such when you gave it to me."

Phil gave a chuckle when he heard the accusation.

"Don't laugh, I know you knew I had no idea. I bet you enjoyed watching me get caught and-"

Jack was cut off as he was grabbed from behind. He turned his head and found himself in the hands of another yeti.

"HEY! No fair! You can't use the other yetis as a sneak attack during its a time out. I'm accusing you of unfair play. You can't go grabbing me when we're paused, otherwise it'd be too hard!" He complained as he did a weak attempt to break free.

Phil just shook his head as he laughed more. It seems Jack had forgotten his original purpose for breaking into the workshop in the first place. No longer was he trying to see the toys that were being made for Christmas, or trying to see North and get his attention, or just to see the different magics that happened at the pole... nope. It was a chance for Jack to play around with people... uh... others, who would notice and acknowledge him. Phil grabbed Jack from his captor, while saying something in yetish that was completely lost to Jack. He then turned towards where the door was located and started towards it.

"Well, anyways. Thanks for today, Phil. I'll probably give you a break for awhile." Jack stated. "I have to come up with a new way to taunt you without getting too close for you to be able to grab my hoodie."

Phil set Jack down and shoo'd him away with a paw. Jack returned the gesture by sticking out his tongue. He turned to go, and the yeti felt the familiar chill as the winds greeted their winter friend. When Jack shot off into the darkening sky, Phil heard him give a laugh as the winds carried him playfully. "Hope you enjoy your break, Phil. I'll be back, and this time I'll be ready!" He called, using the winds to make sure the message got there. Even though Jack was now flying away, heading towards the south, Phil gave a wave goodbye, silently hoping that the break wouldn't be too long. Even if Jack said he wasn't going to sneak in, Phil would still be prepared, Phil would always be ready for the winter spirit. He would always be there, waiting for Jack. Waiting for a friend.