As North came closer to the door, the infant began to cry. Soon the snow that littered his body began to melt.
"No, no, no, come now don't cry," he tried to soothe him while rocking him.
The wind gushed into the room, surrounding them. One of the yetis started to shut the door, causing the wind to settle. North saw the joy it brought the child and an idea came into his mind.
"Wait, leave it open. It is calming to him," he opened the door wider, allowing the wind to come in freely.
The wind followed North all the way to his office. North couldn't see much of the of the freezing air and was surprised to see the small infant trying to touch it.
"Aw," he stroked his frosty cheeks, "Боже мой! You are so cold!" the child merely giggled at him.
"How about I call you morzo; Frost. Ah! Idea! Jack Frost! That will be your new name," he said with his usual jolly smile on his face.
From that day forward, his son was named Jack Frost.
