Author: I would have had it up sooner, but I'm helping out with a really cool audiodrama for the Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons and I needed to finish finding some sound effects first.

Disclaimer: I don't own ROTG.

This one is set directly after the ending of Little Prince.
Just something in Jack's pov on the changes.

Clash.

Half an hour after Sandy put me to sleep I woke up to the sensation of going through a magical portal. So when I opened my eyes I was greeted with the glorious sight of Santoff Clausen, the workshop looking bigger and better the closer we got to it.

The place I have tried to bust in for years...

But also...

Home...?

It looked the same as when I admired the view from the sleigh three days ago.

Was it really three days ago?

By the stars! It felt like a lifetime ago!

In its own way it was a lifetime ago.

Yet North's- dad's workshop didn't look different compared to all the times I tried to bust in... Or when I carelessly walked out of it, to the sleigh back when garage wasn't connected to the rest of the workshop yet. 300 years ago. I hadn't known I wouldn't be coming back at the time.

But at the same time the workshop also felt brand new.

When we finally arrived and got to go inside Bunny and Sandy went somewhere, Bunny said where, but I didn't pay attention to them, I guess they went to the globe room or the main living room. How is it that I can feel at home but also... somehow out-of-place, at the same time?

Out of place isn't the right description for it though, I'm not sure how to describe it.

Mom and dad talked, dad's ordering a kitchen yeti to make a feast and mom's chripping about announcing my return to everyone of our world all the spirits, myths and legends.

Heh, I'm so looking forward to see the Summer spirit's face when she finds out I'm a guardian and when she and the other hear I remember my past now. Oh she's gonna blow.

Not able to handle staying in the garage... Not when I needed to see things again I quietly left. No need to try to be quiet when you weigh as much as a snowflake and the wind likes to fly you to places, so I don't know why I bothered walking so slowly.

I bet I now can sneak past dad the bandit king and mom the warrior queen of the tooth fairies!

Taking the elevator for the first three levels and letting Wind carry me the other six I flew up to the highest floor of the building where I continued my slow walk to the room.

I didn't get lost on my way. How can I when I was born and raised in this place?

It didn't take long to get to the room and for a while I just stood in front of the closed wooden door before I finally had the courage and... Well the self-controll to open the door and went inside. My gaze was on the ground the whole time till I was standing in the center of the room.

The room with walls painted in every color of the sky- even the brightest of blues and orange hues that only showed during Summer.

Multiple chests with toys, my desk where I used to design toys to help dad. Near the left wall a huge book closet filled with all my favorite books from dad's library. Books of adventures and magic spell books.

I guess dad will still get to teach me about aura magic and other forms of magic. I'll need new books... Other stories... Darker ones I guess, those that are more real than the ones Jack St North- I used to read. Still want them to end good though.

'Sad endings make great stories, but there is little that can compete with the relief that comes when all chaos is taken care of.' That's what Katherine said right?

And at the far wall from the desk is my bed.

That's the silliest thing of all.

Sleeping in a bed instead of in a tree... I literally know I have done tha before, but now... it just seems so unnatural. Like me wearing shoes. And under no circumstances will I ever be wearing shoes.

Toot- Mom's just gonna love that isn't she?

Speaking of ignoring rules... I frowned deep in thought as I got closer to the bed and bent down. Reaching under the-my bed I pulled out, a large book from underneath it.

With a sigh I sat down cross-legged on the floor with the book 'The story of Peter Pan' on my lap. I started hiding the book there when I was eleven... Too old for fairy tales I claimed.

Now I'm 314...

I remember being Jackson St. North, son of Santa Claus and the Tooth fairy. Loved, mischievous fun-loving prankster. Every good, amazing and wonderful memory to all the sadder ones. All my old secrets, worries and fears...

But I also remember being Jack Frost, the spirit of Winter. Unwanted, lonely mischievous fun-loving prankster. Hearding blizzards, be-friending the other seasons and of course all the lonely days and nights on my own...

Jack St North and Jack Frost have different secrets. Worrying if I have time to visit that village and if I can help dad with the toys... Worrying that I might lose control over a blizzard.

Fearing the dark.

Fearing to never be believed in.

"Moy mal'ch'ik?"

I turned my head to the door opening where my dad is standing. He looks so different, but at the same time I have no trouble knowing it's him.

"Are you coming my boy, yeti vill make great feast for celebration!" he said loudly exclaiming the 'great' extending his arms just to show how 'great' and him still being like that, even after so many years is wonderful- it's amazing!

Giving a small nod I got up and walked over to him. I know I probably have this huge stupid grin on my face, but I don't care. The grin probably grew tenfold when North-dad, put an arm around my shoulders. Dad's got a pretty large grin on his face himself so it's okay.

I'm not Jackson St North again, not after so many years. But with all the memories I regained and with my family back I'm no longer lonely Winter spirit Jack Frost either.

I'm someone there, in-between Jack St. North and Jack Frost

Because the story of Jack St. North didn't end when I fell in the lake.

The story of Jack Frost isn't over now that I have my memories back.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.