"This storm is the most record breaking storm in the history of the Middle East! Perhaps even the world! The winds, the rain, it's higher than most Indian monsoons!" A young female reporter yelled into her microphone to be heard among the screaming and yelling wind "We're getting absolutely flooded and I can barely stand! Jim, do we have anything from the world's top meteorologists?!"

She paused, one hand held to her headset so she could hear, then sighed with relief as there was a signal that she was off air. "God, what is causing this?"

Meanwhile, far above in the eye of this storm, was Jack Frost. He looked grim as he observed what he was causing. Honestly he was hoping for a blizzard, but a practical hurricane would do for now.

And yet he still didn't feel any better.

Rather, he felt WORSE.

He flew around some more, idly and apathetically watching the chaos and destruction his storm caused. Already there were reporters from around the world, each one vying to be the news station that got the most coverage of the "Middle Monsoon", as it had been dubbed.

He went right up behind a reporter and screamed "I'M CAUSING THIS! ME! JACK FROST! AND I'M NOT LETTING UP UNTIL YOU START BELIEVING IN ME!" He repeated his message even when his throat became raw and hoarse from yelling and coughing. Some reporters would look behind them, as if they were aware of him, but then would say otherwise. One even told their crew "Ha ha very funny guys, there isn't a wailing ghost behind me."

Jack was ready to scream even more and rip his hair out. He was still dying, he was still sick, why wasn't anyone believing in him?! They were letting him die! They were going on, blissfully ignorant of a life withering away before their very eyes! He soared above the clouds, pausing in the still night air above to glare at the moon. "WHY IS NO ONE BELIEVING ME?!" He shrieked "WHY?!"

He paused upon hearing bells. He turned to find North and the others approaching on his sleigh. "Oh, so NOW YOU COME?!" Jack yelled at them "NOW, WHEN I'M ALMOST DEAD?!"

North had to swerve to avoid the bitter ice that followed. Sandy quickly sent over dream-sand, but Jack dodged it "YOU'RE AGREEING TO KILL ME, HUH?! SURE, KILL THE GUY WHO SAVED YOU!" He couldn't contain his rage against the world now that he let go of it.

Tooth flew out "No! Jack, we want to help...!"

Jack didn't know how to respond, so he angrily sent another blast "Could've said that earlier!"

North stood, drawing both his swords and letting Bunnymund take the reins "FROST! STAND DOWN RIGHT NOW!"

Jack faltered again. North had never yelled at him like that. But why should he be yelling when Jack was doing what anything with a life would- lashing out in an attempt to stay alive? They still didn't understand, they still didn't think he was right.

Jack straightened himself like a pole and shot beneath the clouds.

Tooth followed close after him in a blur of blue-green "JACK!"

Sandy drifted down with armfuls of dream-sand ready to anesthetize Jack.

North and Bunny circled above the clouds, reluctant to send the sleigh below, then dived into the storm.

Jack was now weaving around the rain, using the wind and pelting droplets to his advantage. This didn't halt Toothiana at all, and she continued shooting after him "JACK FROST! DO YOU REALIZE HOW MANY CHILDREN ARE WAKING UP WITHOUT PRESENTS UNDER THEIR PILLOW?!"

Jack sent a chilled blast after her "STILL ABOUT TEETH, HUH?!"

Tooth barely dodged the blast, but she couldn't help but squeal as her hands were almost burned with the cold. This caused Jack to pause even more. What did he just do?

He was whirled around as North's sleigh hurtled past, getting a bare nick- well, more like a cut, but it was just in his shoulder, not bleeding that much -from a blade and a sudden flash from one of Bunnymund's grenades. Just a flash, nothing much, he's holding back, he quickly reassured himself, you're still gonna live.

Another yell boomed over the thunder "JACK! THIS IS NOT THE WAY! THINK OF THE CHILDREN!"

With his vision still blurring and spotty, he froze up... something "YEAH! THE ONES THAT DON'T BELIEVE ME!"

This time he felt a boomerang whirl maybe a little too close to his head "THIS STILL ISN'T RIGHT!"

"JACK! FIND YOUR CENTER!"

He gripped his head, trying so hard to stay afloat. His wind was dying away with his thoughts: not hit with dream-sand, per say, but more of going under from his own emotion. His anger was consuming him, his grief for the only person who he felt could mourn for him was dragging even more away. He heard a voice in his head, Pitch, whispering right into his very consciousness "Darkness and cold go very well together..."

He felt himself fall, conveniently dodging a golden blast, then recovered. He swooped away, retreating and calling off the storm "Wind! You know where to go!"

Sandy followed him, but halted when North called him back. He flew over, finding Bunny clutching Tooth, who was shivering and covered in a thick layer of frost.

...

Jack crashed somewhere in the Arctic. The snow was such a welcome relief to him and he buried himself in it, curling up and shivering with dry sobs. What was he doing? Surviving. What was he thinking? Living. Why was he hurting? Nothing much else he could do...

Right?

The desolation and destruction he had caused finally registered, and he knocked his stiff and hard hands against his head "Ugh! You IDIOT! What made you think a storm would convince them? A storm?! At your power level?!" He stopped berating himself to cough.

Now his fatigue registered. He was tired... so tired... The storm had sapped away more of his precious time. He clawed out a small hole in the snow, gazing at the moon again.

"Please tell me... that this isn't part of your plan..."

Uh oh, what's in store for our little Frost-y? He's slowly slippin' and sliding around the slippery slope known as villainy because of desperation, that's what.