For years, Jack didn't allow himself to linger in Arendelle. Every winter he would bring the customary snow, allowing it to stay for the minimum amount of time and then handing the reigns to Camilla, the spirit of Autumn. The months he spent there were the most painful months of his existence. He felt a constant pull to return to the castle, to see the beautiful princess who dwelt within it's stone walls.

But, he told himself, the pain of never knowing her would be much less painful than knowing and losing her. Outwardly, he cursed the day he entered the castle as he told himself that he was much better off before seeing her. But secretly, deep in his dreams he knew he wouldn't trade those moments for anything in the world. To see her porcelain skin and breathe in her subtle scent, it had been worth it to him. To know that such a person existed and existed near him was almost more than he could bear. Being near her hurt him and he was much too cowardly to inflict such pain upon himself. So he kept his distance, just as he'd always been advised to do.

At the moment however, winter in Arendelle was the furthest thing from Jack's mind. He found himself in Australia, enjoying himself immensely as he watched the mortals below struggle to understand the light dusting of snow they had found outside their homes that morning. It wasn't often that Jack was able to visit Australia, but when he did, he played as much mischief as he could as was his forte.

A warm breeze ruffled his hair and he looked up just in time to see a figure shoot over his head, bent on getting somewhere warm. Jack's mouth curled mischievously as a snowball formed in his hand. With the perfect aim that comes from years of practice, Jack chucked the ball at the retreating form, hitting it square in the face.

A cry of outrage could be heard as the spirit squinted to locate the thrower and assess the need for revenge. Jack quickly screwed his face up in an innocent whistle as he looked around nonchalantly. When the other spirit's eyes rested on Jack the fury turned to a bright smile that lit the boy's face.

"Jack Frost!" He called, beckoning him over.

"Adekagagwaa!" Jack called back, expertly pronouncing the Native American name.

At this the boy frowned, "I wish you wouldn't use that name. It makes me sound like some chief or something."

Jack's grin broadened as he saluted the other boy, "As you wish, my liege." His mockery was met with a withering glance and he laughed, "I'm only kiddin' ya' Deck. What's up? What brings you around these parts this late in the year. Trying to barge in on my territory?" Being a spirit was lonely business. Often they visited each other at odd times in the year, just to have someone to talk to and truth be told, Jack was glad for the company.

At the question, however, Deck's face fell and he ran a hand through his golden brown hair, "I'm just trying to get away I suppose. I was cooking up a massive summer storm yesterday and a ship got caught in the winds. It overturned."

Jack placed a consoling hand on his friend's shoulder, sympathy in his eyes, "Don't beat yourself up about it Deck. Sometimes it happens, no one's to blame."

"I know. I just wish it hadn't happened. They were royals. Just trying to visit family Germany. That's the worst thing about this life, you know? The casualties that get caught up in natural disasters." The boy closed his dark eyes and shook his head, trying to shake out the memory.

"Do you know what you could use?" Jack asked.

Deck's eyes flew open in panic, "Oh no. No no. None of your misdeeds today, I'm on a schedule. I have to be in America ASAP. They could use a bit of warmth there." As he spoke he backed away slowly, holding his hands out in a last ditch effort of protection.

A snowball was already formed in Jack's hand and before the last words had left the other boy's mouth, he was hit smack dab in the chest with it. And now revenge really was in order.

Deck called up a southern wind and pushed Jack off course while quickly forming a rain cloud that promptly dumped itself on the snow spirit. The rain was immediately turned to ice torpedoes which shot themselves back at the golden haired boy. Before they could do any kind of damage, however, they were melted in a blast of warm air.

"Jack seriously! I have to go!" But even as he said the words a laugh escaped him, tugging a smile onto his friends lips. Jack shot himself over to Deck and slung an arm around him in a friendly gesture.

"I will let you go when you admit that you had a bit of fun."

Deck gave him a look before swinging his hand out and holding his fingers a few inches apart, "Maybe a little bit."

Jack scoffed and pushed him away, shaking his head in mock disbelief. But something Deck said echoed in his brain, causing him to do a quick 180 and stare at his friend in horror, "Did you say they were royals? Those people on the boat! They were royals? Royals from where?"

Deck looked confused for a moment until it crashed back down on him and he suddenly looked old and tired as if he felt the full weight of his hundreds of years upon him in that moment, "Arendelle."

All the blood drained from the immortal's already pale face. "Elsa," he breathed her name, everything inside him hoping that she wasn't already gone.

Immediately Jack was off.

"Wait! Jack!" Deck called, already his voice was quiet and distant as the northern winds whisked the numb boy away from everything. The only thought in his head was of Elsa and the royals from Arendelle who had gone down with their ship.

Please don't be dead, Elsa.

Please.

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