Sandy left north's workshop, in a state of bliss.
So many good dreams tonight!
His work always made him happy. But still it saddend sandy that he could barely help jack.
You see, Jack was tormented every night by a weak pitch. Being in a sorry state had surely slowed pitch's attempt's to end jack (for they were now mortal enemys) but being the king of nightmares did have it's advantage's.
As sandy merrily made his way to jack's room, he sensed somthing off. He stopped in his tracks and looked around. The yeti's and elves were going about their work and nothing seemed to be wrong. Yet he stood there, listening carefully.
THUMP
Sandy jumped at the sound and gasped (silently) and but strangly The yeti's around him took no notice of the thump.
THUMP
It was louder this time, and it seemed to be eminating from a source.
THUMP!
Sandy ran forward following the noise,
THUMP! THUMP!
And it led him straight to his worst fear.
THUMP!
Sandy was standing in front a door. Carved into the wood above the handle were the words: Jack frost.
THUMP!
The noise's were coming from right inside the door. Sandy held out his hand and one of his sand whips materialized in his hand.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Sandy reached out his hand to open the door, then recoiled. It was burning hot!
THUMP!
Hot? Jack was in danger! Sandy expertly flicked his wrist making the whip he was holding wrap around the door-knob.
THUMP!
He pulled and the door flung open.
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