AN: Hope you enjoy. R&R


Whispers buzzed through the darkness of Jack's mind, his hands curling in the fabric of the bed sheets he lay on top of, trying to block them out.

'No one can see you.' The summer fairies giggled, 'No one ever will.'

Cupid glared down at him angrily, 'Why are you even here?'

'Do us all a favour and stay out of my way.' He heard Bunnymund snarl.

The voices joined as one, their words garbled yet familiar as they murmured.

'Please! Help!' he screamed into the dark as he ran, 'I don't want to be alone. Don't leave me!' he cried as the owners of the voices disappeared before he could reach them.

He heard a thundering crack lie shattering ice and fell into the nothingness; he tried to fight it, trying to claw his way to the surface before it invaded his lungs; his hands scrabbling at his throat before it all faded before him.


Pitch stood to attention as he felt fear in the air and began making his way to its source. He paused for a moment, watching from the shadows as Jack Frost tossed and turned. His white hair was in disarray as his head was flung to the side, the room was colder; frost climbing the bed posts its patterns intricate and sparkling.

He stepped forward when the boy let out a sob and made his way to the bed. Jack's fear rolled off him in waves, saturating the very air, it tasted almost familiar...his mind couldn't place when but he had definitely had felt this before; a long time ago when he was still so very weak.

Tears streamed down the frost spirits face freely before turning into ice and seemingly absorbed into the pale skin. He debated with himself for a moment before sitting down by Jack's side and laying a hand upon his forehead.

Silver flecked gold eyes opened to the sight of the lake by his lair, the wind howled and the moon was full yet he felt nothing from it as if it was near devoid of consciousness, only an echo of Mim.

There was the sound of ice breaking and he stepped towards the lake, simply watching as Jack Frost emerged in the clothes he had first seen him in; the boy floating up into the sky as the moon shone.

He landed soft on the ice, unsteady on his feet and looked up at the moon one again, his silver hair shining.

The world seemed to shimmer and change and before he knew it he was back in his lair, sitting by Jack while he blinked as if awakening. Sparing a glance at Jack he saw the boy was in peaceful slumber and stood.

He looked at his hand and shook his head, he did not often draw people out of nightmares; in fact he never did, so why had he done so for Jack Frost?

'He is your ally now' his mind whispered and he latched onto the reason like a leech.

Of course that was why, they were allies yet as he stepped into the shadows he looked at the boy once more and a shard of doubt pierced his excuse. 'Maybe that's not the only reason.' He thought.


Jack jumped out of bed, eyes wide as he was nudged again. Looking beside him he found a nightmare looking at him, head bowed in respect, "Did Pitch send you to wake me up?" he asked in confusion, the shadow horse gave a nod and galloped through the door.

He rushed out of the room, staff in hand, and followed the creature until he came across the main chamber where Pitch sat on his throne, "What's happening?" he asked frantically upon his arrival.

The man smiled and stood slowly, "It seems the guardians have come to visit us, Jack. No doubt they plan to stop me again."

"What are you going to do?" Jack asked as the man glided to him.

Pitch smiled, taking hold of Jack's chin gently, "We shall greet them of course."

Jack diverted his gaze, "A-are we going to hurt them?"

"Not unless they try to hurt us." He informed soothingly, retracting his hand, "Just as darkness cannot be destroyed the light must remain. There must always be a balance. I simply wish for both sides to be equal. It is as I said before; one cannot exist without the other."

The frost spirit nodded, he didn't want to hurt anyone he just wanted to be seen.

"But first," Pitch said breaking him out of his musings, "As a prince you must look as such unless you are attached to your current clothing, if so I understand."

"Can I keep these trousers? It was what I woke up in I ca-"

Pitch nodded, "Of course. Do you have any other things you wish to keep the same? I will use my shadows to create your new attire but it is your choice what it shall look like."

Jack grinned at that, Pitch was willing to use his powers for something like this, just for him?

"I- um...I like having a hood so that can stay. But will it look like yours?"

"It will be all your own, you can weave your magic into it to make changes after I am finished. Shall I begin?" Jack nodded and Pitch laid a hand on his shoulder, his shadows and sand seeping into the boy's clothes and changing them to his design. He felt the boy shiver at the feel of it on his skin but did not break contact until he was finished.

As he stepped back he took in the frost spirits form. A sleeveless stiff collared jacket lay on his torso, the fabric a mix of Jack's signature blue and Pitch's black mixing into a gradient of different variations of their colours as it went down and to the boys knees; ending with a deep blue. It was form fitting on the waist when buttoned much as Pitch's robe was but the opened out bottom made moving easier.

A short cloak of black lay draped across his shoulders, a silver snowflake shaped pin securing it, its fabric light and its hood deep, giving a regal look befitting the prince Jack now was.

Jack's trousers were untouched by his shadows while the boy's arms were adorned with what looked like form fitting gauntlets of black and silver, the fingers uncovered. Jack moved his arms and was in awe at how like they felt.

He then turned a dazzling smile to Pitch, the man returning it with a smirk, "Do you like it? It doesn't feel uncomfortable in any way?"

"I like it, it's actually more comfortable than I thought though," at this he placed his hand over the fabric and in an instant frost sprang from his pale fingers, weaving into the fabric and down the middle of the shirt, up to the collar and sparsely around the cut off shoulders creating an elaborate pattern that resembles silver embroidery. As his powers finished its work on the hem of the fabric he removed his hand. "Now it's perfect." He said with a grin.

Pitch had not thought such a look would ever be directed at him by anyone yet he found himself giving a smirk in return.

"Then let us greet our guests."


AN: To Mangaluver I saw your comment and wondered what you meant, I haven't been reading much Blackice of late and the ones I've read have all been pretty different and original. So I was wondering how do they all go the same way? I don't really want to fall into the trap so it'd be good to see what I need to look out for.