For the next nine months he remained at Jenna's beck and call. The moment she was alone, he was right there. She clearly needed him in the later months when the overheating got even worse. The cold room was a lifeline to her. But, on the day she was ready to give birth, Jack noticed that something was off about her. He didn't like it.

"Jack?" she whispered, as he knelt to her side.

"Look at me," he urged. She nodded and gazed at him. Now he grimaced. Her eyes were losing the blue hue to them. As he thought, most of her chilling talent was going directly to the child. "Jenna. I need you tell me if you feel cold. Okay? You may start to."

"No…" she whimpered. "You'll…still stay with me?"

"Yes. Don't worry," he smiled softly. "Like I said before. I will take care of you if anything happens to you. No matter how cold you get. I will care for you."

She nodded and cried out at the feel of another contraction. He stood up, as Clifton walked into the hut. The two children were in their beds and told to keep calm. They knew that another baby was coming. Jack nodded to the man and stood aside to watch the midwife appear to help. He kept his arms crossed, as Jenna labored with her breathing. At a final push, the shrill cries of a baby filled the room.

"A girl! With…eyes of ice…?" the midwife gasped.

"Let me see," Jack muttered. The woman gave the newborn to Jenna and was forced back. When Jack glared at the woman, she left. Now he studied the newborn with a light sigh. The blue in the baby girl's eyes was slightly more intense. When he looked at Jenna, he pursed his lips together. Her eyes were nearly brown. They still held some blue, but it wasn't as much as before. Sighing a bit harder, he whispered to her, "Do you feel cold?"

"I…" she shivered and trembled. He knew she did. She didn't want to confirm his thoughts.

"It's okay," he muttered softly in her ear. "Clifton. This is the girl."

"Is it?" Clifton frowned. On seeing the eyes of the baby, he grimaced. "Fine."

"I won't take her away. All I will do is follow her through her life. I will protect her with everything I have. And don't worry about Jenna. I will still assist her, too, if she needs it. I vowed to help her. I keep to my vow," Jack said lightly.

"I can understand that. What will you do now?" Clifton asked.

"I'll check on the food stores. She will need some heavy meat to help her recover. I'll take care of that. I'll also drop in on the smithy. I need to check on his supplies, too. Something's brewing a hundred miles out in the east. I've been keeping track of it. Anyways, I'll be back later," Jack said lightly. Jenna nodded to him, as she nursed the special newborn. Jack sped out the door and was in front of the smithy door in seconds. On walking in, he asked, "Is anyone here?"

"Yes! What can I do for…oh. It's you. What is it?" Master McGreggor said.

"Jenna gave birth to the girl I will follow."

"Did she?! I'll stop by the hut later."

"I'm sure you would. Also, how are your supplies?"

"I'm good for now."

"Good. I'll make sure you get more. Something is coming at us from the east. It's slow, but it may be a problem. You need to fortify this village. Fast."

"What threat?"

"Raiders. Not the ones I forcefully allied with, of course. However, I'll be paying them a visit soon, too. They will want to safeguard their village. If they come through here, you may be selling wares. Quite a few wares. So, I'll get you more supplies. You just need rough ores?" Jack asked.

"Yes. The rough ones work best to refine better. Easier to melt and blend into harder metals. You have an idea of where to look?" the man asked with an intriguing raise of his brow.

"I always know where to look," Jack chuckled. "Just be glad that I'm helping you and not making the forge cold!"

"Do you have any idea how hard it would be to build the heat back up?!" the master scowled, and Jack started laughing. "Give the raiders your pranks! I beg of you!"

"Don't worry," he grinned wickedly. "With what I have planned for them…all will be well. For us, at least. I'm going to head north now."

"I'll check on my apprentice," the Master muttered. Jack bowed and vanished away to leave a trail of cold mist behind him. "Blow out my forge! Bah! It would take me a good hour to get it back!"

Jack was only giggling with amusement, as he sought out the barbaric raiders in question. On finding the small camp, he landed with an explosion of ice and snow to purposely kill their fire. As if on cue, several of the men appeared to be ready to fight. Then they saw him and stopped dead in their tracks.

"What in the blazes…oh…" their leader said with a small wince. "It's you."

"Yes. Me. I have a warning for you. I need your help," Jack muttered lightly. "Your village may also be in danger, if you don't assist. It's more raiders, but this time from the east. A hundred miles out. I hope you understand."

"Finally! Some action!" a man shouted. Others were already making claims on spoils.

"And the towns you protect?" the leader asked.

"The one in the very south is the one I am personally defending. The raiders are in the same southern area. If these raiders get within a half mile of it, you'll lose what gold and armor they carry. As well as the fresh horses they bring," Jack smirked. "To the winner goes the spoils, as they say…"

"That they do!" the leader growled. He clearly wanted to be the winner. He would ensure the raiding party didn't get to their goal. "We need better weapons."

"I know. There is a Master Smithy there. Master McGreggor. He has a shop set up in the far southernmost village on the edge of it. Be neutral, and he'll sell to you. Any other attitude…I'll kill you before he can lop off your head," Jack warned. "If you need furs, the town can also provide."

"Good to know," the leader nodded. Many of their furs were old and stiff from use. Others were ragged and falling apart. "How long do we have?"

"One month. Leave now and you can reach the town within a week. Do note. A massive set of ice mountains block the path. They are my mountains. If you move through them…travel carefully. Understood?" Jack said. "If you don't, many will die of frost and broken necks…"

"What of our animals?" another man asked.

"Single file line only," Jack advised. "You could go around the ice mountains, but you'll be looking at another week in a wild forest. Tread carefully."

"That we will," the leader nodded. Jack smirked and vanished away easily. Next on his list of things to do was ore supplies. He seemed to hover on the wind, as he gleaned information from the very wind that aided him. Turning north, he sped off towards some mountainous slopes. On landing, he magnified the ice to force the mountain wall to split. Once the vein of ore was revealed, he used more ice to break off the massive chunk of rock. The real problem he had was transporting it. He was able to force the ice into the veins of the rock to make a type of chiseling effect. The whole piece crumbled down for easier transport. He made the bits into the form of hail, and the wind was able to pick up the pieces easily. It was quite a bit of power that he was using. He was going to have to rest afterwards.

"The things I do for Jenna…" he sighed. He focused again on what he had to do. The small lumps of ice-coated ore was now transported all the way south to the smithy. He was moving so fast that many thought they saw a meteor shower from how the light was reflecting off of the icy ore bits. When he landed, he had to focus for the ore to land in spots somewhat close to the smithy. He didn't want any falling pieces to hit the village. He also knew that he wasn't going to spend the time to gather up the pieces. He sped back to Jenna's hut and walked in.

"Jack?" Jenna frowned in the bed. She saw how drained he looked.

"I brought ore. It's around the smith shop. They'll need to gather it up. I did my part. Where are the others?" Jack asked, as he managed to sit down.

"They just left for the smithy," she said. Her newborn was sleeping comfortably, and she carefully set the small girl in the bed. She got up, but Jack was there to push her back down. At the feel of his cold touch, she gasped. Then she stared at him with shock. She felt the cold for the first time in her life. Now she was shaking with disbelief, and he was quick to grab a fur to wrap her with. Even through the fur, she still felt his chill.

"I'm…sorry, Jenna…" he winced.

"It's not intense," she admitted. "It's just…the first time I've ever felt cold…"

"I know," he muttered with a nod. "I'll have to keep my distance."

"No."

"Why?"

"I'll wear more furs. Don't stay away from me. I don't care if I feel cold."

"I won't leave your life."

"I know. I just…don't want you to keep your distance."

"How cold do you feel?"

"Not that cold," she murmured and pulled him close to kiss him. There was just enough cold immunity within her to withstand his kiss. That was more than enough for him. When the newborn cried, Jenna swallowed and nodded at the small push from him to tend to the girl.

"I need to fetch some meat for you. When your husband returns, tell him of the ore around the smithy. He needs to collect it. I did my part by bringing it," Jack said.

"I will," she nodded, as she nursed the hungry baby. He nodded and left quickly to fill the cold storage shed with as much meat as it could hold. He knew it was needed for the next week to come.