Author's Note: I would like to thank Jack Frost for giving me a two hour school delay. And, it is finally winter break today! Any way, I am trying to make the chapters longer. So, enjoy the long chapter.

When I woke up, everything hurt. My body radiated with pain, even from my bones. That is what I got for spending about all day outside.

I slowly crept out from cocoon of blankets and tried to get oriented with the world. The house was empty, the air beginning to cool down, and I had the urge to light up the fire again. But I knew that was not going to be an option with Frosty around, which I figured he would be. Then again, it was getting chilly.

Blankets make a surprisingly perfect outfit. It took a minute, but soon I was decked to the nines. At least, as far as blanket clothing went. One was wound around me, while another draped behind me. I took a little too much pride in my improvised clothing.

It only took a few minutes before my anticipated company showed up. He hardly even knocked, but rather breezed in. I noted how he didn't even brush the ground.

"Are you ready for another day of fun?"

I pulled the blankets closer to me, still feeling my bones ache. "Define fun."

He smirked. It was annoying. "Fun is fun."

I scowled. My meal was sitting out in front of me, clearly interrupted. "Can you tell me what you have planned while I finish eating?"

He huffed like I was inconveniencing him. "I suppose we can spare a few minutes. But we have a window of time that we cannot miss!"

I groaned. He took up a spot across from me and rested his staff against the table. Even though it was not currently in use, it felt like it had some power to it without him using it. I forced my eyes away from it.

"Any way, define what you mean by fun." I shoveled up a spoonful of oatmeal. "I hope it is not another snowball war."

"Nope!" He had the largest grin on his face. I had the feeling like I should smack it off of his face. Nothing good was going to result from that face. "It might result in something like that if we aren't careful."

I paused before my next bite. "What do you mean something like that?"

"Can you eat faster?

It wasn't even thirty minutes later we were floating in the air. He had told me to stand on his staff, which we were now using like a surfboard. I only had to clutch on to him arm rather than being forced to cling on to him. That was a relief to me.

I looked over the trees. The sunlight made the snow sparkle, and the whole world looked at peace. I sighed. My breath curled up in a steamy cloud. Thankfully Jack gave me ample time to get ready for our little expedition. The fact that I was even thankful about that was sickening to me.

He reached into his pocket and took out a glass sphere. There was something on the inside making it cloudy. He shook it and I saw a building of some sort form in the center of it.

"What is that?" I asked.

He grinned again. "A snow globe. It makes portals." He rolled it idly in his hand before suddenly throwing it in front of us. It exploded, forming a circle with some odd shape in it.

I swallowed. "What is that?" At least, I tried to say that. I actually said, "What is thaaaaaaaaaaah!"

We dove down, flying straight to the portal at full speed. I nearly fell off, causing me to inadvertently hold on to his arm even tighter. My boots did not feel like they were going to keep me on the staff. It made me feel sick.

Next thing I knew, we were coasting in the air where it was much colder. Mountains surrounded us, and a warm cabin like mansion sprawled on top of one of the peeks. It had a small trail of smoke pumping out of it, light from the windows making the snow surrounding look golden. It looked like a nice, cozy location against the austere land that surrounded it.

"Summer, I present to you, the North Pole!"

I forgot how to breathe momentarily. The North Pole. Santa's Workshop. Santa Claus was just a short distance away. Santa Claus! My brain was not properly functioning after this realization.

We slowly drifted down to the building. Jack was steering us to the side of the building for some reason. We got close enough to see into some of the windows. They were slightly foggy from the frost, but I could see, the inside was bright with activity in each of them.

"Are we going to go inside?"

He nodded. "Just be quiet though. The old man doesn't know that we are here."

I decided that staring slack jawed into the the windows when they came by was the best thing for me to do at this time. It slowly became harder and harder to see through them as we came closer. Soon there was just a series of shapes behind foggy windows. Most of them were bright, but a few were dark. One of the rooms we passed by was pitch black.

We slowed to a stop near one of the windows. There was no movement or sound coming from the other end. It was to hard to see inside, but Jack did not seem to care. He gripped the edge and began to futz with one of the panes.

"I thought you said we were going to go inside."

"We are." He grinned evilly again. I got a sensation of gut dropping fear. "But they don't know that."

The realization struck me. "We are breaking into Santa's Workshop."

"Bingo." There was a dull click and swish as the window finally went with Jack's whims. He slid it up as delicately as he could, making a dismal amount of sound. "And we are in."

I would have stepped back and away if I had not been floating on Jack's staff about a thousand feet above the nearest snow covered rock. From five feet those rocks would have been deadly. I just wanted to get away from the whole situation before it all exploded in our faces. I knew there was a reason I wanted to get away from Jack and that smirk.

"Jack!" I said a little too loudly. He cupped a hand over my mouth.

"Quiet! You don't want to get busted, right?" I looked at him with confusion. Slowly, he lowered his hand and returned it to the windowsill. "It will be fun, I swear."

I hesitated, having an internal war. Maybe if we were careful we wouldn't get caught. Then nobody would have to ever know and I could get away without any damage.

Before I knew it, I was pulling myself through the window.

I really hated myself at that moment.

Now, don't think of me in a bad light. I am not miss prissy perfect who always did everything right. But I also wasn't somebody to break into Santa's Workshop. I'm pretty sure that would rocket me into the Naughty List if I wasn't on there already.

It looked to be a spare bedroom. A very fluffy bed was right under the window, which made for a very nice landing when I nearly fell on my face. There was a fluffy rug that surrounded the bed. The floors were a light wood, a polish shining with the dull light. A wardrobe was pressed up against the wall near a large wooden door.

Jack breezed in and carefully landed on the ground. There was almost no sound when his feet touched the ground. He pressed a finger to his lips and drifted to the door. I got up and crept after him. Each footfall made me shudder.

He carefully opened the door and stuck his head out. After a few deathly quiet moments, he opened the door further and slipped through. I followed after him.

Even from the hall, you could hear what was going on in the main workshop. There were small thrums from guitars, pounds from drums, bangs from hammers and tearing of paper. The workshop was alive with sounds. A smell of cookies filled the air.

I paused to look around. This place felt like an oversized cabin on Christmas. Jack seemed to be paying no attention to the decorations, but was actually trying to continue our expedition.

He paused by a turn in the hall. I quietly approached him, fearing making too much noise. Carefully, I tapped him on the shoulder.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

He glanced back at me. "Dunno."

With that great thought, we headed down the next hall. The sounds of the hustle and bustle continued uninterrupted. Jack suddenly paused and stiffened. I saw a bit of panic cross his face. He opened a door and practically threw me into the room with the help of his wind.

Before I could ask or protest, he covered my mouth and held his breath. I took it to mean that we were about to get into deep crap. My heart began to race, only getting worse as we waited for even longer.

After what felt like forever, he removed his hand and slowly crept to the door. He put a finger on his lips and left me.

Twenty minutes later, he still hadn't returned.

Author's Note: So, there you have it. Please review and all that stuff that makes me happy!