"Beautiful song Jack." a strange gleam entered the man's eyes as he stood. "Singing of freedom? How sweet Jack." Recan grabbed Jack's wrist and threw her on the bed. "You and your baby will never be free!" he growled as he climbed atop her. Jack screamed as Recan forced her wrists down on either side of her head. "Do you know just how long you have beed here? In my palace?" Recan taunted, "Three and a half months, you're what? Seven months pregnant? Only two short months left Jack, two months." he informed as he stroked Jack's paler than normal cheek. His words echoed in her mind and heart. "No!" she wailed as Recan laughted hotly and pushed a thigh between hers. Jack struggled harder to push the man who was her own personal hell off. "Get off me! Pitch! Help me please! Pitch!" she screamed as fear flooded her system but Recan didn't know that by making Jack afraid he gave Pitch everthing he needed to find them.
Pitch's eyes snapped open from his restless slumber as he felt Jack's, his beautiful Jack, fear. For seven months everyone searched endlessly for Jack, and now he found her. Pulling fourth his globe and looking at the bright ice blue light that represented Jack. Bunny, who had just walked in via tunnel, took one look at the wicked smirk on the Nightmare King's face and knew that he found Jack. "I'll tell the others, go on ahead." the pooka said, in the time that Jack had been missing he and Pitch made a shaky truce. Pitch nodded before disappearing into the shadows.
What Pitch saw when he looked out of the shadows made his blood boil. How dare that thing touch his Jack in such a way. "Get off me!" Jack screeched while Pitch readied his scythe to attack. Jack's screams only added fuel to the growing bonfire as Pitch felt an odd presense in the room. Jack's screams died only to be replaced with chilling laughter. Pitch thought the sorce was Recan, but no, it was Jack. His sweet darling Jack, was laughing at the top of her lungs as her figure shifted and ice covered everying. There in Jack's place was her male counterpart, Jokul Frosti. "Singing of freedom? i need not sing of it. Jack er ikke her, bare Jokul Frosti er fortsatt lure (Jack is not here, only Jokul Frosti is remains fool)." Jokul said in norwegian causing Pitch to falter, not that he hadn't when he saw Frosti. He knew very well who Jokul Frosti was, Jokul was the Norse version of his beloved Jack. Jokul was also an alternat persona of Jack locked away inside her mind. Jokul was the darker half of Jack, for while she was a friendly spirit she was still dangerous. If one were to insult her she would cover that person with snow or turn them to frost if they offended her enough. She was the spirit of crisp, could, winter weather, the season of death. Jack was also a mishief-making spirit, carefree and happiest when she could behave as she please. With no obligations, she was able to flourish. Though she would kill only if provoked she mostly only wished to be a kinder being who like to enjoy herself and bring happiness to other, particularly children. She had once told (read warned) him about a poen about her Norse counter part that he couldn't recall at the moment. So while he knew Jack would never harm anyone, he had fear of his snowflake for the fact that she could handle herself very well. "Recan, du er en dåre. Å tenke at 'du' kan hold 'meg' fangen på dette sted (Recan, you are a fool. To think that 'you' can hold 'me' prisoner in this place)." Jokul said as he pushed the slightly frozen form of Recan of him. He then summoned a whip of ice and lashed it at Recan's face. Recan snapped his head to the side as blood flowed down his face.
"I am Jokul Frosti, Jack Frost's darker half. And i will not let scum like you touch her or her child." Jokul's voice was calm, but the rage within was very clear. "You, Recan, may be the spirit of Death, but it does not mean you cannot die. I am the spirit who kills others after all." He lectured, looking into the wide eyes of Recan as he knelt before his still form. He held up his hand wich now held a dagger of ice. "You made three mistakes. One, you took Jack. Two, you tried to break her will. Three, and probable the worst one yet...you tried to force yourself upon Jack." Recan vainly tried to get away when the dagger found it's place against his throat. "Where are you going?" he growled, tapping the blade against Recan's throat. Pitch desided then it was time for his appearance. Jokul smiled at the Nightmare King and stabbed Recan in the leg. "Pitch, one moment, I am going to put the baby to sleep, then I'll give you Jack back." he kicked Recan in the head knocking him out instantly when his head met the wall behind him.
All the tention faded from Jokul as I moved to catch his shifting body, Jack and Jokul were switching places and slowly the form of my beloved Jack was held in my arms once more. Her eyes opened to reveal her saphire blue eyes. "Pitch?" she whispered softly as she lifted one of her pale hands to my cheek. "Yes dear?" "Is it really you? This isn't a trick?" I grasped the hand on my cheek in my own and knuzzled it. "Yes, it is no trick, lets get you out of here." As I spoke tears began to form in her eyes as a smile graced her lips. I called upon my lead Mare and gently ligted Jack onther her back. She gently threaded her fingers in the sandy mane of the Mare, leaning into me when I sayt behind her. "Home" I ordered and the Mare took off into a run.
leaning into Pitch I smiled as the baby kicked, I was finally going home, Pitch was here, and we were going home. A familiar staff was lain across my lap and I grasped the ancient wood tightly in my hands, feeling my power return to me. I smiled over my should at Pitch who returned the sentement. "Two months, and they'll be here." I whispered as Pitch ran a hand over my belly, unlike when Recan did it I preened as the baby kicked and puched Pitch's hand, they had never done that. Perhaps they knew that it was their father? Santoff Clausen soon came into biew and fear began to fill me. What if the others wouldn't except me anymore? "None of us ever stopped looking for you Jack, don't worry." Pitch whispered, calming my fears. "But what about them knowing about Jokul?" "We'll explain it to them when the time come."
It turned out that Pitch was right, the moment I stepped into Santoff Clausen I was surounded by the elves who pulled at my cloths to follow. Both Pitch and I chukled at their antics. The elves adored me even though I had a bit of a habbit of flash freezing them. The meeting room was loud as North and Bunny argued. Sandy, as soon as he saw me, began trying to get their attention. Pitch was about to till I stopped him. Sandy grabbed an elf, poor thing, and shook it until everyone turned to him. "Yes Sandy?" North boomed as sand smoke spewed out of Sandy's ears. He thrust his tiny finger toward Pitch and I and we waved. "Frostbite!" Bunny bellowed as he jumped over. He began to check me for injuries when a gushing wet feeling fell between my legs. For a few moments everyone paused until a burning pain filled me. "Labor!" I grunted as Pitch caught me. North yelled something in Russian before two "nurse" yeti came and took me from Pitch.