A quick Author Note for the previous chapter! As you can see, there was a mention of Jack Frost in the 10th chapter. But no, I didn't refer to the Jack Frost in ROTG by DreamWorks. Jack Frost is like Santa Claus and Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy and such, he was a character who is not owned by DreamWorks (sorry…) he's just another Mythology character. So that's why, this story is NOT a crossover.

Unicorns: Oh, okay then… I never thought I would have such a young reader :)

This chapter, once again, is a little exploring to Eira's life! Enjoy!

Eira walked through the bright grand halls. Ivory pillars decorated with gold stood tall by the big windows that overlooked to the sky scenery above the clouds. Her light footsteps were the only sound echoing in the empty castle.

She came to a halt in front of majestic golden double doors. With a flick of her wrist, the doors opened and let her pass through to the throne room. There, sitting on the golden throne, was a silver haired young man, probably at his early twenties. His face was pale and flawless, his eye color was so light that it could pass as white, staring directly at the Ice Spirit, but she didn't even flinch.

"Brother." She curtsied before walking closer to him. "You wish to speak with me?"

"How's the part of the earth you've spread your winter with?" Jack Frost asked; his voice cold and emotionless.

Eira shrugged, "Fine. They really enjoy ice skating on the lakes. And don't worry, this time the ice won't break."

He nodded, "And the snowflakes?"

"No two are alike." She confirmed, "Just as you wished for, Brother."

Jack leaned back on his throne with a nod. "If only…"

"What?"

"If only that witch didn't come and cursed this land."

The Ice Spirit raised a brow at her brother. "Well, don't have the blame on me. If there was one person Father and Mother could trust with their little secret-"

"Will you sacrifice yourself then?" Jack asked,

"Of course not!" Eira replied instantly, "We could find a way out without sacrificing me to that witch."

"I've thought so." Jack said, "You're too selfish to sacrifice yourself for your kingdom."

The Ice Spirit scoffed like it was a stupid word to say. "Selfish? You, the self-centered Prince who wants nothing but the throne, the one who could easily bait his own sister to the witch if only there wasn't many people in that ballroom, called me selfish?!"

Jack stood up, his white eyes flaming with anger. "Don't you dare speak to me like that!"

"Or what?!" Eira snapped, "What are you gonna do? We're Spirits, we're already dead! You can't kill me. Oh, or do you want to banish me? Well Brother, if you haven't realized; we're all stuck in this damn castle! Even how tired I am to be in the same castle for centuries, I had to go back here!" she screamed in frustration, shooting ice all around her, but none hit the Winter Lord, it just went through him like he wasn't there.

"You better leave and go back to that kingdom you love so much." Jack stated coldly, "Go, before I change my mind."

Eira turned sharply on her heels and ran out from the throne room, her vision blurry from the tears in her eyes, but she kept running and running, until she was out of the clouds and came back to the old debris that was once her home.

She fell to her knees and rubbed her eyes, trying to stop the tears that kept flowing from her eyes. Her fingernails clawed into the wild grass below her as she closed her eyes, trying to calm herself.

"Eira!" Damien rushed to her side, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, it's okay… Your Brother is a jerk, you know that."

The Ice Spirit wiped away her tears and looked up at her fellow. "I know." She said quietly, and with no one expecting it, she buried her face on his chest.

Damien was, of course, surprised to have her willingly went into his embrace. But it only took him a few seconds before he wrapped her with his arms with his chin on top of her head, letting her pour out all her sadness.

"Hey Eira?" he called after she calmed down, still in his tight embrace, receiving an 'hm' from her. "My name is Damien and I like warm hugs."

She chuckled quietly; face still buried on his board chest. She looked up at him and smiled, wiping away her tears. "Somehow I'm familiar with that line…"

The Spirit of Mischievousness grinned at her. "Well, you might. Tell me when you remember it fully, okay?"

"It's a deal."