Author's Note: Happy first day of Winter and Winter Solstice! It's certainly a day for Jack Frost! Any way, enjoy this chapter! For those of you who might be wondering, there is rationale as to why Summer just goes along with everything Jack forces her into. That will be brought up in the following chapter. Like I said, hang on there. This chapter is pretty straight forward, albeit a tad different. I had to try to describe some things I wasn't fully sure of. So, don't hate!

I checked the clock again. Literally, twenty minutes had passed since Jack had left. It felt more like twenty years. Aside from my blood pounding in my ears and the clock's ticks, I heard absolutely nothing. Whatever the walls and doors were made of, they did a brilliant job of quieting the noises of the workshop.

I looked around the room. It was a lounge. A fireplace took up a good chunk of a wall, with bookcases filling the rest of the walls. A grandfather clock was behind me, a dull series of ticks and tocks coming from it in a rhythmic pattern. A big, fluffy sofa sat under a window.

I roamed around the room, taking yet another lap. What was I going to do? Jack had gone away, leaving me alone in the North Pole!

I ran my hand through my hair, my hat in my other hand. There had to be some way out of this. Some path that would let me escape. Jack had used a snow globe to get us here, so maybe I could use a snow globe to get me back! I smiled a bit, almost forcing myself. Hopefully that would trick my mind into thinking I actually was confident in the plan.

It didn't work.

I cracked open the door enough for me to get a look through with one eye. Nothing. Still, I held my breath as I opened the door a bit more. The door was well oiled, so it didn't make a noise as it moved, which I was very thankful for.

The sounds of the workshop were the only noises I could hear from the outside. Nobody was aroud. I exited the room, stepping on the balls of my feet to prevent making any sound. It was hard to do in these boots. Now was when I needed to think fast.

I decided to continue down the hall rather than backtrack. It was risky, but I felt like that was a worse option than forging forward. So down the hall I went, trying not to breathe too loudly or step on creaking floorboards. Somehow, I managed to do reach the end of the hall without dying.

The hall took a sharp turn right, which led directly out to the workshop. I stuck my head around the corner to see what I was about to step into.

The place was alive with large white beings. They looked to be about seven feet tall, covered in snowy white hair. Abominable snowmen? Some of them were working lifts, bringing crates of wrapped gifts through the air to various levels. Some of them were even working on toys!

I was on an upper level than the majority of the workshop. There was a door nearby, then another door far past that. The creatures were swarming everywhere, so I figured if I were to continue I would have to run to even make it to the nearest room. The other one was out of the question.

That is when I heard it.

The creak and groan of floor boards. A voice speaking in some grunt version of english. They were coming up behind me.

I whirled around. They were yet to enter this hall, but they were getting close. My eyes shot to the lounge which I had just come from. It was a greater distance than the door in the center of the workshop! Whoever it was was coming quickly.

My mind went blank. At least, my memory did. The next thing I knew, I was diving into the room in the workshop. My breath was ragged and short, and the room was in a blur.

Finally, I managed to get my sights about me. Things came into focus slowly, but surely. I was the room's only occupant. A set of windows took up the majority of one wall, letting the bright winter sun in. Some of the walls seemed to be made of piles of snow. In the center of my line of sight sat a very elaborate ice sculpture. It looked like a train enthusiast's dream track, only hand carved. Tools for the carving sat on the table, surrounded by half melted shards of ice. A few tiny ice trains sat nearby, and other small sculptures of other things on a nearby table. All of them looked like a fairy had made them.

I turned around after gawking at the table. There were a few shelves on the walls. Some of them had russian nesting dolls on them, others with books or even more toys on them. The door looked like a barricade you would find in Fort Knox, but somehow cheerful and warm. A plate of warm cookies and a glass of milk stood at attention near the door. The scent filled the room.

I decided to pay closer attention to the nesting dolls, as they looked like the least breakable thing for me to gaze at. There was one that looked like Santa Claus. At least, I assumed that was him. He was bright red with a beard and a pouting expression. When I finally worked up the nerve to open it, I saw a much cheerier version, with him smiling. One of them was gray and painted sort of like a rabbit. That must be the Easter bunnies! The next one was almost entirely pure, shimmering gold. A cherub like face was painted on that one. Another one was a tropical green with a few other vibrant colors on it. The woman had flamboyant magenta eyes. Who could that be?

The last painted one was Jack's. It was impossible to mistake. On it, he was wearing his hoodie and a up-to-no-good look. Even the paint seemed to catch the daring look in his eye.

I set it down and saw a sixth one. It was blank. The pale wood had no markings or anything. When I opened it, none of the other layers had a drop of paint on them.

Delicately, I set it down where it had been. Something glinted behind it, catching my attention. A snow globe!

I quickly took up my prize and grinned like a mad woman. Great! Now I had to figure out how to operate it!

The door clicked loudly. As previously stated, it looked like something from Fort Knox. It wasn't going to open in a split second. I had maybe less than ten.

Cramming my eyes shut and saying it as fast as I could, I pleaded in a whisper to the snow globe. "Take me home!" Before I could think about what this could entail, I threw it to the ground.

Author's Note: Dun dun DUUUUUUH! Please review and such! I hope you liked it!