There was nothing but silence. There was not a voice, not a creaking, not a sigh, not a sob. Nothing. Even the air went still and time seemed to pause. Elsa waited, for how long she did not know. It could be meager seconds or minutes had passed, but she waited. She waited for him to say the punch line. She waited for him to burst into laughter and apologize for his unfunny joke. She would be angry then, but she would be relieved as well. He would laugh at her for falling to his trick and she would blush. She knew…any second now…if she just waited a bit longer.

It never came. Not the punch line, not the laughter. Jack Frost just stared at her with tear tracks clearly imprinted on his cheeks and his hands slightly trembling. There was no humor in his eyes, no flash of mischief. There was nothing that indicated that he was lying or playing tricks. He was telling the truth—a harsh, bitter truth.

She withdrew her hands from his hold, an effort so easily done as if Jack had expected her to do so. She stood, distancing herself from him. Her face was a blank canvas, bereft of all emotion save one of shock. As her stare bore down on him, he closed his eyes. The one confession had rid him of all will and left him an empty husk. He felt relief and overwhelming exhaustion at the same time. It was over. She knew now and he would face judgment.

There was a sound of departing footsteps and Jack let her go. He did not bother to go after her. It did not matter. She would no longer return to him. Soon, he would have to explain everything to Edmund and he was not looking forward for that moment. He would have to tell the person that had become his friend and mentor the truth. Jack scoffed. Knowing Edmund, he would never forgive him.

He felt someone touched his hand and looked up. Aghast did not begin how he felt. Elsa was still there, holding his hand, her face a mix of emotions. "Did…didn't you…leave?" Jack stammered.

"I told Edmund and Thiana we won't be joining them for breakfast. Thiana packed ours. Let's go, Jack. You have a lot to tell me." Her words were kind. There was no hatred in them, no anger, and Jack was as confused as he was glad. She handed him his weapons and took his hand.

He let her led him through the door and out of the Aster's estate. He did not know where she was taking him. His mind was full trying to comprehend, trying to convince himself this was not an illusion. Elsa was still in front of him. She had returned to him. She did not loathe touching him. Elsa was giving him a chance. She who had every right to scorn him, to cast him out or commanded for his head, but she did nothing of the sort. He had trouble believing that what she did was not an illusion from his wishful thinking.

Later, they found themselves in Jack's house. They did not discuss where they would have the talk. It was a muted agreement between them. The air was incredibly heavy. Elsa hugged herself, not from the cold, but a nervous habit. She pulled a chair for herself and sat waiting. Jack just stood, bewildered, unsure of what to do.

"There are apples and some sweet breads, I think," Elsa suddenly said. "I think she packed some hot chocolate as well. It's so very kind of her. You can eat first if you're hungry."

The way their conversation began struck Jack as odd, but he went with the flow. "No, I'm…I'm fine."

"What do you mean you are my bane?"

Jack did not answer. Instead he approached the table by her side and placed his palm there. Sheen of ice began to travel its length and it was gone when he withdrew his hand. Elsa blinked in disbelief. It took her some time to comprehend the spectacle.

"How long…"

"Ever since I was born." Jack knew the question even before she finished it.

"All this time…" Elsa closed her eyes, trying to digest the revelation she just witnessed. "I thought I was alone. To know there's someone like me within my own kingdom…"

"Not exactly like you. Our power differs as much it's similar. For once, I can't make intelligent sentinels like your Olaf, but I can fly."

"You can…fly?"

"Drift in the wind, more like."

"I see…"

"Yeah…"

"What else?" When Jack did not immediately answer, Elsa urged, "It can't be just this. Please, Jack." She was afraid, he knew, afraid that he was nothing more than a mere turncoat.

"I'm sorry… There's more, a lot more. I'm just… I'm still having a hard time believing that..." He paused and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was a mixture of desperation and joy in them. "You're still here."

Elsa stood and approached him. She understood full well the emotional frenzy he was feeling now. She had felt the same when she found Anna at her ice castle. She wrapped his hands in hers and said, "When I froze the kingdom, Anna chased me through the mountain. She did not turn her back on me when I did so to her. She saw the good in me and believed in me. It's my turn to believe in someone else now. Everyone we know knows you to be a good guy because you are. That or everyone in Arendelle is a fool. Nobody is that good of an actor, Jack, and you're no actor." Jack had averted his eyes. "What is it?"

"I was ready to throw my life at your mercy. I was ready to face whatever judgment you would cast on me. I wasn't going to beg for forgiveness. But, I wasn't ready for this. Gods, I'm undeserving of your kindness."

"I love you, Jack." Her words made he faced her again. Jack clearly was not expecting to hear such words from her ever again. "I love you enough to give you a chance to explain. I love you enough to believe everything we've been though was not just a ploy to play with my heart. I believe in the way you look at me. I believe in your words when you said you love me. I believe in your tears that you had shed. I want to believe in you, so please convince me." Her bravado mismatched the tears that threatened to spill in the corner of her eyes. In truth, she was afraid that she was wrong, that what she believed in was just a self-deception.

Jack did not care anymore if he had not the right, nor if he was out of line. The urge to hold her was stronger than any guilt and remorse he felt. He knew even if he searched every corner of the world, he would never find anyone capable of the feats Elsa was doing now. She gave him a chance at redemption. Words would not suffice to express how grateful he was.

Elsa did not shove him away or struggled in his embrace. She needed it as much as Jack did. It was proof that his declaration of love was not a lie. It was hard doing what she did when all instincts screamed at her to run away. She was done running though. She had her entire life and she would no longer do it.

He released her and motioned for her to sit. He himself sat beside her, his hand kept holding hers, both as an anchor and as to assure him that this was not a figment of his imagination. Taking a deep breath, he began his narrative.

…

Arendelle, early spring, ten years ago.

"Mamaaaaaaaaa!"

A childlike squeal echoed in the Frosts' humble abode. Katherine came running to the common room followed by Jack who was giggling at her heels. Elizabeth snapped out from her daydream to behold her children. Katherine reached for her embrace, but quickly tackled by her brother. Jack clamped her mouth with his hand while she struggled to break free. As her last resort, she licked his palm, causing him to release her while crying out in disgust.

Katherine reached out again and Elizabeth picked her up. Upon holding her, she noticed how drenched Katherine was. She put her daughter on her lap and patted away some snow on her hair. To further undermine Jack's predicament, she pouted to exaggerate her miserable state.

Elizabeth fought hard a laughter that threatened to erupt and threw Jack a reproachful gaze. "Now what have you done?"

Jack had played this exact situation for so many times in his short nine years of living that it was almost a daily thing. He showed no sign of forthcoming with the truth. He looked away, grinning impishly. Sometimes Elizabeth wondered if she had spawn Loki's incarnation.

"I did nothing." The boy denied.

"Then I suppose your sister fell on a pile of snow in her sleep?"

"Yes, she did."

"Jack…"

"But it's true! She rolled over and fell on a pile of snow," he insisted, "although I did not say where the snow came from or what made her rolled over."

Stifling her giggle was more of a challenge now with Jack sticking out his tongue in a playful manner. Her boy was so young yet so full of wit, courtesy of his father's traits. Elizabeth regained her composure, not wanting to appear soft in front of her children. "Really, Jack, you are gifted, but you use your gift to aid your mischievous ways. Don't you pity your sister who is always at the other end of your pranks?"

"Then should I stop using my power?" The question was not directed to Elizabeth as Jack shot a cursory glance toward his sister in his mother's cradle. Instantly, Katherine abandoned all pretenses and looked troubled. Despite her brother's prank, she loved his power and often would ask him to use it for fun. A whimper of protest escaped her lips and when she noticed her slip, it was too late for her to return to her façade. A knowing smile from her brother and mother made her grinned as well.

She jumped down from her mother's lap and pointed at Jack. "Fine! I forgive you, but only if you make me snow bunnies."

Jack swept a bow like the one he saw the nobles did, although his bow was awkward. "As the princess' wishes."

The two bolted out of the house and Elizabeth could only shake her watching their parting figures. She knew past the pranks, he loved her dearly and the tricks he did were all in good nature. Katherine loved him well too. Often her pouts were means to get his attention, and Jack lavishly gave it. Elizabeth had nothing to teach them in terms of getting along and it caused her mixed feelings. Katherine might grow into an old maiden with a brother like Jack.

As she mused about her children, her husband returned home. She stood to greet him, but stopped herself when she saw he had a company. The man her husband brought was queer in her eyes. He wore a ragged long hooded cloak of light brown that covered his entire stature. He had a black mane of hair, a short beard and a scar that ran down his right eye. His nose was sharp and his feature was handsome. He carried himself with an air of dignity, and despite his apparent malnourished state, he stood tall and proud.

Thomas moved toward her and gave her a light kiss. Shyly, Elizabeth returned the gesture affection, her reluctance noticed by him.

"Dear, this is Scarrfaythe Black. I found him weak and starving in the woods so I gave him the breakfast you prepared for me. He is an adventurer whose fate had turned against him."

Scarrfaythe bowed. "Pleased to be of your acquaintance."

Occasionally, adventurers like Scarrfaythe would pass by and pleaded traveler's respite. Thomas—who had been one before settling down—always made them welcome in their house, thus strangers like him were not uncommon. Curtsying, Elizabeth extended her husband's courtesy. "Pleased to be yours as well. We'll do our best to accommodate you while you regain your strength. Would you like something to eat or drink?"

"For now, just a place where I can lie down and sleep without worrying I'd freeze to Hel's embrace."

His little jest brought chuckle. "The barn's still too cold for this season, but we have extra straw bedding comfortable enough. We can lay it here. I'll go fetch it. Meanwhile, why don't you sit down and warm yourself by the fireplace."

"I should help."

"No, no." Thomas shook his head. "You are a guest so don't trouble yourself. Come, dear."

Obliging his hosts, Scarrfaythe sat down while they went to the barn next door. He took this chance to observe their humble abode. There were only two rooms connected to the common room, both served as bedrooms. There were no doors separating each room, only a curtain of wool. Something in one of the rooms caught his eye and he rose.

The room he entered was a mess with varying toys scattered around. The straw bedding had a few strands poking out and it wasn't due to loose binding. A wide woolen blanket was thrown carelessly on the floor. What caught his interest thought was none of them. Just by the bedside was a peculiar thing that should not belong in the chamber: snow. Removing his gloves, he bent down to pick it up. Curiously, it did not melt from the heat of his ungloved hand or from the heat of the fireplace just outside the room. He looked up and saw no hole or any other entry point for it to fall inside the room. A smirk spread on his face. His stay would be interesting after all.

Scarrfaythe stayed with them a couple days without sharing much about himself. All questions thrown at him were answered briefly and carefully. Regardless of his ever stoic demeanor, he was not without manners. The way he spoke showed that he was educated and he was the least rowdy guest the Frosts ever had. The children, however, seemed to harbor some sort of fear toward him. Perhaps it was because he never tried to engage the children in any sort of conversation or his cheerless expression. Whatever it was, they stared at him suspiciously and when he returned the stare, they would scamper away as fast as their little feet would carry.

One day, Thomas brought Jack to help him with the herd, although all knew the boy would provide more trouble than assistance. Still, he was the eldest and one day must learn of the family business, albeit a menial one. Elizabeth had needs to go to town to trade some wool for supplies. She would like to bring Katherine along, loathe leaving her alone in the house, but she adamantly refused, saying that she wanted to wait for her brother. Having no choice, she had to leave Katherine in the care of her guest. After warning her to behave and not disturb their guest (Scarrfaythe was still asleep), she departed, not without occasionally glancing back toward the house.

Katherine dreaded her decision almost as soon as her mother was no longer in sight. While she anticipated the return of her brother, she must spend the time waiting for him with the scary looking man. It was not an enticing prospect. Although, her fear was more due to his appearance—the scar he bore on his left eye and his unreadable face—it was enough to cause her discomfort. The girl finally decided to retreat to her room, where she would not risk incurring the stranger's wrath unintentionally.

Not a step to her bedchamber though, she heard stirring behind her and when she turned, she saw two yellow orbs boring through her brown ones. Instantly, she cowered and wished for a hole to appear somewhere so she could hide. She dared not meet his gaze for fear of fury etched in it, although she felt she never done anything to deserve one.

"Where are your parents, child?" he asked. It was the first time he spoke to her and she wished he never had to.

"M…ma went to town and Pa took Jack herding," she answered stammering.

Scarrfaythe grumbled apprehensively. He woke up and moved to sit before the fireplace that was left alight. Shuddering, he asked, "Is it always so chilly in here?"

"Y…yeah." She stammered once more. "Pa said it's because how near we are to the North Mountain."

"Why do you speak so quietly? You fear me, girl?" Katherine flinched at the question, not knowing whether she should tell the truth or not. All of the choices seemed the wrong one. When she did not answer, he spoke again, "Is it my scar? Or the way I spoke? Or how I always seem to be glaring? Or is it everything altogether?"

Katherine only managed a shaky nod now that he demanded an answer. His words were like command to her and she felt there would be repercussion should she not hastened to answer. Clenching her eyes shut, she expected the worst.

On the contrary, Scarrfaythe threw back his head and roared in laughter. Katherine, albeit confused, started to ease hearing his amusement. His initial impression began to chirp away as sounds of joy escaped his lips. "I guess as much. I must have struck you odd."

"I'm sorry…" She did not know what she was apologizing for, but she felt she must.

"It's alright, dear child. I can understand." As his laughter subsided, he changed the topic entirely. "Have you got any skating shoes?"

Raising an eyebrow, she answered. "There are some in the tool shed inside the barn."

"Fetch them, then. There is a pond not far from here, no? With the coldness around, it will be perfect for skating." Scarrfaythe turned and saw the confused expression of the child, as if the words spoken to her were foreign. "You are bored, aren't you child? I may appear cold and strange, but I know how to have a little fun." He flashed a smirk that made her own smile grew. At once, she made a dash for the barn and returned with two pairs of skating shoes.

It was truly a short distance away and not so far a climb. The pond was large, located in the middle of a glade with a foundation of rocks and trees surrounding it. The surface was still frozen despite the nearing first thaw. Katherine rushed to the pond with glee, flinging her boots away and wearing her skating shoes as she ran. Scarrfaythe followed in a much more somber manner, picking up her abandoned shoes as he went.

She waited for him by the edge, but Scarrfaythe motioned for her to go on ahead. She began a few wobbly steps skirting the edge. She was not an adept skater, but she had always enjoyed it. After she was sure she got her bearing, she began skating toward the center. She heard Scarrfaythe warning her to be careful lest she fell, but paid little heed.

Suddenly, something terrible happened. She heard a faint cracking sound and stopped. She hoped it was not what she feared of, and sent a quick prayer to the gods above before glancing down. Her breath hitched. The ice under her feet showed clear signs of splintering. Her head shot up to look for Scarrfaythe. She found him on the far edge of the pond staring at her, his expression indiscernible.

"Help…" Her voice first came out as a whisper due to her overwhelming fear. "Help! Mister! Scarr! Help!" She called out frantically.

She saw Scarrfaythe took a step toward her and her hope blossomed, but he fell back soon much to her continuing despair. "I can't!" he hollered. "My weight will break the ice! Can't you return slowly?"

She tried to move her legs, but fear made them frozen in place. Helplessness began to loom over her and she broke down. "I… I'm scared…" she sobbed.

"I'll find your family, kid! Just wait!"

"No! Don't! Don't leave me!" Then, a moment of clarity passed and she looked up with renewed hope. Her father and her brother should not be too far from where she was. Maybe, just maybe, the stillness and the wind would carry her voice. "Jack!" she shouted at nowhere particular. "Help! Jack!"

She kept shouting for her brother until her throat became hoarse. A dreadful moment passed and it seemed her cries were unheard. But then, Jack appeared in the most magical and humanely impossible way. His coming was first caught by Katherine who looked up at the sky with apparent delight. Scarrfaythe followed her line of sight and beheld the boy floating midair, panic-stricken before zooming down to where they were. He darted past Scarrfaythe, toward Katherine, disregarding the fact that the ice was near breaking. It never did, though. In fact, it mended with every touch of his feet. When he reached his sister, the surface of the pond was twice fortified, as if winter had come once more.

Jack hugged her sister, overwhelmingly relieved and Katherine felt likewise. Her knees buckled as the tension dissipated and she fell kneeling. "Jack… I'm scared…"

"It's alright, Kitty Kat." Jack hugged the balled up figure in front of him. "You're going to be fine. Everything's going to be fine. No one's going to hurt you." He glared toward where Scarrfaythe stood. "I'm here now. I'll protect you no matter what."

Noticing the coldness in his voice, her head shot up. "Oh, no! He did not hurt me! We were just trying to have fun. Really, Jack. He was going to find help too before you arrive, but I ask him not to leave me."

Scarrfaythe was unperturbed by the kids' conversation though. His mind was elsewhere. With the tip of his foot, he pressed the ice that had surely about to fall apart before. It was not fragile at all. He began walking on it and found it strong enough to bear his weight. A satisfied smirk appeared on his face and he approached the children.

"You have power no human should," he said to Jack. "What are you?"

"I am what I am." Jack answered, his eyes still bore suspicion.

Accepting his answer, he turned to Katherine. "I'm sorry I could do nothing to help you, child, nor did I foresee this situation would happen."

Katherine broke free from Jack. At first, she had thought him cold and intimidating. His kind words now convinced her otherwise. "It's not your fault, but please don't tell ma and da about this. They don't like people knowing about Jack's power. And don't tell anyone too."

"Not a word." Turning once more to Jack who began to slacken his guard, he asked, "How are you able to respond to her cries so quickly?"

"The wind. It told me."

Nodding, he spoke. "Truly a wonder you possess, boy. Come then, let us return to your home. Your sudden departure must be noted and we must craft a story if we want to keep this from your parents."

The three went home and were greeted by worried looking Elizabeth and Thomas. Elizabeth rushed to embrace her children. "I returned home and the house was empty. Then, your dad returned alone and said Jack took off suddenly. What happened?"

"Nothing, Ma," Jack said. "I just heard Elizabeth was having fun without me. I got jealous and sneaked away."

"Is that truly it, Jackson?" Elizabeth furrowed.

Jack shrugged. "Shepherding is boring."

Elizabeth turned to Katherine. "And where did you run off to? Didn't I tell you to stay put and don't cause trouble?"

"I took her out to play, Mrs. Frost," Scarrfaythe interjected. "She seemed bored waiting for his brother so I thought to accompany her."

Katherine nodded. "It's true."

Elizabeth was still tense, but finally she cast away all her doubts. Sighing, she said, "At least you all returned unharmed," turning to her child, she said, "but no more disappearing acts from both of you! Promise?"

"Promise." The children spoke in unison.

Thomas cleared his throat. "Since it's all well and finished, shall we lunch?"

"I'm afraid I shan't be joining you," Scarrfaythe suddenly said. "It's time for me to resume my journey. I thank you for being such a generous host." Looking at Elizabeth and the kids, he said, "You have a wonderful family."

"Surely one more meal before your journey wouldn't hurt?"

"A very enticing offer, but I must decline. I have imposed on you long enough. Farewell, then and perhaps we may see each other again someday." Scarrfaythe bowed.

"If you insist then. Will you take some provision at least? What a poor host we would be if we let you leave without any food to carry."

"That, I cannot refuse."

With a bundle of provisions, the Frost's couple sent Scarrfaythe off and he was soon away. Once his back was a mere speckle among the white scenery, the couple returned inside. Scarrfaythe made a detour once he was sure the Frosts were no longer watching him. He went back to the pond and marveled once more at the miracle that had happened there. A man passed by, an ice harvester on his way to the peak of North Mountain—where ice never melted and coldness never disappeared. He noticed the solitary adventurer and approached.

"You again?" said he. "Didn't I tell you it's dangerous here around this time of year? The ice is thin and won't bear even a child's weight, let alone yours."

Scarrfaythe stood and turned to him. With a smirk he replied, "Yes, indeed you did." He left.

…

Arendelle, after the Thaw.

Two guards dragged Hans by the arms into the dungeon where he would be staying until someone came for him or returned him to his kingdom. The dungeon was a stark contrast to the vibrant scheme of Arendelle. It was uncomfortably humid and quiet, eerily so. Their footsteps echoed against the wall. A cold draft passed, sending shivers down his spine. The two guards seemed unperturbed by it—the same guards that had dragged Elsa to this very dungeon by his command. Unlike him, they were acting truly in defense of Arendelle. Unlike him, they were pardoned of their mistake. Unlike him, they were given their second chance—something he would never get.

Opening a cell, they threw him unceremoniously inside. Their gazes were impassive, not even a sliver of pity passed. So quickly they turned their backs on him, they who had rallied behind him. He did not complain, though nor did he retaliate. All the fight within him had gone as his plan was foiled. He knew defeat well—his brothers had ensured of that—and knew when to stop struggling. What was left to be done was to contemplate and plan ahead to avoid his father and his siblings' umbrage.

His line of thoughts was interrupted by a sound of muffled argument from outside. Hans strained his ears to listen, but could not make out anything. Then, the sound ceased, replaced by the clicking of the dungeon door opening. He stood and peered through the bars. The door opened and two men walked in. One was one of the previous guards and the other he had never seen before.

Initially, he thought that the stranger was another prisoner, but soon discovered he was not for he was unrestrained. A visitor then, but the other cells were empty save for his and Hans was sure the man was not his acquaintance. However, they stopped before his cell. The guard opened the door and ushered the man in.

"Make it quick," the guard said before slamming the door shut, leaving the two inside.

Hans started to speak, but the stranger raised a silencing hand. His eyes glanced at the direction of the departing guard, his ears following the sound of the footsteps. Hans took this chance to inspect his guest. He was tall in stature that Hans had to look up to meet his gaze. He wore a long hooded brown cloak that concealed his built, but he had a feeling he was not at all lanky from his posture. His hair was a mane of black turning gray, his beard similarly colored, indicating him to be middle-aged. His eyes though—yellow and gleaming with one scar running down the right one—showed that age had not burnt down his passion. He did not haunch and stood straight and proud, a sign of man of high birth.

When he was sure the guard had left, he regarded Hans. "Prince Hans of the Southern Isles," he began.

Hans was used to people knowing him, especially in his own kingdom, but it was disquieting that he knew nothing of the stranger, and he felt a strange notion that he should. "You know me? Who are you?"

"I am called Scarrfaythe Black, although I answer to Scar." Hans furrowed. The name was familiar, but it was as if a distant memory. "And of course I know of you. Any who did not before, will. After all, your…" he paused, his lips breaking to a grin, "failed attempt—if I may be so forward—to take the crown will be the topic of the year."

"You're here to mock me, then?" Hans had nothing but hissed the words.

"Of course not. I have little time for that." Despite his condescending tone, Hans somehow knew he meant it. "Quite the contrary, I'm here to give you your second chance." His confusion must have clearly shown for Scarrfaythe's grin widened. "Your plan was—albeit poorly planned—right on the mark. Arendelle is a kingdom ripe for the taking. A low hanging fruit, although the climb might prove treacherous if not done carefully. Rich and fertile with weak military and doubly weak queen. A prime target. Who could resist such temptation? Alas, the queen has her sorcery to make up her incompetence and it is a weapon unmatched. No nation will think of attacking Arendelle with that in mind." He stopped and stressed his next words. "Unless they have the knowledge I have."

"What sort of knowledge?" Hans was intrigued. This Scarrfaythe did not cross him as one to spout baseless lies. He knew as sure as if he was the man himself that he had something up his sleeves.

"Something that will nullify if not overpowers the queen's sorcery."

"You own such power?"

"Me? No—though I'd do anything to have it—but I know someone who does."

"And you are sure that person will be willing to help?"

"Of course he will." He flashed him a toothy grin. "He'll be delighted to, although he might be reluctant at first. He just needs…a little urging."

Hans knew immediately what Scarrfaythe meant and soon his assurance turned to scepticism. So much at stake and it all depended on this single mystery person whose compliance was arguable. As if reading his thoughts, Scarrfaythe chuckled. "Come now, what do you have to lose? You have lost everything presently. No one will ever trust you and your name is forever marred. I am here offering you something most would not get after such devastating failure and you still dare doubt. Very well then, perhaps I shall find a more sensible ally."

He made a show of leaving, a bluff, but it worked nonetheless. Hans immediately panicked knowing that the offer was not exclusively for him. "Wait, please." Scarrfaythe stopped and deigned him a disappointed gaze. "It's not that I doubt you. It's just…" Hans racked his brain for something that did not sound like an excuse or a desperate plea. "I wonder what's in it for you." The answer came sooner than he had expected and he patted himself on the back mentally.

Scarrfaythe regarded him with all his attention, clearly still willing to negotiate. "For me? Why, nothing." Revelling in Hans's surprise, he continued. "Give me a place of power, a title, an estate or whatever you deem appropriate of my service. I shall receive it all with no complaint. There is only one thing I severely wish and I know in this we will see eye to eye." He walked past him and to the window overlooking the fjord. The scenery was beautiful after summer returned to Arendelle. Everyone was joyful. Everything was cheerful. Everything was peaceful, too peaceful for his taste. "Arendelle has the resources and the richness to be a strong kingdom, yet we all can testify of how small it is as compared to other great nations. They could have the best military and aimed for conquest, yet they chose not to because of the weak line of rulers they have. The people are lulled in peace and thus untempered for hardships. A pity, really. You see what kindness and democracy caused. Weakness." He turned to Hans. "You can change that.

"You can make these people the proper soldier they should be only, and only, if you rule them with an iron-fist. That is my end of bargain, for you to rule them properly, something that the current monarch can't do. I want to see them tempered. I want to see them worked." He paused and inched closer. "I want to see their fear."

Hans staggered back. The words Scarrfaythe spouted sounded like someone that cared for the kingdom in his own twisted way, but that was not it. No, this man had no love for Arendelle. There was something else in this quest he pursued, something else that he wished to gain. Whatever the man had said, he knew it was not the full truth and the older man's ploy ran deeper. But, did he dare question it? Hans knew he was no coward, but he feared what the question might reveal.

"Very well, then. I can do that much. Is there anything else you require of me?"

"Your signet. You came with a few of your personal guards, did you not? I have need of them. Fear not, after we convince this man to help, we'll sail straight to the Southern Isles."

Hans nodded and removed his signet ring and gave it to him. Scarrfaythe received it and put it inside his pocket without even stopping to examine it. Truly then, this man does not seek power, Hans thought. But if not power, then what?

"I shall take my leave now, then." He offered his hand and Hans gripped it with a firm handshake.

"I wish you luck."

He scoffed. "No luck necessary, Your Highness. Not after years of planning."

…

"The Queen is just like you!" Katherine said, almost a squeal. It was the third time she stated so on their way back from the town, and it seemed she would not stop until Jack gave her satisfying response. Katherine wondered if Jack truly understood the revelation. There was someone with a power just like him so close by and the only gesture of comprehension he showed was a nod.

Jack had not been there when it all happened. He had taken it unto himself to stay back and guarded their house while his mother and sister went to the coronation. No matter how much she had coaxed him, he would not relent. His sense of responsibility, although endearing, troubled her.

His change started after their father's death. Jack had been fifteen then and herself ten. It was as sudden and as unprecedented as it could be. A pack of wolf had taken him unaware and dragged him with a couple of their sheep. His demise had been discovered until the next day, when the rest of the flock returned without him and Jack went to the woods looking for him. He had come back with his father's broken staff and a piece of torn bloodied clothing.

Jack had blamed himself, she knew, and still did. He must have thought that if he had chosen to go with him instead of playing with her, something could have been done. He had changed inwardly then, becoming more reserved and responsible. His quirks and mischief diminished over time.

Katherine had changed as well. She seemed to take his place now, becoming more outspoken and lively when before she had been the shy one. Although, hers was because she was trying to return Jack to the boy he was before the day he matured all too quickly. She had somewhat succeeded and the children that were Jack's playmate helped, but he seemed to have a battle within himself now. He could be as mischievous as ever, but would often sobered when the mood took over.

Just like now.

Katherine turned to him, placing her hands on her hips while walking backwards. "Really, Jack? That's all you have for a response? A 'hmm' and a nod? Have you turned daft?"

Jack shrugged. "What can I say? I have this power all my life that I found it normal to have one." He was lying, though. His nonchalance was an attempt to irritate her sister and he was trying his best to suppress a chuckle seeing how successful he was. He glanced at his mother who watched their banter in silent amusement and threw her a wink when her sister wasn't looking.

In truth, Jack thought it unfathomable that someone else had a power just like him when all his life he had thought he was the only one. He was elated, excited but also curious now. Is there a certain prerequisite for one to have the power? He wondered if he should visit the Queen sometime and perhaps have a chat about it. Jack shook his head. Who was he kidding? Powers or not, he was still a lowly shepherd and she the Queen. There was no chance of him meeting her let alone having a discussion over tea and biscuits.

"Now that I think of it… why don't you thaw the winter?"

"Not that I didn't try," Jack pursed his lips at this.

As like any other man, he loathed to admit his weakness. It had been the first thing he tried when the winter settled in, and he had failed. He had vaunted of his mastery over his power and for it to fail him was a blow to his pride. He had wanted to try again of course, but all attempts must be second in priority due to a more pressing need.

The kids he fondly called as the Children of Light had surprised him with a visit. They had been playing together when the sudden winter swept over. The kids had been ill-equipped to face the unexpected change of weather and were chilled to the bone. He must turn his attention to them and made sure they were kept warm. Once summer returned, he left and went to find his family and the children's—he knew they would worry for the kids had come to his house without their parents' permission. He managed to find his family but not the children's parents. Distressed, he decided to return back to his house first and ensured the children were fine before sending them off to their respective homes.

"Maybe your power is weaker than the Queen's," she sneered.

"Of course not! It's just that my power doesn't respond to hers," he pouted, "but if we duel, I know I'll win."

"Yes, keep telling yourself that. Maybe someday it would come true." She strode away from him, knowing her sardonic remark would hit home. True enough, Jack lunged after her, and whatever punishment he had planned for her, she want none of it. Squealing, she ran from him, earning chuckles from their mother.

"Where are they?" Katherine asked when they reached home, founding it to be empty. On their way home, Jack had told them that the kids were there or should be. There were several blankets and eating utensils scattered on the floor though, so Jack wasn't lying.

Jack scanned the room, scrutinizing it deeper that she did. There were no signs of struggle and for that he was glad. It meant the kids were not kidnapped in his absence and left willingly enough. He could return to town later on and searched for them if needed to. He had drained himself keeping up with the youngsters' endurance and taking care of them, then trying to find their parents and not finding them, and later searching for his own family. For now, he just wanted to rest.

"Must have gone home," Jack said, dropping to a chair.

Katherine and Elizabeth took the initiative to tidy up the mess—understanding his exhaustion—when they caught a whiff of something awful. Katherine found the source to be the cauldron over the fireplace and she went to check.

Scooping a spoonful, she raised it to Jack. "What is this?" The liquid gathered was sickly pale color and there were chunks of something weird inside.

"Stew," Jack answered and there was no humor in his voice, much to her horror.

"I don't know whatever this concoction you brewed is, but it certainly isn't stew." She brought the spoon to her lips, licking a taste and instantly spat it out. "Please tell me you didn't give this to the kids."

"They liked it!" he said defensively. "They say so themselves."

"Oh, what considerate kids they are." Katherine rolled her eyes. She removed the cauldron from the fireplace and brought it out.

"Hey! Hey!" Jack protested. "Where are you taking it?"

"I'm throwing it out."

"There's still a lot of it!"

"Jack, this is inedible!"

"What did mom teach you about wasting food?"

"Oh, it's perfectly fine if it's Jack's cooking," Elizabeth interjected.

Jack shot a glare at her, and his face broke into a mock hurt. "Mother, really? And here I thought you loved me." The ladies chuckled

"Anyway, bid your farewell to this awful mix you cooked because it will—and I vowed it—be the last time we'll see it."

There was a knock on the door that made Katherine halted midway. She lowered the cauldron to the floor and rushed to open the door. The guest she beheld was a man she did not recognize, yet she felt a tug of familiarity at the back of her mind. The man broke into a grin and spoke. "Katherine, isn't it? You've grown up beautifully, girl."

Katherine cocked her head. The way the man spoke recalled old memories that she couldn't yet puzzle it together. The answer came from behind in the voice of her mother. "Scar…Scarrfaythe Black, wasn't it?"

Now, she remembered and understood why she had forgotten. He had only stayed with them for a couple days before he left. Scarrfaythe peered through Katherine's shoulders and regarded Elizabeth. "Ah, Elizabeth, the years has been kind to you."

Elizabeth shook her head, smiling sadly. "Not as kind as it could. Please, do come in. You remember Jack."

Scarrfaythe enveloped Jack's extended hand in a firm handshake. "You've grown up fine as well, lad. Where is Thomas? Is he off with your flock?"

The Frosts shared a glance, but eventually was forthcoming with the truth. "Thomas passed away a couple years after you left," said Elizabeth, her tone still held a little mourning.

Scarrfaythe nodded somberly. "I am sorry for your loss. A kind man, he was. Ah, thank you, lad." He sat on the chair that Jack had pulled out for him.

"It's been… how long was it?"

"Ten years." Scarrfaythe nodded. "Ten long years. Forgive me that it took so long for me to visit again."

"It's quite alright. I understand the life of a traveler. Few did visit again and you are the first in the last decade. Are you here for the coronation?" Elizabeth asked.

"Well, yes, at first. The new queen intrigued me greatly. She was hidden way for so long and only yesterday we understood why. That was what initially brought me back to Arendelle, but I am here for other reason."

"Oh, not just for a visit?"

"No, most certainly not. I am here to see Jack."

"Me?" Jack stared confoundedly.

"Why yes. After the whole ordeal with the queen, the first person brought to my mind is you, boy." At Elizabeth incredulous look, he said, "I know of what he is capable of—the boy had accidentally shown me during my last visit—and seeing your reaction, it is still kept a secret."

"Indeed. You see how the people react to the queen, but perhaps now he no longer needs to be so secretive."

Scarrfaythe nodded. "People these days are so disbelieving. Of new power, new ways, new…ideals." He shook his head as if clearing his thoughts. "No matter. Truthfully, I am here to offer your boy a job."

"A job?" Jack asked.

"Yes. It is very profitable, although it requires you leaving Arendelle."

"Then, I must refuse." Jack shook his head. "My place is here with my family."

"No need to be so hasty with your answer. They may come along, of course."

"Again, the answer is no. I'm well contend here and we have everything we need. I'm sorry."

"Hmm…pity." Jack thought he saw something flickered in Scarrfaythe's eyes, but it was so quick he thought he was imagining it. "Very well, then. It seems I have to find some other person. I'll take my leave now. I'm sorry I have to cut this short. Oh, no need to stand; I'll get the door myself." Scarrfaythe bowed as he stood and reached for the door. Opening it, he stopped and turned to them once more. "You know what, Jack? I think I still want to convince you." Scarrfaythe faced outside and cocked his head.

Suddenly, men with Southern Isles tabard charged in and seized all three of them. They were so lax that they didn't realize what was happening until they were firmly apprehended. Jack did not even had the time to will his power into him and unleash it. Tables, chairs, cauldrons and bowl were all overturned and chaos ensued. They tried to struggle against their captors, but were ultimately overwhelmed. The men dragged them outside.

"What is this!?" Jack bellowed. His face was pure anger. "Unhand us!"

"You know how it goes." Scarrfaythe smirked smugly. "You will comply and you will assist me or it will be your family's life." He signaled the men to take them away.

Jack was not one to obey easily though. He knew he alone with his power would be able to save them all. Secretly, he began summoning his power, his eyes darting left and right trying to find the best way to use it. Unfortunately, Scarrfaythe caught this and everything that happened next was so fast it almost a blur.

A dagger had flown and lodged itself inside Elizabeth's left chest. Her shocked stare and short gasp were the last reaction she could muster before her body dropped to the ground. Blood began to pool as seconds passed, and the Frosts children could only gape before comprehension dawned on them.

"Mother!" Katherine was the first to come to her senses and she shrieked. Tears begang streaming freely down her face as she battled against the tight clutch of her captors. Finally realizing the futility of her action, she whipped her head toward Scarrfaythe, raining curses at him.

Jack slumped to his knees; all the fight and power went out of him. He was sure he was hallucinating or dreaming. He should be. He wished it to be. He could not have lost another family member…right? But the lifeless body of his mother lay before him, her eyes staring at him wide in shock. He could hear the throes of his sister pierced his ears and he could feel the firm grip of the Southern Isles's men along his arms as sure as he felt the hard pounding inside his chest.

The men hauled him to his feet, but he found them too wobbly to support his weight. Scarrfaythe strode toward him then and he spoke something, but the words were lost to him. Knowing his captive was not attentive, Scarrfaythe huffed.

And he struck him across his face.

Jack blinked in the pain and he tasted the metal tang of blood inside his mouth. Slowly, he lifted his head to meet Scarrfaythe's gaze. "Try that again," Scarrfaythe said, "and you'll see what I do with your sister."

"You wouldn't." Jack found a little fire of defiance left within him and wrested it fully. "Not if you need me. You know you'll have nothing that can be held against me if you kill her too."

"Indeed you are right, but there is no need to kill her. There are other ways to break someone and torture…" Jack's eyes widened in fear as he realized what Scarrfaythe was willing to do and he laughed at his reaction, a gleeful laughter. "You get the picture."

"Why?" Jack's voice sounded like nothing but desperation now. "We treated you kindly. You ate from our table, slept under our roof. What have we done that…?"

"It's not about what you have or have not done, boy. It is your own naivety to think that others would automatically return favors just because you bestowed it unto them. People are not that kind. The world is not that just. You will do well to remember that. It is the first lesson of many that I will teach you. I will do you one favor, though. Your mother will be buried next to your father, have faith in that." To the men, he said, "To the ship. Our business is done here, for now."

…

Elsa was silent throughout his narrative. She didn't even stop him to ask questions. She knew he was telling the truth—his grief-stricken face testify as much—but still the story was unbelievable. And this Scarrfaythe Black. Initially, she thought that it was Hans who was the mastermind of the whole ploy, but it seemed this other man was the true villain.

Jack wasn't finished though. He spoke of how Scarrfaythe had trained him, molding him to the master of quarterstaff he was now. He had ensured all obedience from him, keeping his sister close by at all times. He even had gone to the length of following him to Arendelle, supervising his progress himself.

The man that had spoken to Jack at the seamstress' workshop must have been him, then, Elsa mused.

She set aside the thought for now and focused on the more pressing one. It was true! Her faith in him was not misplaced after all. "I knew it…" she whispered in relief. "You are no traitor…not in truth."

"I wish I wasn't entirely." Jack shut his eyes, regret thick in his voice. "So many things I had wished for." He looked so haggard and relieved at the same time.

"What do we do now?" Despite the new revelation, her thoughts were more a jumble now rather than clarified. She knew she must do something with the information she had just gained. A counter plan or anything…but what?

"I'll tell you what we do now." The voice was from neither of them and they turned toward the source. A man had burst inside the room unnoticed. His sword was raised and pointed at Jack. The two stared at him, frozen in place. "We rid the traitor and Scarrfaythe Black next."

"Jim…" Elsa whispered.

Actually I've prepared a very long AN for this update, but FFN decided to log me out and all was lost (including replies to over 20 reviews).

SO... TLDR:

I'm sorry for the late update. I can't promise swift update in the future in regards of the quality of the story, but I swear I'll write this story till the end. Thank you for your continuous support and if some of you decide this is the point of leaving then farewell and thank you.

Easter Egg: Manny (Edmund's dad) was the leader of the Crocuses.

Treasure Planet chars: They fit well with how the story will progress.

Scarrfaythe Black: Scar from Lion King + Pitch Black. Why? Furiyan made me jealous of his rendition of Kozmotis and I'm biased.

Review Reply:

The Atlantean: For the desired reaction, yes :D
Nlresda123: thank you, yes the plot deepens and so is my headache.
Furiyan: well, I strive to outdid hahaha *cackles maniacally*
MaidenAlice: Indeed. Been hinting throughout the story.
Fenrir Wylde Razgriz: thank you. well, I don't want him to be so young if he's a secret agent
lollipop3056: didn't expect crying to be one of the reaction, but I'm glad I can moved someone. Thanks
THETATTOOARTIST: answered, and I know there will be more questions. Next chapter provides all the answer.
ayastaark: thank you, bet you didn't expect Scar to make an appearance
theL3monTart: Agreed, Treasure Planet needs more love. thank you for your patience :)
HopelessRomantic183: I answered most of your review via PM. Thank you for reading.
FrostSapphire: Been waiting for someone to catch the irony in the title. Thank you
Guest: *loading more coolness* (hopefully)
blacklotus101: as Furiyan aptly said "bring us up with the Jelsa fluff, and drop us down to earth"
KiMiKO12: more coming soon.
theonlyreason: yeah, I've been hinting throughout the story. It seems few caught it.
Another Guest: Posted, sorry it's this late.
Jelsamaleval: be careful not to fall ;)
NightshadeLily: we'll see. I'm not quite finished with her reaction. about Jim, see above.
Geminiagate: thank you :)
Maria Paula: thank you, I always thought I'm going too fast or dragging to slow.
IceCrystal: I'm not done yet with her reaction ahhaha. about Jim see above.
xXBloodJewelXx: thank you, hope you liked this one as well. more reveal coming soon
ThePretender3: thank you so much for your kind words. You humble me with your compliments. I will continue to strive to satisfy.
Guest04: It's here, master. Don't kill me yet.
Masterday: i thought of that initially but decided against it. I guess I'm not that much of a sadist yet.
JohnTitor: if you're reading this, means you're giving this story a chance and for that thank you.
TheSkillForce: bear with me while I figure out how to write drama. :)
YokaiAngel: and now I hope I have taken your breath away.
Austin and Ally Go 1 Direction: thank you, bear with me and the rest of this story.

Sorry if the reply seemed too clustered. I did replied as best as I could (before FFN decided to log me out). And for this many amount of reply, I thank each and single one of you. I did not lie when I said I was almost in tears reading all of these.

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