Traveling with Sandy wasn't much better than traveling alone Jack soon found out. The silence practically suffocated him as he wallowed in his misery. As they flew away from Arendelle, Jack couldn't help but look back at the window that had caused him so much pain. There was no shadowy outline of a woman in the doorway. Jack didn't expect there to be.

It was a long flight from Arendelle. To Jack it seemed to take twice as long as the flight there had. Of course, the first time he was going probably twice as fast in his effort to get to the woman he thought was dead. There was a magnetic pull that wouldn't let up as the two silent men flew. Jack figured there always would be.

He ran a hand through his hair as he ran, trying to remember every detail of their goodbye. The taste of her lips on his, the coolness of her cheek as she whispered her apology. As much as he tried, he knew that she would haunt his dreams probably for the rest of his existence. There was a constant squeezing in his chest and it dawned on him now why humans always called it a broken heart.

A hand rested on his shoulder and he turned to see Sandy staring at him with concern. Above his head, a large thumbs up appeared followed by a question mark. Okay?

Jack shook his head and turned back to stare at the ground as they flew, "Not yet Sandy my friend. Not yet."

The Sandman nodded his head in grim understanding and opted not to push the subject. This wasn't something he could fix. It was something that the broken hearted young man would have to deal with on his own.

The hours passed in heavy silence as the sun set behind them and darkness settled. Sandy once again placed a hand on Jack's shoulder. This was his time to work his magic. He pointed at Jack and then back at himself. Jack, who had spent fifty years struggling to understand the man, understood immediately.

"Thanks for the offer Sandy, but I think I'm gonna go rest. It's been a long day. I'm sorry I kept you from your duties this long." It was always nighttime somewhere. Sandy was never really off the clock.

The kind-faced man placed another reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder and Jack struggled to give him a smile. He only succeeded in pulling off a small grimace. "Thanks, Sandy," his murmur could barely be heard over the crying of the wind. Sandy gave him a sad smile and a nod before zipping off toward the nearest town of waiting children.

This place looked as good as any a place to rest before he finished his trip to Australia. Jack coaxed the winds to bring him gently to the ground. As much as the cold didn't bother him, heat annoyed him twice as much and there was plenty of it around him. Soon he was cocooned in a layer of snow and ice. To anyone passing by it was probably an odd sight indeed, but at the moment Jack could not care less.

As the night sounds echoed around him, his brain returned to Arendelle and the princess that he had left there. Thinking about her left him with a hollow feeling. He had lost his only believer, the woman he had come to care about and maybe even love if he left himself think about it.

Yet, as he thought about it, a realization came to him. He would not have had it any other way. The woman lived in his memory now, a burning light in the darkness that was his pain. The way she blushed when he stood to near. How she muttered to herself when she was frustrated. The way her icy exterior melted when he kissed her. Those were moments he would not have traded for the world. While he definitely would have preferred to be with her in person, he would hold on to her memory.

It was a hollow comfort, but a comfort nonetheless, and he fell asleep with the sound of her laughter playing in his ears.

After what seemed like only moments, Jack was jolted awake. A dark face loomed above him and when his eyes focused he saw that he recognized it.

"Hey Deck," he yawned out sleepily. Nightmares still hovered on the edge of his memory. His sleep had not been a very restful one to say the least.

The summer spirit pulled him to his feet and watched carefully as Jack brushed himself off, "Hey Jack. How are you?" Flashes of memories flitted across Jack's closed eyelids and he shrugged.

"Alright, I suppose." Word really travelled fast around the immortal community. Especially when mortals were involved. It didn't surprise Jack in the least the way Deck looked at him. He expected it in fact, "Did someone send you here to babysit me?"

It was Deck's turn to shrug as he avoided the other boy's eyes, "North might have said something to me. A little." He waved his hand in a vague manner as Jack glared at him.

"Well he shouldn't have bothered. I'm fine." This was a complete lie, but there was nothing Deck could do to fix what was wrong with him. The only person who could do that had banished him from her presence.

Deck leapt into the air after Jack as he began to make his way towards Australia. None of the immortals were any good at relationships. They'd all been without them for too long. North had sent him to Jack with the instructions: Make sure he is alright. "Jack! They're just worried about you."

The snow spirit let out a derisive snort, "The Guardians? Worried about me? That would be a sight to see. Mund is probably beside himself."

Deck didn't like this cruel Jack Frost, but he didn't know what to do about it. So he flew by his side for a little until they came to the ocean border. As he slowed to a stop, Jack reluctantly did too. After a few moments of awkward silence in which both boys tried to think of something to tell the other, Deck finally said, "Watch out for yourself," and Jack replied with a, "Yeah."

Deck paused as he opened his mouth once more to say something and then pushed on, "And Jack? I'm sorry."

Jack gave the other boy a curt nod and they went their separate ways, leaving each boy with their own thoughts. The ocean rushed by below Jack in a streak of dark blue. Something about his nightmares last night picked at the back of his brain, begging to be remembered. They had been standard nightmares, with Elsa as the recurring star. Every once in a while he would grasp a little: a dark shadow and a flash of teeth, but it slipped away in the manner that dreams always do. But then, some dam in his head broke away and a laugh came spilling out of his dreams and stopped him cold.

Jack had heard that laugh somewhere before.

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