So, when I got back to school (aka: Hell) on Monday I was... not happy. Then I got home at last and came on here... and almost died. I'm pretty sure my next-door neighbours were deafened, because I might have screamed a little. 100 reviews, guys! 100! I was so excited! *squeals* So I've done my best to bring this chapter to you extra-early as a thanks. Thank you again, all of you, who have dropped a review by and followed. Heck, even just reading this story is good enough! You're motivation has helped to keep this story flowing and I'm so thankful! So, on with the chapter!

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Jack's thoughts

Disclaimer: You know, it's funny, before I started writing a lot I always wondered why some people on here seemed to hate disclaimers. Now I think I know why. However, they must be written each chapter, and they will be. So here it is. I do not own anything

"You, Jack Frost," Rapunzel started, her voice dangerously low. Everyone, even Merida, took a step back at the blond's tone. "are quite possibly the stupidest person I've ever met. And I've met a lot of stupid people in my life."

"Is Bunny one of them?"

It was the wrong thing to say. Despite the fact that it was amusing to hear Bunny's splutter of protest (the playful jab had been too tempting to resist) Rapunzel did not seem to be impressed with Jack's attempt at a joke. "This isn't funny, Jack! You were there to witness a battle you shouldn't have been anywhere near! It was July! What were you even doing there? That curiosity of yours is gonna get you killed one day." What seemed like anger a few seconds ago quickly turned into panic. "What if you had gotten killed that day? What if that soldier hadn't shot you in the leg? What if it had been your heart? How can you stand there and joke about this? You could have DIED!"

"I could have died?" Jack repeated. "I could have died?! Is that honestly what you're worried about? Rapunzel, according to research, around 20,000 people did die! That's 20,000 people that would never again get to see their families and friends, 20,000 people who would never see the light of day again because they signed up for the army. There were some kids in that war that died!" His whole form began to tremble. Whether in anger or sadness, no one could tell. "So many people died that day. So many. And none of them deserved it. And you're overreacting because I got shot in the leg?! It wasn't even on purpose." The two were standing straight in front of each other at that point, both glaring at the other. "So many people died that day, and I couldn't even help one! Do you have any idea how happily I would have given my own life if it meant just one would see their family again when the war ended?"

"But Jack, that isn't the point! You shouldn't have even been there! You could have been seriously injured!"

"People were seriously injured! People died!"

"But you're immortal! You could have been damaged for the rest of your life, never being able to walk again!"

"Some people have never been able to walk and have turned out just fine! It wouldn't have made much of a difference anyway, I had the wind to help me!"

"But that's no good if you find it hard to fight for the rest of your life!"

"So being immortal suddenly places me above humans now, does it?"

As the pair continued their argument, the others covered their ears in a failed attempt to block out the sound. Merida groaned in annoyance and slight worry. "I'm suddenly finding myself not minding North and Bunny's arguments about who's holiday is better as much as I did before."

The others nodded in agreement, Bunny wincing as the two grew louder. There were certain things that just didn't happen with the guardians, no matter what. One of those things was that Jack and Rapunzel didn't argue. The two usually got along so well, especially ever since Rapunzel had found her mischievous side thanks to Jack. Her usually calm attitude sometimes succeeded in calming down the untamed winter spirit (sometimes being the key word), and his wild nature brought out a much more playful side to the blond girl. To see them fight was almost terrifying.

Merida eyed the uncomfortable rabbit, then turned to him. "I propose we call a truce so that we can separate those two. Their argument is starting to become completely unbearable. I swear by the end of today, we will all have a headache."

Bunny had never agreed to something so fast in his life.

As it quickly turned out, the only way to separate the two spirits was to physically move them away from each other. Bunny hauled Jack away while Merida dragged Rapunzel to the complete opposite side of the group before the fight escalated. No one was sure how it could have escalated, since the two had gotten to shouting at the top of their lungs by that point (and boy did they have a pair of lungs) and everyone knew that Jack would never willingly harm his friends if he could help it (friendly play-fights with Bunny didn't count) but they honestly weren't willing to find out if the two would find a way.

"Alright, here's what's gonna happen." Bunny instructed. "You two are not to talk to each other until you have calmed down. Then, and only then, will you be allowed to go anywhere near each other again."

Rapunzel looked like she was about to argue, but a warning glare from Merida quickly put a stop to that. Jack, however, kept silent.

Manny had apparently realised that it was safe enough to start the next memory, and as their surroundings began to change, Jack groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "Really Manny? Seriously? Can't you show anything, like, happy for once? My life wasn't all doom and gloom, you know. I'm seriously starting to think that you're just filing out the bad memories and making us watch those."

To no one's surprise, the moon didn't answer. That, for some reason, annoyed everyone (except for Jack) more than it should have.

Jack yelped an hid in fear behind... well, whatever it was he was hiding behind. Why? Why did all of this have to happen again? Wasn't the first world war enough for the humans? Did they really have to insist on a second? He was starting to think that whoever had put Hitler, of all people, in charge of Germany shouldn't have been allowed to so much as decide what they wanted for breakfast. Although it had mainly been Hitler's fault. Honestly, just because he was sore because the British won the first world war...

But these opinions would do nothing to change the situation he was stuck in. Why he was even in London in the first place, Jack did not know. He'd just wanted a little break from Burgess for a while. But that decision was obviously not a clever one. Because Hitler wasn't satisfied with another world war, no, he had to dig himself into an even deeper hole than he was already in by bombing the British. Talk about one to hold a grudge. Jack was positive that, in a century or so, people would learn about Hitler and he would have an even worse reputation that the British general during world war one. And that had been a pretty bad reputation.

Either way, Jack had somehow managed to find himself stuck in London. The worst part? It was around the time that the German bombers arrived. Oh, fun and joy.

Jack mentally cursed himself for being such an idiot. Why had he thought it would be a good idea to drop by London? He should have known that with a war going on he should have fled to Antarctica, since people had a habit of dragging the war outside of the battlefield. If you get shot in the leg again, it's your own fault.

A loud explosion filled his ears, and Jack tried to scramble away from the noise. It had sounded close. Way too close. His grip on his staff tightened, the frosted piece of wood helping to reassure him a little. He promised himself that as soon as the bombers were gone, he'd leave London and not come back for a long, long time. Not until they had been left alone.

Until then, however, he was stuck hiding and praying that none of the bombs found him. Of course, he would have gone into a shelter, only he'd been left out. Everyone had pretty much gotten to safety before he even had a hope of avoiding the risk of getting blown to bits.

"You just can't stay out of danger, can you Jack?" Merida sighed, shaking her head.

Another explosion – this one even closer – made Jack yelp in fear as he scrambled away from he noise. There was another reason he didn't like bombs – the noise. To him, it sounded similar to that of a gun going off, or artillery firing. That meant war and violence. That meant deaths and injuries.

Thunder didn't sound to pleasant, either. After the death of his brother, Lightning had to make the thunder himself, which took longer. That was one of the reasons why people saw lightning first then heard thunder. And since both were made by the same person, who hated his guts and would attack him whenever he could anyway, that also gave him a reason to add thunder under the ever-growing list of sounds that reminded him of violence or pain.

The sound of bombs going off rang mercilessly in his ears for what seemed like forever before they finally subsided. Shaking slightly at the knowledge that he could have been blown up, Jack crawled out from his hiding place, eyes scanning the sky to make sure he was definitely safe. He would not be coming back to London until the bombings stopped. Some of the bombs had gotten too close for comfort, and several time Jack could have sworn he felt the heat of an explosion, not to mention that small bits and pieces had gone flying and just so happened to find his hiding place.

"Well." He breathed at last, looking down at his hoodie to make sure it wasn't too damaged. Miraculously, it was fine. "I guess that means I won't be doing any sightseeing in London for a while, then. Better get going."

The wind took him away, taking Jack through the safest route possible. Any snow that needed to be delivered was dumped as quickly as he possibly could before flying off to Antarctica for the rest of the war. He very rarely left, unless there was a place that desperately needed snow, in which case he would get there and leave as soon as possible. Jack had only the wind to give him information, and he trusted the wind to tell him the minute the war was over. And as soon as that moment came, Jack returned to not only spreading winter, but to spreading fun as well.

And yet he couldn't help but wonder why humans had to be so destructive.

"I will never understand you." Hiccup groaned. "I'm not entirely sure how an immortal is supposed to react when they get caught up in the middle of a bombing during the Blitz, but I know that your reaction wasn't it."

Jack only smirked at him. "What can I say? It's fun to surprise people, and one of the best ways to do that is to make sure they never understand me."

"Smart alec." Bunny muttered.

Their surroundings swirled again, and Jack let out another groan and buried his head in his hands. "Why? Why Manny, why? I'm seriously starting to think that, instead of you just filing out all the bad memories to watch, you're just using my memories as an excuse to give them a history lesson. Give it a rest, will you?"

Merida only got even more annoyed at Manny when he didn't answer.

Sometimes Jack hated humans.

It never ceased to amaze Jack that such beings who could be so intelligent when they wanted to be could be so stupid at times. Stupid, and apparently blind. Not all, but some people seemed to think that just because others were different, that didn't make them human. Jack had, to put it simply, been more than disgusted when Africans were used as slaves in America. He had thought that once they had been freed from that, everything would be fine.

Apparently not.

Some of the Americans were selfish and... well, dumb was the only other way to describe them. They refused to accept the fact that the African-Americans were just as human as everyone else, and it was clear in more places than Jack cared to admit. There were benches and town for white people only. There were restaurants and café's that refused to serve blacks. There were separate schools for whites. And don't even get Jack started on the buses. He didn't think he could have cheered louder when Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat, and he'd gotten so annoyed when she was arrested. Then the sit-ins in Woolworth came, and Jack couldn't help but mentally congratulate the four students that started it. He also couldn't help but be relieved to see that not everyone in America was blind. There were some whites who joined the blacks in protesting against segregation. And Martin Luther King came in. Jack had done several joyful areal backflips at how successful the man began to prove to be. Peaceful protests may not always work, but in that case, they definitely did help. He had attended as many of the man's speeches as he could.

And yet there were still so many people that fought to keep segregation intact. Mainly the KKK. Jack's blood boiled at the mere thought of them. They could advertise the people dressed as ghosts in whatever way they wanted, but it wouldn't fool him. No matter how many times they tried to pass the group off as saviours, Jack could see nothing but murderers whenever his eyes lay upon them. Their cruelty to people who were different was unimaginable, and Jack had never wanted to punch someone so much in his life as he did at the particular moment he was in. He could only be thankful that he had gotten a pretty good grasp on his emotions, otherwise the blizzards would be horrific, and Jack didn't want to risk the lives of any more people.

Jack may have been born in America when he rose from the lake, but sometimes he really hated the country. Like he did right then. The immortal teen stood, horrified, hands clapped over his mouth and tears threatening to spill down his face, unable to take his eyes off of the poor man who had suffered at the hands of the KKK. The group had left, and Jack couldn't have cared less when they walked through him for once. His attention was completely drawn to the man. His body began to tremble in fury and shock as anger began to course through his veins. The staff in the crook of his arm glowed slightly, and the temperature dropped. Without a word the boy took off to Antarctica, trying his hardest to keep his emotions in check until he finally landed.

Jack didn't know he could scream so loud. His fist collided with the ice as he screamed in fury, sorrow and hatred. He couldn't believe that people could be so cruel, so evil, to go as far as to murdering innocent people. Why? Why did it have to happen? Why were people so blind, so foolish? If only he could have done something to help. If he could, he would, oh the moon knew he would, but he couldn't. He was invisible. Which was a shame, because he seriously wanted to give a lot of people a piece of his mind.

Of course, life in America would get better for so many people, and it would become fairer than it had been during that particular time, but Jack didn't know that. All he knew at that moment, was that innocent people were being arrested and murdered simply because they were different. And there was nothing he could do other than watch it take it's place in history.

He didn't need to give reasons as to why he didn't want to trust humans if they could see him, adult in particular. What he had seen was more than enough reasons.

"You're right, the moon only brought us here because he wants us to have a history lesson." Rapunzel declared. Tooth's expression was completely blank, and Hiccup looked like he was beginning to regret getting out of bed.

"I think we can all agree," North said slowly. "That this has been more than enough fighting and war for a lifetime." Sandy nodded his head in agreement, and made a couple of symbols that no one noticed.

"I've seen enough violence for one day." Bunny sighed, resisting the urge to lean against the nearest thing.

"Yeah, and what's the chances that you're going to see more?" Merida hissed, not noticing when Jack automatically took a step away from her. "It seems to me like everything big that has gone down in history, Jack has seen. I'm beginning to wonder how he's still sane."

"I'm still here, Merida, don't talk about me as if I've left the room."

Merida huffed and turned away, folding her arms. Jack only smirked. "Besides, the reason I'm sane is because I'm completely awesome."

"You wish, Frost." Merida snorted. She would never admit that she was worried and a little scared (okay, absolutely petrified) at what else Jack had gone through in his life that they were all going to see, and she wasn't exactly sure if she wanted to know any more than she already did. But since everyone else had to, she had no choice but to stand there and watch.

The next memory began, with Jack complaining to no end about how the moon was trying to make him seem like he was always depressed.

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