hey guys! Here is the next chapter of Let It Go. Hope ya'll enjoy it,
"No Way Out" by Phil Collins. You guys said you wanted more Disney songs sooooo here.
To say Jack's surprise appearance at the North Pole was unexpected would be a understatement.
Tooth had been fluttering about, yelling orders to her mini fairies and North and Bunny fought over their holidays and Sandy was just sipping his hot chocolate.
"Wow," Jack said, using his foot to kick the door closed behind him. "It's almost like I never left."
They all turned to the winter spirit. The winter spirit who had a cocky grin on his face and one eyebrow raised as if waiting for the questions to fly his way. If Jack had had his staff it would've been resting across his shoulders.
"Jack." Tooth breathed. No one said anything other than that.
Jack gulped but didn't allow the guardians to see. His hands were shaking slightly at his sides and he thought he was going to pass out. He didn't know they would react this way. He had expected yelling, shouting matches, heck, even a fight but not this silent stand off. They were each waiting for the other to make the first move.
"Umm," said a voice, "okay!"
Jack turned to see a pretty girl with short auburn hair standing next to a bigger man with a cap over his cotton top. At their side was a reindeer and a... Small snowman.
"Olaf?" Jack asked in disbelief.
At his name the little snowman jumped and, with a large smile of his frozen face, bounded over to where Jack was before throwing his wooden arms around the winter king's legs. "Jack! Man, it's soooo good to see you. Between you and me, this place has been getting a little dull."
Olaf stepped back and beamed up at the taller spirit. "But," the tiny snowman exclaimed." how can it be boring with the Guardian of Fun hanging around, am I right?"
"Wait a minute," the red headed girl asked. She quirked a thin eyebrow. "You two know each other?"
As Jack turned his gaze back to the spirit he could already tell brought summer, he could see a door in the hallway behind her swiftly close. Jack frowned, whoever was in that room didn't want him to see them. Oh.
"Of course I know Jack Frost, Anna!" Olaf explained. "I mean, how could I not?"
"Yeah," Jack said in a far away voice, his eyes still pinned on the door. "We've had some pretty awesome snowball fights..."
Jack reached inside his hoodie pocket and pulled out Elsa's little blue bag. He looked down at it for a moment before walking slowly over to the girl who was called Anna. He stopped in front of her, a little cautious. "You're Anna Summers? Elsa's sister?"
Anna fixed him with a blue gaze that was so much like Elsa's it hurt. "I am."
"uh," Jack slowly held out the pack to her, unwilling to part with it but knew he had to. "She left this...it has some of her things inside..."
"Oh..." Anna took the bag away but her hand brushed his and they both ended up jerking away from each other. Jack held his burned hand close, Anna was extremely mad if she was burning that hot. Anna also rubbed her frost bitten fingers, giving Jack a look that he couldn't really understand. "Thanks, I guess."
"yeah..." Jack answered. An awkward silence followed their exchange and Jack cleared his throat before looking around the room. When he was positive he had everyone's attention—including the yeti's and elves'—he spoke again. "I'm pretty sure you all know why I'm here so if you could show me where he is I'd really appreciate it."
"wait," the blonde man asked. "He?"
Jack's dark eyebrows knit together under their white cloud covering. "Yeah. Jamie."
"You only came here for Jamie?"
Jack's blue eyes found the floor. "No...but I think his case if more...urgent."
This way, said the reindeer and Jack actually wasn't all that surprised that it talked.
The large animal turned around and walked down the hallway Anna and the blonde had been standing guard. As he passed between them, the blonde's hand shot out and grabbed him by the shoulder.
Jack tensed and let out a tiny gasp, more than a little afraid of what was about to come next.
"If you plan on helping Jamie," the taller man said, looking at Jack with hard brown eyes. "You might need that."
He pointed to something behind Jack and the winter spirit turned around to have his eyes land on the one object he thought he would never see again.
"no way..." Jack breathed. His eyes roaming over every piece of the gnarled wood that made up his staff. The stick shivered like it knew its master was nearby. Maybe it missed Jack's touch as much as Jack missed it's.
Jack didn't mean to but he rushed forward and grasped the staff in a death grip. A welcome blanket of frost coated the dark wood and Jack laughed as he could feel a deep throbbing of pain he didn't know he held disappear. He lashed out with the staff and a current of snow exploded from the end. Jack laughed more until he saw Bunny shift out of the corner of his eye.
Decided the fun was over (for now) Jack straightened and followed the talking reindeer down the hallway.
He could feel everyone's eyes on his back as he moved but Jack refused to turn around. As the reindeer lead he by the door he had seen close, Jack paused. He wanted to open it, have it open, or at least he wanted to knock.
It was only when he heard the tell-tale sound of frost forming on flooded floors did he keep walking. He knew his powers, and the people who had his powers, well enough to know that you start randomly creating frost when you're upset.
Jack didn't want to but he walked on.
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Pitch Black stalked around in his lair, grinning ear to ear and he gazed into the image portals that lined the walls. He could see the guardians, feel their fear as heir youngest member—ex-member, he supposed—return home. He could feel Jack Frost's nervous energy and tension and he could feel Anna Summer's terrified determination of protecting her sister from the horror that just walked in the room.
Pitch only frowned when he could find no trace of fear coming from Elsa Winters. She wasn't afraid of Jack like the other.
The large, condescending grin slowly transformed into a irritated scowl.
She wasn't yet but she will be.
His plan was running smoothly after all. Jack Frost was becoming an Achilles. A warrior that rose even after failure. But that was fine. Pitch knew what his heel was and it was only a matter of time before he brought it back into the like light.
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He's in there.
That was all the reindeer said before it took off down the hallway back to the others, leaving Jack stranded. Blue eyes followed it retreat and couldn't help but feel hurt. It didn't want anything to do with him. With a heavy sigh, Jack could only think about how it was nothing knew.
Not wanting to upset himself and make Jamie wait any longer, Jack pushed open the door and walked inside.
He wasn't prepared for what he saw.
It was Jamie, of course, but he was completely blue. Jack, being a winter spirit, had always like the color but now the sight of it brought bile creeping up his throat.
Jamie stood there, facing him. Wearing the same clothes as he did the last time Jack had seen him and had his hand—his blue hand, Jack thought with a shudder—outstretched like he was reaching for Jack. He was right in the doorway. Why hadn't they laid him down?
"J-Jamie?" Jack asked with a trembling voice. Snowflakes started to fall from the ceiling and Jack quickly clamped down his emotions. Those where what did this to Jamie in the first place. Taking a deep breath, Jack raised his hands and lifted/dragged Jamie to the bed that lay in the corner of the room. It took a while and was very difficult with a staff in his hand so Jack dropped it on the ground and continued to carry Jamie.
Once he was safety on the bed, Jack sat down next to him. Jamie still faced Jack, hand still outstretched, and Jack looking into those frozen, cold, eyes. He sighed and turned his gaze to the hand that seemed to need something, reaching out for something, or someone.
Jack lifted his pale hand and held Jamie's. It was a perfect fit, fingers nearly interlacing and that was when Jack realized he was crying. It was such a familiar happening he didn't even notice.
Jack looked at Jamie, cupping his still, really cold hand in both of his. "Heh." Jack laughed humorlessly. "Look, we're the same temperature now..."
The laugh died in his throat and was soon replaced by a sob so strangled and miserable that Jack was taken aback at its appearance. "I'm sorry, Jamie..." Jack whispered through his tears. It was hard to talk, hard to breath, Jack felt like his own body was collapsing on its self and he couldn't move, couldn't think. He saw his tears falling on the ice body near him, the water freezing into icicles on contact. Jack cried harder. "I'm so, so sorry... "
Jamie just watched, the scared, worried expression literally frozen onto his face. Jack tried to swipe a rouge piece of hair away from his brother's face but it was as solid as the rest of Jamie and wouldn't move.
"Everywhere I turn I hurt someone..." Jack whispered, tears not slowing down their rapid descent. They wanted to get away as well, everything wanted away. I'd everything was away maybe Jack wouldn't hurt people. "but there's nothing I can say to change the things I've done..."
Jack squeezed Jamie's still hand, wanting some sort of reaction from the boy. Or man now, Jack guessed. He had missed a lot of time with his first believer. "I'd do anything within my power, I'd give everything I've got!...but the path I seek is hidden from me now..."
A spot of white in the corner of his eye caught Jack's attention. Looking up Jack saw the li do his powers was loose and snowflakes were lazily drifting downward. He hadn't noticed. Jamie didn't tell him. Jamie hadn't so much as shivered.
"Brother," Jack said Ina. Choked voice, his eyes once again on Jamie. He had never told the kid that he thought of him that way, as family. And it looked like he would never get the chance. As if Jamie would want to be associated with an abomination like Jack. "I let you down. You trusted me, believed in me and I let you down."
Jack wished more than anything that he had told Jamie why he was never around, why he kept his distance. Better yet, Jack wished he hadn't. How hard would it have been to fly over and say "I wanna build a snowman"? Jack leaned down his head, resting it on his hands that were still encasing Jamie's. "Of all the things I hid from you I cannot hide the shame and I pray someone—something will come to take away the pain."
Even after forgiving himself, even after getting away from Pitch. Even after getting his powers back Jack was still stuck in the same old place. He might as well face it, he wasn't getting out. How can you get out of something that's inside you? "There's no way out of this dark place, no hope, no future. I know I can't be free but I can't see another way I can face another day."
"Tell me where," Jack sang, lifting his head. "did I go wrong? Everyone I ever love they're all gone..." O-oh the truth in that! His mom, his sister, the guardians, Elsa, Jamie...he had to have set some kind of record or something. Maybe if he had listened more...
"Be careful!"
"heh heh, we will!"
...or less...
"We should never have trusted him!"
"You ruin everything!"
"stay away from them!"
"You only hurt people!"
who knows, maybe things would have turned out better. Jack rubbed his thumb on Jamie's frozen skin, the touch would usually bother anyone else but Jamie didn't seemed bother by anything..."I'd do everything so differently" Jack told him, more like he was telling himself though. "but I can't turn back the time!"
Jack closed his eyes and shook his head. "there's no escape from the storm inside of me" Ah, yes, the storm. The dark cloud of lightning and thunder that he carried inside him, always destroying, always hurting. Add that to the list of faults that seemed to keep growing. Jack closed his eyes again and just wished Jamie would do something, anything. He just needed his little brother back.
"There's no way out of this dark place! No hope, no future...I know I can't be free but I can't see another way I can face another day." Jack sighed but as he gazed at the lifeless eyes before him he saw it. It was a flicker but it was enough. It had been Jamie. Jack didn't know how that was possible but it was. It was him! He was still in there, he was still fighting. Jack's blue eyes hardened with determination, it Jamie was fighting so was he! He wasn't going to let Jamie down. Not again.
"I can't believe the words I hear!" Jack cried, clutching Jamie's hand ever tighter. "it's like an answer to a prayer! And when I look around I see this place, this time," Jack smiled through the tears he had forgotten he was crying. "this friend of mine."
Running over and grabbing his staff, Jack sad the snowflakes stop and drop lifelessly to the ground. As long as he had the staff he could control it. That's what he could do right now. "I know it's hard but found somehow to look into your heart and forgive me now." he forgave himself, the only thing better than that was Jamie's forgiveness—or Elsa's.
"you've given me the strength to see just where this journey ends!" Jack walked back to the bed and squeezed Jamie's hand. "you've always given me the strength to carry on!"
"You are the path from this dark place, and I see my future." Jack smiled, not feeling the frozen tears falling down his face anymore. "and your forgiveness can set me free,"
Jack let out and laugh and leaned on his staff, feeling more like himself than he had in a long time. "Oh, I can see another way I can face another day!"
Jack then got into a fighting stance that he had always known how to do. He pointed his staff at Jamie's still body and prayed to the spirit of love that this worked.
"Here goes nothing," Jack muttered as he fired.
Yay! There it is! Please read and review and I have a CHALLENGE for you guys! I put some symbolism in this chapter and I want to see who can see it! I'm sorry if I sound like an ELA teachers but humor me!
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