The Palace was gigantic.

Jamie couldn't even see where the snowbricks ended and the iceceiling began. When Jack had mentioned his castle, the boy thought of a clunky medieval type structure. This was elegant, and quite luxurious, the ice sculptures of creatures dotted around giving it a gothic look as well.

The throneroom was lonely-looking, but amazing. No snowbricks here, the entire room was made of solid ice, even the throne.

"This is epic!" the boy breathed, running his hand along the frostpaterned pillars of solid clear ice. "I can't believe he made all this...it's awesome!"

The palace shook.

That wasn't good. It meant something was up with Jack.

It came from the west wing, and Jamie wondered why it had been sealed. Jack must be trapped within!

"Jack! Hey don't worry I'll get you out!"

He rammed into the doors, and they surprisingly opened, to reveal a very ticked off Winter King.

"When I get my hands on whoever dared to lock me up, they will know a new meaning of bitter cold!"

Jamie tried to placate the furious King, to no avail. "Jack, please...just...chill out ok? We'll get to the bottom of this!"

"I INVENTED chill!" raged the Winter King, sputtering and fuming.

Jamie decided that now was not a good time to bring up the fact that the room had been sealed from the inside.