He landed a few feet from the Clause's residence. In front of the castle, there was some reindeer prancing about. Snow took one step and crunched some snow beneath his foot. The reindeers heads whipped over to see Snow advancing. They knew what he was capable of. So, wisely, the reindeer quickly flew away. Snow chuckled to himself. They crossed his path one too many times he guessed. They got lucky every time. He paused for a bit, enjoying the cold, before progressing to the castle. He knew he was going to cause some panic among the residents. Of course, the Clauses wouldn't be intimidated by him. It was the elves and gnomes who would be running in fear.

Walking through the snow and approaching the castle he got a good look at it. It's been years since he last saw it. It never seemed to age. It still looked as new as the day it was built.

Strolling up to the wooden door, decorated with the clause's signature red, he knocked a couple of times before waiting. He noticed that the spot he knocked on started to form frost on it.

The door was opened by a small chubby elf with a hat that jingled. He took one look at him before letting out a yelp and slamming the door shut. Rude. Snow thought. He tried again,

"One mo- mo- moment, please," the elf nervously spoke as Snow heard his footsteps scurry away.

"Wow. Don't bother to invite me in, icicle," Snow grumbled under his breath. Of course, he preferred to be left in the cold rather than inside. Still, where was his etiquette? He opened his entire castle for them whenever they visited. Whatever. It doesn't matter. Heat matters. He was jostled out of his thoughts when the doors swung open,

"Oh, Snowy! Come in! Come in!" Mrs. Claus urged as she grabbed his hand to guide him in. He noticed she was wearing enchanted gloves that protected her hands from his powers. It was a little sweet of her to want to actually interact with him.

"The snow has been lovely up here today. I've been a tiny bit concerned with the rest of the world, dear. I hope you haven't seriously hurt your brother," she said with concern in her voice. Snow new that she saw first hand how... um... intense their fighting could get. Heat tried to kill her husband before... on multiple occasions. Yet she never seemed to hold a grudge against him for it.

"Oh, I just tease. I would never actually cause any real harm to him," Snow tried to reply nonchalantly. Although, he was slightly offended by her implications.

She gently tugged him to a dining room. Setting him down at a chair before she ran to the fireplace to put the fire out. She opened a few windows for him too.

"Thanks, buttercup. I appreciate the welcome," Snow said with a flash of a smile.

"No problem, dear. Now, what can I help you with? I'm assuming it has something to do with your brother, Heat Miser?"

Snow fidgeted in his chair a bit.

"Have you... seen him anywhere recently?" Snow asked slowly. He was praying that she would have seen him and his anxieties could be put to rest.

"Sorry. I have not. Although, I bet Santa caught a glimpse of him somewhere. He's been taking the reindeer out and about around the world. Making sure they're ready for Christmas and pulling his heavy sleigh," Mrs. Claus replied. You could hear a hint of concern in her voice. She did care about the miser brothers. She also knew how dangerous they could be as well.

"He should be back soon. He's been gone for a wh-" Mrs. Claus was interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

"Excuse me for one second," Mrs. Claus informed.

"Take your time, sugar cake," snow replied.

She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a more slender elf standing at the door. Snow noticed that his hat bell seemed to jangle.

"Mrs. Claus, Santa has returned," Jangle said with a goofy smile. His smile didn't last long when he noticed Snow Miser in the room. Jangle started to shake a bit. He stopped when Mrs. Claus put a hand on his shoulder,

"Thank you, Jangle. I'll go see him right now," Mrs. Claus said with a gentle voice. Jangle, noticeably calmer now, replied,

"No problem, Mrs. C," Jangle saluted before walking away.

Snow stood up. He was eager to speak with Santa. He always did like him. He brought winter cheer along with Christmas. He approached Mrs. Claus,

"Lead the way, blue Jay"

He felt cold. He wasn't used to this extreme temperature. It was so hard to think clearly in these conditions. He could think of one thing he undoubtedly knew. He despised the cold. Normally his anger would have heated him up by now, but he was still cold. It was dark too. Dark and cold. Wait. Heat just noticed that his eyes were closed. Slowly he brought himself to open his eyes. It took so much energy from him. It looked like he was in a freezer. No. A reinforced room that was kept in sub-zero temperatures. Someone was trying to keep him here and sedated. Well, Mr. Sun wasn't going to stay here.

He put all his might into standing up. He let out a low growl while he leaned against the wall. Glancing around the room he spotted the reinforced door. He felt deep within him for the fire he knew he had. It was a lot harder to find than normal but he felt it. He slowly brought it to his fingertips. His legs became weak while he focused his power. He slowly slid to the ground again, but he refused to let the building fireball in his hand to be snuffed out. Gritting his teeth he finally managed to form a large fireball that he immediately chucked at the door. The door blew open. Leaving a huge burnt mark on the wall where the door was.

The room began to warm a bit after that. Heat began to grin. Pulling himself up he moved towards freedom.

Alarms started to blare. A voice spoke up over an intercom,

"Code blue. Weapon 4's cell failure. Backup required,"

Weapon? Did they want to use Mr. Green Christmas as a weapon? The power of the sun in some dangerous human's hands... oh. That's not good. Heat thought.

"How did they even get me here?" Heat thought out loud. He reached the door with his power growing stronger by the minute. He can worry about the details later. He was leaving.

He stepped through the door and notices that he was now in a long white hallway with multiple reinforced doors scattered about. One of them had a window. Curiously Heat looked inside. One of his minions was shaking inside.

"Oh hell no!" Heat snarled. No one will ever hurt his children! He smashed the door open. The tiny minion flinched before pushing himself into a corner. The poor thing was terrified.

"Hey. Shhhhh, it's okay. Its Heat Miser. You're going to be okay now," heat said soothingly.

He gently picked up his minion and coddled him. Looking at him he knew his name was Flame. Heat knew every minion's name. He cared about every single one of them. Although, he tried to hide it. He doubted he was fooling his minions.

"Is there anyone else here," heat asked.

Flame shook his head no as he snuggled up against Heat's warm. Heat decided to do a quick check of the other rooms just in case. He used his power to glide through the hall. Checking each door he passed. Some contained different ray guns, others held strange humans, and a few of them held deformed creatures that Heat had never seen before, but Flame was right. No other minions were about. Heat felt bad that Flame was in this situation. He has to ask him about this later. Got to get out of here.

Heat started to blast holes into wall after wall until he caught a glimpse of natural light. Relief filled him but it was short lived. He was hit by something freezing that significantly hurt him. The hole was big enough for Flame to fit through. He sat and squeezed him through,

"Find help," was all he managed to say after being hit again and again and again before Heat collapsed. Darkness taking him once more.