(Author's Note: I apologize for this short chapter. I wanted to post something for Christmas but I also wanted to spend today with my family. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it.)

Snow could hear the bells from Santa's sleigh as it landed. He had a strong urge to run to the front door and demand to know Heat's location. Of course, he knew he needed to get his emotions in check before he did some real damage. He was already frosting the walls and floor as he passed. Mrs. Claus could easily see his distress. She started to walk faster to help ease Snow's agitation. They passed several elves who immediately dashed away. They would definitely prefer to not be a frosted mess after Snow moved by.

Finally, they arrived at the red doors. Before they could even reach for the handle the doors flew open. Santa Claus himself was standing in the doorway. Several elves were crowded behind him. They must have warned him of Snow's presence.

"Snow Miser! What can I help you with?" Santa asked. He seemed tired from his journey but he refused to be intimidated by Snow.

"Snowy wanted to know if you've seen his brother recently," Mrs. Claus said. She didn't trust Snow to speak at the moment. After he calmed down a bit then he could address Santa.

"Heat Miser?" Santa said as he scratched his whiskers, "You know I did see him recently. About a week ago," Santa mused.

Before anyone could actually do anything Snow Miser grabbed Santa's coat and lifted him off the ground. Miraculously, he managed to only frost the coat. He was surprised himself that he was able to manage what little restraint he had at the second.

"WHERE? WHERE DID YOU SEE HIM?" Snow practically yelled. He felt a gentle hand placed on his shoulder. Glancing to it he noticed it was Mrs. Claus. She didn't look scared. Just... just sad. Seeing her like that snapped Snow back to reality. He gently placed Santa back on the ground. Santa let out a tired sigh. He wasn't frightened either. Just exhausted. He dealt with the Miser brothers enough to know how emotionally charged they could be.

"I saw him in Tennessee. It appeared like he was checking on his territory. At least, that's what I thought. Why? Is there something wrong?" Santa asked with a confused look on his face.

"He's... he's missing," Snow said with a lump in his throat.

Santa gave one look at Mrs. Claus and she gave him the protective gloves. He reached over and slid them on. He walked up to Snow and did not hesitate to give Snow a hug. At least as much of a hug he could give without freezing to death.

Snow smiled at the gesture,

"Thanks," Snow rubbed his eyes. Determined to not cry.

"I should check on my palace before heading over to find him. I bet my minions are a tad worried," Snow said with a guilty smile. He really should have checked on them sooner. They're probably a disaster currently.

"Well, we shouldn't keep you then. Listen, if you ever need to you can stop by and visit. Our home is opened to everyone," Santa said with a twinkle in his eye. He really was a sweetheart.

"The same for you and my castle," Snow said as he started to call a cold air to lift him away. The Clauses waved Snow goodbye as he flew towards his home.

Snow settled outside his home. Well, the castle wasn't on fire. That's a good sign. Laughing to himself he walked up to the icy doors before shoving them open. He saw his minions were obviously distressed, but they were doing a great job at holding it together. Snow waltz in with a huge grin. Ah, the cold. He couldn't get enough of it. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a fire in the corner of the room. He was about to have a raging fit until he noticed a shivering little heat minion.

One of Snow's minions ran up to him and quickly saluted.

"We think we've solved the Heat Miser trouble, sir," his minion stated. Snow barely acknowledged him as he rushed over to his brother's minion. The minion recoiled from Snow. Seeing this, Snow decided it was best to keep some distance between the two of them. He knew that seeing your leader's archrival could be very alarming. Raising his arms in a non-threatening gesture Snow gentle said,

"I'm not here to hurt you. To be honest, you already look like a mess," Snow tried to lighten the mood. He failed miserably. The little minion looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"Hey, chill. It's okay. Where's Heat at?" Snow asked.

The tiny minion wiped his eyes as he shakily spoke up,

"Y-12. The government facility. They tricked him into thinking you were around there. Trying to take over his territory again,"

"Why? What do they want from him?" Snow questioned.

"His power. The sun's power. They could use him as a weapon if they could harness his energy... I don't know if they've figured it out yet," the minion said.

"They started tests on me before they tried anything with Heat. They may have started the serious tests now," the minion started to panic.

"Get Heat's minion home," Snow commanded one of his own minions.

"I'm bringing my brother home," he said with a cold look in his eyes.

Heat was trapped within a spherical cage which was connected to a large ray gun. The gun was attempting to suck Heat's power from him. Heat was trying to fight it with all his strength but he knew he was slowly losing. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. He hoped Flame made it home safely. Another sharp pain overtook his body. He growled as he tried to melt his prison again. He wasn't going down without a fight.