Author's Note: Surprise! I'm back! And I plan to finish this before Christmas. Now, I haven't written much within the past couple of years. So, bear with me as I stretch my writing legs again. On with the story!

Snow was trying to retain his cool. The Leader appeared too calm for his liking. Sure, he was merely a human, but the eerie stillness of the endless hallways was strange. The Leader began to hum a Christmas tune. The noise echoed off of the grey, stale walls. That's when Snow became more suspicious. Where were all the other humans?

"We're here," the Leader startled Snow out of his thoughts. The door leading to his stepbrother had no window or signs; however, Snow didn't need those to know his stepbrother was surely on the other side. He could feel him. The warm, albeit faint was none other than Heat's.

"Stand back... or don't. I really don't care," Snow snapped. He felt too impatient to allow the human to open the door. He summoned the north's powerful icy winds; they danced within his hands, and he thrust them towards the door. The door burst off its frame, letting out snowy flakes as Snow finally laid eyes on his poor Heat. He was in a frozen room, icicles hung precariously above. Heat was within some sort of complicated machine. Snow wasn't entirely sure what it was doing, but he knew it wasn't good. Heat was crumbling under its power.

"HEAT. CAN YOU HEAR ME?" Snow shouted as he rushed to his stepbrother's side. Snow placed his hands on the glass of the machine. Gazing at Heat, Snow could see his eyelids flutter but they remained shut. Snow raised his arms as he was prepared to shatter the prison holding his beloved, younger stepbrother. That's when he felt something scalding hot hit his back. Snow spun around to see not only the Leader but a cluster of humans, all of which barely fit within the doorway. Snow was confident that there were more of them behind the door frame. They were all armed.

Whatever, Snow thought. No one was going to take Heat away from him again. Snow began to summon icicles in his hand when the voice of the Leader made him falter.

"We had a deal. I show you where your brother was, and you would give us a head start. 10 seconds. No ice powers," the Leader said with a sinister smirk.

Snow ground his teeth together. He really disliked this particular human.

"Fine." Snow barely uttered as he swiftly turned towards the machine and smashed it with his fists. The glass shattered. Guns started to fire rapidly at Snow as he threw his body around Heat's. Snow gently hugged Heat. He wanted to shield his sick brother from their weapons.

"I'm so sorry, Heat," Snow struggled to whisper. He felt the stinging heat of their weapons upon his icy skin. Each hit drawing out the coldness that typically seeped within him. Snow was fighting to keep his eyes open while the pain was threatening the opposite. They were using the scorching heat against him... Wait... They were using heat against him... Snow managed to drag an idea out of his sluggish head. He slowly moved from Heat Miser, quickly meeting the floor. Heat was now vulnerable to their gunfire. Their sweltering bullets giving Heat the warmth he needed.

Suddenly, the light in the room became dazzling. Who turned up the lights? Snow wondered as he squinted his eyes. There were explosions and loud noises, but Snow couldn't see anything with all the smoke devouring the room. Snow finally couldn't keep his eyes open. The last thing he saw was Heat, blazing bright.

Snow smiled dumbly as he mumbled out, "Wow, Fireball. You look amazing," then the darkness consumed him.