Keeping some words out and trying to put together the way North talks isn't too easy. LOL

Eleven years passed, and Jack Frost became a Guardian three years prior. Jaime was the second kid, since then, to truly see him before the rest of Jaime's five friends.

Jack was happy that he had more kids that believed in him and that he was no longer someone who was just thought of as an expression, even though many adults still voiced it that way.

He did still wonder where Irma was, though, from time to time. He also had to wonder if she stopped believing in him after she left. She was his first real friend, even if they were in different age groups. But Jack was immortal, so he didn't care how old his friends were.

Jack was doing his usual rounds of bringing winter to many winter bearing continents.

He flew through New York City; he uses his wooden staff to create frost on everything he passed, freezing-cold wind followed behind him.

Jack flew by a couple that was leaning in closer to each other to kiss. He stopped suddenly and watched as the boyfriend and girlfriend shared their love for each other. The two even seemed not to notice the sudden chill in the air.

After less than a minute, Jack felt an unfamiliar emotion creep up inside of him into his chest. It was like when he felt unnoticed by the humans: No attention, no friendships. But at the same time, it was a different sensation a different reaction. His heart suddenly seemed to want something, something that he couldn't quite explain because it wasn't what he had ever felt before.

Jack glanced one more time at the kissing couple, then flew off to a rooftop.

His heart beat uncomfortably in his chest.

What was going on?

What was this strange feeling?

His heart was sore.

Jack wanted to finish giving snow days and some blizzards to everyone first before he was to go to the North pole and see if North could help him explain this unusual sensation.

Jack waited for two minutes for his heart to calm itself down. But it wasn't letting up.

He was starting to feel scared that, whatever this was, wasn't going to go away.

Jack decided that he needed to see North now. If he can help him, he would return to bringing the snow and blizzards.

He jumped up into the air only to be met by gravity. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jack stumbled backward and fell.

He sat up in confusion at what happened. The only time that has ever happened to him was on the first day he became the Sprite of Winter. That was over 300 years ago.

Jack jumped into the air again and almost fell back onto the rooftop, but before gravity got the best of him once more, the wind finally took hold, and he flew to the North pole.

As he flew, though, he was having trouble staying stabilized and kept almost falling to the ground below.

"What is going on," Jack asked the Man in the Moon? He, as usual, never got an answer to any of his questions.

Jack's strange emotion, sensation, whatever it was, still was hard to handle. He wondered if that was the cause that he couldn't concentrate on keeping himself in the air.

"We have a month until Christmas, everybody!" North said as everyone that worked in his toy shop gathered around. "You all know the drill. We need to start preparations now. So, get to it!"

As everyone went to do their jobs, North walked back toward his office. As he got near the Globe Room, he heard a loud thump and an "oof."

North goes to investigate and finds Jack struggling to pick himself off the floor.

"Jack?" North walked over to him to help him get to his feet. "What is wrong?"

"I, I don't know." Jack had his right hand on his chest. His face clearly showed many emotions pain, fright, and even the one emotion he didn't understand. "It started in New York."

North led Jack to a chair, and Jack fell into it. North stood in front of him with concern. "What was it you were doing when you started feeling pain?"

Jack repositioned himself to be more comfortable and told him how it started. When he finished, he added while clenching his hoodie, "I don't know what this is."

North placed a concerned hand on Jack's shoulder. "Try to take slow and even breaths."

"I tried that. It didn't work." Jack pulled his legs closer to him, making himself into a ball. "I could barely keep myself in the air. I can't even land right."

"We will find what is wrong with you—"

"Before winter is over," Jack interrupted? "There're millions of people that are supposed to be expecting all different types of snowy weather."

"We can try," North assured him. "Wish I or anyone could help you like we Bunny and Tooth."

Jack put his blue hood over his head, then buried his face between his knees. He still clutched at his chest.

His breathing was getting heavier.

"Jack," North said. "Why don't you get some rest. We discuss your situation later."

Jack glanced up at him and nodded slowly.

"I'll get one of the yetis to take you to room to rest." North walks over to a railing that looks down to the first floor and yells out to one of the yetis. "Phil! Need you to help take Jack to room so he can rest."

As Phil carried Jack to a bedroom, Jack fell unconscious from his pain.

Phil returned to North and told him in his yeti language that Jack Frost was not looking too good, that he was less pale.

"Hm," North pondered. "That is worrisome. But for now, we must let him rest. Then we investigate what is going on with him."

Two weeks passed since Jack came to North's workshop with pain and became unconscious.

North, yetis, and also the elves checked up on Jack every fifteen minutes a day to make sure he was still breathing. And on two different occasions in the second week, they found something different about him.

Jack's hair had two small streaks of brown in it.

North tried to wake him, but Jack was knocked out cold. So, he just decided to wait and see if Jack would wake on his own.

With those two heart-wrenching weeks of concern, North being the last one to check up on him, Jack did awake on his own and North was relieved, though still worried.

"Jack," North began. "How are you feeling?"

"The same." Jack rubbed his chest.

"You have been unconscious for two weeks, Jack."

"What?" Jack was stunned but too weak to show it. "But winter! I need to give people their winter!" He closed his eyes tightly; the pain was unbearable.

"You need not worry about that, Jack. Because right now, you need to worry about you."

Jack wanted to argue, but at the same time, what was the point? He couldn't bring the snowy days to everyone even if he wanted to. Not in the condition he was in, anyway.

"Are you able to stand?" North asked. "There's something you need to see."

Jack looked up at him with confusion. "I, I think so. What's going on?"

"Come. You must look at yourself in the mirror."

North helped him out of bed and over to an antique dresser with a large mirror.

Jack had the look of shock on his face from what he saw in the mirror. His skin was becoming less pale, and his white locks now had a different color slowly taking its place.

"This can't be possible!" Jack touched the brown lengths in his hair. "Am, am I becoming a mortal?"

With dread showing in his eyes, North answered, "It looks that way."

"There has to be a way to stop this from happening," Jack was becoming more terrified.

"I'll have someone bring you something to eat, and I'll see there's anything in the Guardian book." North walked Jack back to the bed. "Just take easy for now."

Jack nodded and laid his head down. He looked up at the ceiling wondering why this was happening to him. What did he do to deserve no longer being a guardian?

Another week passed, and as expected, Jack wasn't getting any better. His hair was continuing to become brown, and his left eye was now brown as well. Jack's powers were dwindling slowly.

North was still searching through the Guardian book. It, being so thick, was taking a while to go through.

Jack was still cooped up in his room, being too weak to do anything but lay down. He did, however, test how much more of his powers were leaving him.

He was able to, howbeit, create snowflakes with his hands and conjure abnormally little power through his staff to frost the floor near his bed. At least he was still successful at that because he needed a laugh when an unsuspecting elf walked in and slipped.

The elf struggled to stand on his feet, and with a look of annoyance, spun to the direction of the door and sledded himself out on his stomach.

Jack continued to laugh until, suddenly, the pain came with more force, and he screamed.

"Jack!" North ran in, seeing the frost on the ground, and avoiding slipping.

Jack Frost?

Jack started to feel something pull at him. And whatever it was, it was sending more pain for him to go after it.

Of course, he had no idea what he was feeling to go after.

Jack Frost?

"I can't stay here. I need to get back to Burgess," Jack told North.

"What will help you there, Jack," North asked?

"I don't know. But I need to go. Please let me go there." Jack's eyes were pleading.

North hesitated, then slowly nodded his head in approval.

North took a magical snow globe from inside his coat and handed it to Jack. "Here, this will get you there faster."

Jack took it from him. "Thank you."

"Whatever it is. I hope you find it. But I will continue to search for your ailment."

Jack smiled. Then to the snow globe said, "Burgess, pond." He threw it, and a portal appeared.

He stood up slowly, he leaning on both his staff and on North to help walk into the portal.