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Identity Crisis

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Jack awoke on an icy Wednesday morning with the distinct impression that something was horribly wrong. For the life of him, however, he couldn't quite pinpoint what had given him such a feeling. He was still perched in the tree he'd fallen asleep in the previous night, the snow he'd brought was still perfectly settled in the surrounding landscape, and there was no sign of a looming apocalypse on the horizon.

But he was still absolutely certain that something wasn't right.

It was only when he stood up that he realised what it was – or, rather, a clue. His hoodie was marred by damp patches where what had once been a frosting of ice had somehow inexplicably melted into water overnight. Jack stared at it, baffled. Since when did ice melt in such close proximity to him?

The next clue came when he realised his staff was missing. He scanned the immediate area frantically, but there was no sign of it. Had it been stolen? Who would want to take his staff? (Besides the elves, but they weren't exactly here.) Flummoxed and a tad anxious, he jumped off the branch.

The wind immediately swooped up to catch him, even despite the fact that he'd never been able to fly without his staff before, and that was the third clue. But the wind, too, wasn't quite right. It was the wind, of that Jack had no doubt, but it wasn't his wind. His wind was cold and carried a flurry of snowflakes and the faint scent of pine. This wind was none of those things. This wind was incredibly humid, carried bits of what was probably sand and leaves, and smelled distinctly of grass and sunscreen, with a touch of sea salt. This wind Jack recognised as the one that usually accompanied his summer counterpart.

The fourth clue was that the heat of it didn't bother him in the slightest, despite the fact that it was warm enough to start melting the snow.

"Uh, okay," Jack drew out, frowning down at himself and the landscape beneath his feet. "Something's not quite right here."

Why had Lleu's wind answered his call? Where was his usual companion? Where was his staff? And why did he suddenly not need it?

As if in answer to his confusion, a cold gust of wind whipped between the trees. Jack quickly dropped back down to land on the ground before the two air currents could clash. His wind's greeting was promptly followed by a less pleasant one.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

Descending from the trees like a Fury from the depths of the Underworld came Ceres. But there was something decidedly not quite right about her, either, and it wasn't the murderous expression on her face (that was pretty normal, actually).

She opened her mouth again – no doubt to continue screaming about something Jack had no clue about – but paused when she finally got a good look at him. For a long moment, the two simply gaped at each other.

Ceres' hair, once a chestnut brown colour, had turned pure white, and her dark eyes a bright blue. She was pale as death, and frost clung to the edges of her dress. Coupled with her righteous fury, she looked like the personification of a snowstorm. And, clasped tightly in one hand, was Jack's staff.

"Well," she said at length, some of the anger gone from her tone, "clearly you are not to blame for this."

"What happened to you?" Jack asked. "Why do you have my staff?"

"Your stick was in my hand when I woke up, but as to what happened, I could ask you the same thing," her eyes travelled from his head to his feet, and Jack suddenly had the startling suspicion that Ceres wasn't the only one who'd had a makeover. He almost didn't want to know, but at the same time he was curious.

Without a word, he took off with the aid of his borrowed wind and headed towards the nearby town, vaguely aware that Ceres was following him. It didn't take long to reach, and within the span of three minutes he was standing outside an electronics store, staring at his reflection in the window.

Even with the less than ideal 'mirror' the changes were plain to see. His hair had gone a vibrant red, his eyes hazel, and if he wasn't mistaken he now had a tan.

"What…?" he muttered, running a hand through his hair. The red stayed put.

Jack spun around to face Ceres. "So you don't have any idea what's going on?"

"No," she sniffed. "All I know that I was fine one minute and then the next I looked like this," she gestured towards herself in disgust, "and was spreading ice with every step!"

Jack forced down the indignation that rose with her comment and tried to stay focused on the problem at hand. Besides, as he realised when he glanced at the pavement that was quickly freezing over, she hadn't been kidding. "Right, then," he said. "If you've somehow got my powers, and I've got Lleu's, then it's fair to assume that they're both in a similar state. Maybe one of them knows what's going on."

Ceres crossed her arms and scowled but didn't dispute the suggestion. "It's the off-season, so May will be back at her cottage. As for the idiot, your guess is as good as mine."

"Well, then," Jack shrugged, "looks like we're going to England."

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England, like the rest of the Northern Hemisphere, was experiencing summer. Normally this would have made it very difficult for Jack to fly through. Now, however, it was no less uncomfortable than when he normally flew through winter; which is to say, not at all. Ceres, however, looked like she was feeling the heat. But she was far too stubborn to ever admit to such a thing. Jack just hoped if it got too much she'd have the common sense to go elsewhere.

He and Ceres had been to May's cottage enough times in the past to be able to locate it easily, and it was sooner rather than later that the two of them arrived (with Ceres arriving first and Jack a few minutes behind so as not to cause a thunderstorm). That being said, however, Jack wasn't entirely sure they'd come to the right place; where May's cottage usually was, all they could see was a tangle of overgrown vines, vegetables larger than vegetables had any right to be, an overflow of autumn flowers, and, like icing on the cake, all of the nearby trees had kindly dropped some of their now orange and red leaves on top.

Jack and Ceres paused on the edge of the tangled mess, trying to find a path through to the cottage. But if there was one, it was so buried it was invisible.

"So, uh, I think it's safe to say that May got your powers," Jack commented lightly.

Ceres wore an expression that was caught somewhere between horror and vast amusement. "Your powers of deduction are impeccable," she said sarcastically.

Jack rolled his eyes and returned his focus on trying to find a way through. After a moment's consideration, he took to the air again and hovered over the overgrown mess. From above, he could just make out the roof of the cottage, and moved to perch on the edge of it.

"May?" he called down. "You in there?"

No response.

Jack shuffled a little closer to the edge of the roof and tried to peer through what little gaps there were between the thick vines. "May?"

Reaching out with his hand, he tried to move one of the thicker vines out of the way, only for it to burst into flames upon contact. Jack jumped back, startled.

"Crap! Crap!" he flailed. He'd never accidentally started a fire before. How was he supposed to put it out without– "Ceres!" he yelled.

"What?!" he heard her snap back.

"Can you come over here for a second please?!"

The fire quickly consumed the vine and moved onto a nearby pile of dried leaves. The flames grew.

"What for?!"

He blew on the flames in a futile attempt to put it out, but all it did was make it worse. Moon, May was going to kill him. "Just come, please!" he shouted, not even caring that he sounded desperate. He was desperate.

There was an exasperated sigh from the other side of the 'garden' and then Ceres appeared above it. "What do yo–?" she cut herself off as she took in the disaster Jack had accidentally created. "You're kidding."

"Just put it out!"

"How am I supposed to put it out?!"

Jack resisted the urge to scream. "Use the ice!"

"How is ice going to help with this? I don't even know how to control these stupid powers of yours!"

Meanwhile, the fire had found the pumpkins and was greedily eating away at those, too. Well, if nothing else, they'd have a nice roast vegetable lunch.

Think! Think! Jack mentally urged himself. How did he normally use his powers? He could ice over the ground with just his feet, and he could create frosted windows and things with his hands, but most of his work he did with his staff, needing to use it to channel all that raw power…

"The staff!" he said before he could change his mind. "Use it as a conduit and freeze the garden!"

Ceres hesitated for a second before hoisting up the staff. Looking like she has absolutely no idea what she was doing, she then pointed the hooked end towards the ever-growing fire. Ice sprung to life and settled on the surrounding vegetation, only to turn to steam a second later. But Ceres pressed on, and slowly the fire started to die down as its fuel cooled, until all that was left was a charcoaled and damp pile of ash and plants.

Jack heaved a huge sigh of relief and swatted at the worst of it, creating a hole into the garden below. Knowing that now he had Lleu's powers he wouldn't have to worry about any residual heat, he didn't even hesitate to drop down into the mess, leaving Ceres still hovering above.

It was just as tangled inside as it was from the outside, he soon discovered. He could barely walk without some plant or other scraping against him. He kept his hands secured safely in his hoodie's pocket, however; it wasn't worth risking starting another fire, especially down in the heart of it.

"May?!" he called again, pushing through the undergrowth with his shoulder in an attempt to reach the cottage's porch. "May? Are you down here?"

"Jack?" a quiet voice called from behind him.

Jack paused, turning to look back over his shoulder. "May?"

"I'm over here!"

Jack wasted no time in retracing his steps and then setting off in the opposite direction to the one he'd initially chosen. He called out repeatedly, following the sounds of May's muffled voice through the endless vines, branches, and undergrowth. He could almost see the beautiful flowers that had been there before, but only as flashes of colour smothered by everything else.

Eventually, he reached a point so thickly overgrown that he could go no further. "You here, May?" he tried again.

"Yes," she replied, her voice louder than it had been before.

He tried to spot her amidst the mess but there was no sign of her. "Where are you?"

"I'm stuck. The grapes got me."

Sure enough, there was a thick entangling of grape vines directly in front of him. If he looked really closely, Jack thought he could see the white of May's dress. "Okay, hang on," he said, pulling his sleeves down over his hands and tugging at the grape vines. "I'll get you out of there."

But the vines were stubborn and resolutely refused to budge.

May heaved a resigned sigh. "It's no use. If I could just figure out what's happened I might be able to make them move but… well, that didn't work out so well last time."

"Ceres and I are as lost as you are," Jack confessed. "But it looks like we've switched powers or something. From the looks of things you got Ceres'. Ceres got mine, and I got Lleu's, so I guess that means that Lleu got yours."

"Wait a minute… Jack, grapes are a summer and autumn growing fruit!"

"Okay, so?"

"So you should be able to control them if you've got Lleu's powers."

Jack deadpanned, regardless of whether or not she could actually see his expression. "May, the last time I used Lleu's powers I set your garden on fire."

"You did what?!"

"Relax! It was only this overgrown stuff. Ceres put it out before it got too out of hand!" He shook his head. "My point is, if I try and control these grapes or whatever, I might just start another fire. And I'm not going to be able to put it out if I do."

"Well, maybe it's worth the risk," she countered, though she didn't sound too sure about it. "I'd rather have to regrow my garden than be stuck here until the plants die."

"Okay," Jack relented uneasily, and he tugged his sleeves back down around his wrists. "I've never controlled a plant before, though."

"I'll talk you through it," May said. Her voice sounded stronger, more sure.

It was worth a shot, he supposed. And if this all went to hell then he was resolutely going to blame her. He followed her directions, finding that small part of himself that was connected to the grape vine and manipulating it the same way he had done time and again with snowstorms and the like. It was hard – unlike a storm, the plant was a living thing, and he couldn't simply shepherd it like he did with weather patterns – but eventually Jack found what he was looking for. He heard May instructing him on how to coax the vines to listen to him (apparently, like the wind, you couldn't just order plants around), and did his best to follow.

When he dared to open his eyes again, it was to find that he had succeeded… sort of. The vines were still tightly tangled, but a small gap had appeared, just wide enough for someone small to squeeze through. He could see May now. Vines had secured themselves around her left arm and both legs, but there was only relief on her face. Much like himself and Ceres, her appearance had changed a bit. Her hair was darker than its usual honey colour, and her eyes were brown instead of green.

"Hi," Jack grinned at her. He stepped into the small opening and tugged on the vines around her arm until they were loose enough for her to slip free.

"Hi," she smiled back. As soon as her hand was free she started working on her trapped legs. It only took her about a minute before she slipped free of the last of the vines.

The walk back to the charred hole Jack had jumped down was easier now that he had made a path, and it wasn't long before they were back in the open air. May took a deep breath and stretched.

Ceres, having gotten impatient, had taken a seat on the edge of the roof and crossed her arms. Even despite still having Jack's staff, she seemed no better at controlling her borrowed powers, and by now most of the thatching had frosted over.

"It's about time!" she huffed, getting to her feet.

"Sorry," Jack replied, not at all apologetic, "May was a little tied up."

"So I take it you don't have a clue how we got like this, either," Ceres said to May.

May shook her head, looking down nervously at what had once been an immaculate garden. "I didn't even realise anything was wrong until I started trying to grow flowers but got a jungle instead."

"So I guess that just leaves one suspect," Jack began.

Ceres put her hands on her hips. "Anyone know how to find the idiot?"

"It's the middle of summer; he could be anywhere," May ran a tired hand down her face.

Jack's brow furrowed in thought. Normally it would have been next to impossible to find Lleu in the middle of the season without him announcing his presence somewhere. But this wasn't exactly a normal situation. Warm wind kept him in the air; wind that usually accompanied Lleu wherever he went. Surely, then, whatever had happened to the lot of them, the wind would at least know where Lleu had been last they'd been together.

"I think I have an idea," he said. "Wind? Can you take us to where you were last with Lleu?" The wind surged excitably, and Jack suddenly found himself being tugged along. He glanced back at the girls and shrugged. "It's worth a shot."

May nodded and Ceres grumbled, and then they were soaring above land and sea.

It felt like it took hours, but finally the wind started to slow down somewhere above the Arabian Desert. Jack shared a look with the other two. He never would have expected Lleu to hang around a desert – there wasn't anything to do, by Lleu's definition of entertainment anyway. But there they were – Jack comfortable with the temperature for the first time in his life, May looking a little warm, and Ceres practically melting – in the middle of nowhere. Jack would have questioned whether or not they were even in the right place if not for May's sudden cry of,

"Down there!"

Jack looked to where she was pointing, easily spotting the vibrant circle of colour amidst all the sand. None of them seemed to know what to make of it, and in unanimous agreement they sank down for a closer look.

His first thought was that this must be one of those desert mirages he'd heard about, because there just didn't seem to be any other explanation for what he was seeing. This singular patch of desert had been completely transformed. There were flowers everywhere; all different types and colours. It was an oasis without the oasis. Lying right in the middle of the flower garden was the spirit they were looking for, and Lleu eagerly sat up when he noticed them. There was an extravagant flower crown adorning his now much lighter hair.

"Hey, guys!" he beamed. "Wow, you look great!"

"What the hell are you doing?" Ceres demanded.

Lleu looked down at himself and the flowers. "Um, sitting down?"

May pursed her lips. "These flowers don't belong here," she said. "They won't survive."

"Ah, it was just for the experience," Lleu waved flippantly. "How many people can say they created a flower haven in the middle of the desert?"

"Why would you want to?" Jack frowned. As soon as he asked he knew it was a stupid question. Why did Lleu do anything? Scientists probably wouldn't even be able to find the answer.

Lleu looked at him like he had a few screws loose. "Lleu, flower princess of the desert!" he proclaimed, gesturing widely like he was imagining some Broadway or newspaper headline. "How could I pass up the opportunity?"

"Wait, so you know what's going on?!" Ceres accused.

"Uh, yeah?" Lleu raised a brow. "I'm the one who did it. Well, relatively speaking, anyway. I didn't actually cast the magic that did it but–"

His rambling was cut off as Ceres suddenly grabbed him by the collar and hauled him upwards. "What did you do?!"

Wordlessly and blank faced, Lleu reached into one of the pockets of his board-shorts and pulled out a golden lamp.

Ceres stared at it, as did May and Jack. All Jack could think of was that it looked freakishly like the lamp from that one Disney movie about the princess with the tiger.

"I wished it," Lleu said.

Ceres dropped him, though Jack suspected it was more out of blatant shock than anything else. "You wished it," she repeated.

"Yes." To prove his point, he rubbed the side of the lamp with the palm of his hand. Much like in that one Disney movie, a thick cloud of purple smoke drifted up through the lamp's spout and slowly coalesced into a looming figure, whose lower body was just a trail of vapour connected to the spout it had come from.

The genie, because really what else could it have been, loomed over the lot of them with dark, serious eyes. "What is thy bidding, master?" it asked, sounding resentful.

"No bidding right now; I just wanted to show these guys," Lleu grinned.

The genie glared at him.

"Where did you find a magic lamp?" May asked exasperatedly.

"It was just buried in the sand! I can't believe someone would just leave it there."

"So let me see if I've got this straight," Jack held up a hand to pause any further conversation. "You found a magic lamp, and then wished for us all to… what? Switch powers?"

"Yeah, that's about right."

"Why?" Jack, May, and Ceres all asked simultaneously.

"Uh, because it's much easier to be a flower princess with May's powers?" Lleu said, as if it should have been obvious.

"So why didn't you just wish to be a flower princess?" May crossed her arms. She looked almost as mad as Ceres.

"Because this way you guys got to join in on the fun!"

Jack stared at him. Somehow, a brief freak out and then the subsequent destruction of May's garden didn't quite meet his standards of fun.

"Change us back right now!" Ceres demanded. Her hair, damp with sweat, clung to her face. All the ice on her dress had long since melted, too. She looked like she was ready to faint.

"But flower princess!"

"Now!"

Lleu groaned and flopped back into his flower bed. "Fiiiiiine," he sighed. "Magic genie, I wish to undo my first wish."

The genie rolled its eyes and snapped its fingers. Immediately Jack felt a satisfying chill course through him, and a surge of dizziness had him closing his eyes. When it passed, he opened them again to find, much to his relief, the other three looking the way they were supposed to. Ceres tossed his staff to him, and he happily snatched it out of the air.

"And for your last wish?" the genie prompted.

Lleu stared at the sky. "Hmm, I might save it. Never know when it might come in handy."

The genie appeared dissatisfied, but nonetheless retreated back inside the lamp.

"Are we done here?" Ceres snapped. "Because I have things to do."

"Yeah, I think we're done," Jack agreed. At least he hoped so; he was starting to feel a little hot.

"Good." Without another word, she took off and was gone.

"Do you want some help fixing your garden?" Jack turned to May.

She smiled at him. "Thank you, but I think you'd best get back to winter, don't you? Besides, it's his fault," she glared down at Lleu, "so I'm going to make him fix it."

"Wait what happened to your garden?" Lleu frowned.

Jack shook his head. Deciding to leave them to it, he called on his wind – the cold one that had been with him for as long as he had been Jack Frost (and wasn't it a relief to be reunited) – and hovered a foot off the ground. "Next time you want to switch powers," he began, gaining Lleu's attention, "don't."

"Aw, you guys are no fun," he pouted.

Jack simply rolled his eyes. "Good luck, May!" he said in farewell, and then he too was heading back towards the southern hemisphere. He dreaded to think what damage Lleu could cause with his final wish. Hopefully he'd never have to know.

Guest Review Responses:

SilverRosewood: (Ch.4:) Haha yeah that sounds like something she'd do XD Like confetti or glitter haha (Ch.5:) Yeah I was a little worried about introducing other characters with the same names, but folklore is folklore ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (Ch.6:) Thank you! ^w^ (Ch.7:) You shall see, you shall see (or by this point, you have seen XD) Thanks for the reviews!

JFunderburker: Naw thank you X3 I had a lot of trouble writing it, actually. You have HeavensLuminousArc to thank for him keeping his memories. I haven't seen much of ATLA, but you're probably right XD

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incognito: Haha I'm glad you liked it! XD Naw bless 3

Guest: I know right?! I was mindblown when I found out

heigoalwbfxyia: Hey thanks for the info! I looked it up (I think I'd seen it before but the reminder was good). rufftoon has such a beautiful art style