A/N : Thanks to everyone who reviewed, faved and followed this story!

Frozenjaquelinefrost : Ohh, that sounds funny indeed, I'll see what I can do. :)


No sign of the elves anywhere. This was unusual. The kitchen was rarely empty, there were always at least a few of the pointy hatted troublemakers cooking and baking or a yeti or North himself looking for a snack. Maybe they were busy elsewhere.

With what Jack didn't care. And didn't feel like complaining as he stuck his head through the crack in the door to check his surroundings. So he had the kitchen for himself for the time being. After entering he headed straight for the huge fridge and examined its contents. It was filled to the brink with eggnog, milk of different flavours such as chocolate, strawberry and vanilla, ingredients for baking and loads of cheese, vegetables and much more. It all looked promising but wasn't what he was looking for.

He was thirsty. Really really thirsty. But after several mugs of cold chocolate, fruit cake and a plate of cookies even the Guardian of Fun himself longed for a drink which wasn't sugary sweet. He was fed up with eggnog as well and water was too boring. Groaning impatiently he closed the fridge again and started sorting through each and every cupboard. And the gigantic kitchen had a whole lot of them. There had to be something suiting his taste, even though he wasn't sure yet which kind of drink he was looking for.

Suddenly something caught his interest. A few of the cupboards had locks attached to them, refusing to be opened without a fitting key. Why would anyone lock a cupboard? Well, only one way to find out. With a swirl of his hand Jack inserted a small amount of moldable ice into the hole, causing it to adapt the shape and turn into a makeshift key before freezing it solid. Thanks to his magic he could twist the ice key without breaking it, as normal ice would have done, and successfully managed to unlock the mysterious cabinet.

What he discovered was a bunch of bottles with fluids of different colours. That's it? Juices? Why were they locked away? That didn't make any sense. The frost teen grabbed one of the bottles and looked at the small imprint that showed a picture of an orange. Hhm, worth a try. Jack pulled the cork out and took a swig. It tasted...weird. Fruity, sour, sweet and something he couldn't quite pinpoint. It made his throat burn as the liquid ran down. And yet it was strangely addicting and with each swig he liked it more. But there were so many other bottles left, he had to try those as well! This time it was black cassis. After he had tasted it he noticed how he felt increasingly light-headed and funny. Whatever this was, he enjoyed it.

Soon later he had also tasted the rest of the 'juices', including sour cherry, strawberry and blood orange. Now he didn't feel thirsty anymore but as if someone had switched on the insanity-button in his brain. It was a miracle that he managed to put the ( more or less ) half full bottles back into the cupboard without breaking them while giggling like a fool.

He couldn't stand still, he had to do something. Something fun! Maybe causing a blizzard...Oh yeah, that's it! Germany was due for some snowfall! He would turn the whole country white in record time! With a thrill of anticipation he threw himself towards the window...and slammed against the glass, causing him to fall backwards and land on the floor with a thud.

"Ouch, you mean window, you...!" he muttered giddily as he stared daggers at it.

Yeah, maybe he should have opened it in the first place. But it still was a mean window. Back on wobbly legs Jack unlocked it and finally felt the cool breeze engulfing him. With an excited and somewhat hysterical laugh he jumped into the embrace of the wind and let himself be carried away from the North Pole.


Holy Moon, did he feel dizzy. But it was a good dizzy. Everything around him looked like he was looking through foggy glass but still so bright and colourful. He felt lighter than usual and even if he had lost orientation quite some time ago he was sure that he was flying in the right direction. While giggling like a maniac and dipsy-doodling across the ocean Jack had forgotten to tell the wind where exactly he wanted to go, so it didn't have any other choice than watching its master flying around as if he had lost his mind.

"Gheeeeezes, where is that freaking Germany, it should be here somewhere..." the confused winter spirit muttered to himself.

He tried to adjust his eyes to the scenery below him but it was all so blurry. What he could detect was that there wasn't a sign of a town, just rocks, mountains and scarce vegetation. Finally he made out some buildings in the distance, the amount of them increasing the closer he got and soon he was hovering over a huge city. Sapphire eyes blinked to get a better view but his vision became clouded more and more. The buildings under him looked weird. Not like he remembered houses in Germany to look like. Maybe he just hadn't come across this part of the country yet? Ah, whatever, this had to be it. His pale fingers already itched to spread snowfall and no way in hell would he further delay his plan to bless this land with his winter magic.


North took one last scrutinizing look at the toy car prototype he had just finished carving out of a block of ice. After he decided he was happy with the result he gently put it on the wooden floor for the test run. He watched the little car driving around just fine and a content smile appeared on his face. Just when it approached the door and proceeded to take a left turn said door was swung open by an elf who came running into the office. The upset noises coming from the small creature were cut short and changed into a startled scream when it stepped right on the car and slid towards North's desk. The Russian Santa clenched his eyes shut at the all too familiar sound of shattering ice and leaned back in his chair with a loud groan. More elves stepped in, though they were much more composed than the first one, while obviously looking distressed nonetheless. They glanced at their comrade who brushed the remains of broken ice off of himself and shakily got back to his feet.

"I hope it's important." North spoke with clear annoyance in his voice.

All he got as response were all of the elves babbling incoherently and pointing out the door in a wild mess of tiny hands. With a deep sigh the Guardian of Wonder stood up and followed the upset bunch who immediately started running and headed for the kitchen.

"What is it?" North asked as he entered it and looked around for the source of all the commotion.

Once again his little helpers ( or rather troublemakers with residence permit ) stretched out their small arms and pointed at one of the cupboards. It was open, no big deal, so why did they- wait a second.

"Why is fruit-liquor storage unlocked? How did you do that!?" the Cossack shouted.

After all, there had been a good reason why he had locked it. Pointy hats swung forth and back, the ringing of bells filling the room when half a dozend elves tried to convince their master that they weren't responsible for this. North walked closer towards the cupboard, immediately noticing that a fair amount of the liquor was missing. Several half-empty bottles were a clear indication of that.

"What the-" he started as his eyes suddenly landed on the makeshift ice key in the lock.

"Jack! Has anyone of you seen him today?"

A few shook their heads immediately, others pondered for a little longer while one couldn't make up his mind and continued to change between nodding and shaking his head as well.

"You are not big help." the Russian guardian stated and rubbed his temples.

A drunk Jack Frost. They were all doomed.


This...was his masterpiece. He couldn't remember ever having covered a country with a thick layer of snow in such short time. Blizzards ravaged over the towns and snow kept falling in incredible amounts from countless big fluffy clouds in the sky. Wherever he looked, it was all white. Children would love it. The adults, probably not so much, they complained about everything, but he couldn't care less.

Still, he felt restless, hyper, with too much energy inside him which forced to get out. He had to keep moving, even though he couldn't fly straight anymore. The random laughter escaping from his mouth was like a reflex by now, the frost teen could neither control it nor even took notice of it. It felt like he was standing next to himself and watching. Adrenaline rushed through his veins and he longed for more. After flying as high as he could he let himself fall down and screamed in utter joy as he zoomed downwards at record speed, only jumping back into the wind's embrace mere feet before he could crash against the unforgiving ground. Jack whooped in triumph as he dashed through the sky again and made one looping after the other.

And then it happened. From one second to the other his whole world changed from "insane happiness" to "near death experience". His stomach protested, his eyes continued to see everything like through a diffuser, the good mood decreased as quickly as the dizziness increased and he felt like he was going to-

"Oh crap!" Jack blurted out and urged the wind to transport him back to the ground.

His feet had barely touched the snow-covered soil and he already bent down and emptied his stomach. Damnit, he shouldn't have eaten that fruit-cake...and the cookies...and the tuna-tomato-cheese-sandwich now turned out to be a bad choice as well. Ugh, why was this happening, he had felt awesome just a moment ago! And now he felt like he was dying all over again. At least no one could see him, what a pathetic and degrading sight he must have been right now. Sometimes it was good to be invisible.


North failed at keeping his concentration focused on his work. Several blocks of ice rested on his desk and on the floor, untouched and waiting to be carved into delicate prototypes of future toys. They were waiting in vain. Deep in thought, the Guardian of Wonder gazed at the snowy scenery through the window. He had ordered some of the yetis, who weren't too busy, to look for Jack in the workshop while he had checked the teen's room. So far there wasn't any sign of the winter spirit. Of course it wasn't out of the ordinary that he was roaming the world instead of being stuck at the Pole but in his current condition, and North already assumed the worst, it wasn't exactly a soothing perception. Where was he? And more importantly, how was he and what was he doing? North just hoped the boy was alright and not causing too much trouble...


That's it, he would never ever for the rest of his immortal life drink any kind of juice again. What the hell had been in that stuff!? After getting sick he had spent the next two hours trying to get back on his feet. But whenever he attempted to even sit up the dizziness hit him like a hammer on his head and he sank back to the ground, begging Man in Moon to make this stop. As usual, his pleas were ignored. He just lay there, wailing in misery and cursing everything and everyone. At least the mystery why that cupboard had been locked was solved now. Those drinks were pure poison. Why the hell had North something like that stored in his kitchen anyway?

Finally Jack managed to stand up, his legs shaking and his vision still refusing to give him a clear view of his surroundings. Pale fingers clutched his staff like a lifeline, fearing he would collapse back to the ground if he let go.

"Wind?"

His voice sounded terribly hoarse and weak and he hoped he wouldn't get nauseous any moment again.

"Take me to the North Pole."

Right after the words were spoken he was picked up, much too forceful for his current liking, and swirled up in the air.

"Ugh, not so fast! Please, a little more gentle, okay?" he protested, even though this meant that the journey to the workshop would take longer than usual.

It didn't matter, he needed to keep his stomach under control and skyrocketing through the sky surely wasn't ensuring that.

After what had seemed like forever Jack let out a relieved sigh as he detected the blurry shape of Santoff Clausen in the distance. Just to make sure he wouldn't slam against the exterior walls he told the wind to reduce the speed even further and so he slowly floated towards the open window of his room. He almost stumbled over his own feet as he landed on the wooden floor, the walls spinning around him as he staggered towards his bed. The magical staff left his grasp and his body dropped on the soft sheets like a wet sack. The position itself was comfortable, but he still felt like he was in the middle of dying. Could the world around him please stop turning and pretending he was stuck in an unpleasant rollercoaster ride? All he wanted was to fall asleep and only wake up when he was back to normal.


"He did what!?" North shouted outraged and stared at the Tooth Fairy and the Sandman who had rushed into the workshop moments ago.

"Jack caused a winter storm in Jerusalem and pretty much all of the Middle East. My fairies alerted me of it." Tooth explained and ran her fingers through the plumage on her head.

"Why would he do this, I mean sure, it's december but snow in that part of the world is very uncommon. Especially when it comes in the form of several blizzards!"

Sandy shared her concern, he had noticed the sudden change in weather when he was spreading his dreamsand over Western Asia and immediately hurried to Santoff Clausen in hope of finding an answer there.

"I fear Jack isn't in his right mind." North eventually admitted.

The two other guardians raised their eyebrows at that statement. A question mark made of dreamsand appeared over Sandy's head.

"What do you mean?" Tooth inquired with concern.

"Well..." the Cossack started reluctantly and rubbed his neck awkwardly. "He might have discovered the liquor storage."

"WHAT!?"

Both males covered their ears with their hands at the fairy's hysteric screech. As small as she was, she could cause glass to break with her voice if she was upset. And right now she was very upset.

"How could this happen, you should have made sure he didn't have access to it and I don't even understand why Jack would get drunk, that's so not him, something must have triggered it and who knows how he reacts to alcohol and-"

"Tooth! Calm down!" North interrupted her.

Sandy laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder, or rather tried to do so because she kept fluttering through the room frantically. Finally the hummingbird-hybrid stopped in her tracks and stared at the old man, her expression showing something between worry and annoyance.

"I can't, Jack is still out there doing who knows what! And you still didn't explain how he could get his hands on those alcoholic drinks! You should have hidden them better or locked them away."

"I did! I placed them in one of the top cupboards and locked it so elves wouldn't reach them again." North justified himself.

"Again?"

"Yeah, well, they confused fruit liquor with juice once and...I don't want to talk about it, let's just say it didn't end well."

Judging from the Russian's expression they assumed they really didn't want to know.

"However, key made of ice was stuck in the lock so that's how Jack managed to open it."

For a moment Sandy almost smiled because he was impressed with the winter spirit's creativity. Tooth frowned and let out a deep sigh as she stared through the window.

"We have to do something..."

"Yeah, but what?"

Suddenly a thought popped up in the sandman's mind. Floating between his comrades he waved his hands to get their attention and formed a golden globe over his head. He pointed at each of them and added three small glowing lights where the North Pole was supposed to be, then the image of an egg followed by one more light on the continent of Australia, cleary indicating that this showed where the four original guardians were currently at. A snowflake with a question mark flew around the dreamsand planet and just as North wanted to ask what this was about, because they all were aware of the fact that Jack's whereabouts were unknown, the shapes changed into a smaller version, about the size of a snowglobe. Now it dawned on him.

"You're right! We still have that globe which shows guardians' locations! How could I have forgotten about it!" the Russian Santa cursed himself and stomped out of his office to get the globe.

Not having the patience for waiting Tooth and Sandy hurried after him and soon later they all stared at the little sphere and couldn't believe their eyes. The blue light representing the frost teen was right among them.

"That means Jack is here?" Tooth stated the obvious.

"It does. Let's check his room first."


This surely wasn't what they had expected. There on his bed lay Jack, flat on his stomach with his face hidden in the depths of a big cushion. Muffled groans, quiet yet miserable, reached their ears. It sounded like a dying puppy.

"Jack!" Tooth was the first to address the resting winter spirit.

In slow motion he raised his head and looked at them wearily. He was even paler than usual, and they wondered how this was even possible, just like his white hair being messier and his eyes dull with black rings under them. To sum it up, the Guardian of Fun looked terrible.

"If you love me, please kill me." he grunted hoarsely.

"Oh, Sweet Tooth, don't talk like that, you gave us quite a fright, we were worried and oh my gosh, what did you do to yourself!?" the hummingbird fairy's voice raised an octave which resulted in the white-haired teen wincing in pain and putting his hands around his head.

"Ugh, not so loud!"

"Jack, are you alright?"

He gave her a glare, as if his current condition wasn't indication enough that nothing was alright.

"I feel like crap."

"Serves you right for drinking so much liquor." North declared and crossed his arms.

"I-what? I didn't drink any liquor, just that weird fruit jui-...oh..."

"Yeah, oh."

"Didn't you notice it was alchohol? It tastes so different from normal fruit juice." Tooth asked.

"It tasted a little funny but I didn't know it was booze. I've never drunk stuff like that...well, just that one time when North gave me a bitter."

Purple eyes landed on the Cossack and threatened to burn a hole through him.

"You gave him alcohol!?"

North raised his hands in defense and turned to Sandy for help, but the little golden man only gave him a reproachful look as well.

"Jack had stomach ache because of too many cookies and bitter helped. He instantly fell asleep and when he woke up he felt much better. Actually I'm suprised he could drink so much liquor now without passing out."

A pathetic groan coming from the bed directed everyone's attention back to the suffering winter spirit.

"I wish I did."

"Me, too. Then Jerusalem wouldn't be hidden under piles of snow right now." North stated matter-of-factly..

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jack muttered, not bothering to glance in his friends' direction.

"You caused several blizzards over the Middle East."

"No, I didn't! I just gave Germany some snow, and that was long overdue!" the winter spirit's voice increased in volume and he turned his head so he could better glare at the Russian.

"Then you had very severe navigational error. Tooth and Sandy confirmed it. The whole Middle East looks like the Pole now."

"Please tell me you're kidding me." Jack begged and his features dropped from annoyance to blatant despair.

"I'm dead serious."

"Oh...craaaaaaap!"

The young guardian hid his face in the pillow again, this was so embarassing, how could he have lost his way so extremely? Not only had he mixed up different countries but continents! Continents! May Man in Moon have mercy on him.

Muffled sounds emitted from the depths of the pillow but none of them had any clue what the boy was saying. If he was saying anything coherent at all, it sounded more like he was cursing nonsense at himself.

"'m swwy."

Tooth went a little closer to his bed, trying to understand him better, but to no avail.

"What did you say?"

"I'm sorry." he repeated after he had lifted his head for a moment.

It immediately sank back down in defeat and misery.

"You better be." North confirmed.

Even though the teen didn't get drunk on purpose he was still peeved at him for breaking the lock of his cupboard and turning one of the hottest places on Earth into a winter wonderland. But the sight of the usual cheery Guardian of Fun lying flat on his bed like dead and groaning in discomfort also made Father Christmas feel sorry for him. And yet, it was a punishment he deserved and North was convinced the boy would stay far away from booze in the future.

"My friends, let's leave Jack alone now. I think he needs to sleep off."

The Tooth Fairy shot a worried look at the limp form of the young immortal and hesitantly nodded in agreement before she dragged herself away from his side. Together with Sandy she exited the room, leaving only North standing in the doorway.

"When you need something, just call the yetis. They can bring you food or a drink. There's still liquor left, if you want it." he smirked mischievously.

If Jack hadn't felt like every muscle in his body had turned into jelly he would have sat up and thrown a pillow at the old Russian. Now his only reaction was a muffled protesting groan while the door was closed and he was left to his own devices.

He would never touch any kind of alcohol again. Never ever again.


A/N : Poor Jack, he had to learn the hard way. Been there as well. Ahem. :P
I chatted with my friend after there had been sudden winter storms in the Middle East at the end of last year, while Germany was lacking any snow ( it still is *insert grumpy face here* ) and we came to the conclusion Jack had to be drunk. I could have used the extreme recent coldness and snow chaos in the USA as well, but wintery Jerusalem was funnier, in my opinion. That seemed more like an accidental mishap rather than trying to turn a whole country into a new Ice Age.