AN: Wow, this update is late. Very sorry about that. I hope you guys remember what happened cuz I had to re-read the last chapter. I recently finished Hans' Backstory and it might be related to this story a bit.

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"Are there any more stories?" Olaf asked as he danced in the snow.

"Well," Anna said, walking beside him, "I think there are a few more stories I can tell you."

"Wonderful! What are they about?"

"One's about what happens to the teeth kids lose," Anna explained. "Another is about finding hope and eggs. There's one about dreams. . . ."

"Eggs!" Olaf sang. "Eggs!"

"And," Anna mumbled to herself, "I don't know why, but I think . . . there is one more. . . ."


Jack waved his staff around, swirling snow in the wind. The snow instantly fell to the ground as soon as it lifted up to the movement of Jack's staff. Jack sighed and put down his staff. He was sitting on the windowsill, the window open and letting in bitter air. Tooth fluttered over to his side.

"Jack," she said, eyes looking downward, "are you okay?"

"How can I be okay?" Jack tapped the window glass with a knuckle. Small frost appeared and fluttered away in the wind. "The very reason I'm liked is being taken away."

"Oh, Jack," Tooth sighed pitifully, "we don't like you for your power."

"What about Jamie and the others?"

"They care about you." Tooth gently placed a hand on Jack's shoulder. "We all do. It's not your powers that we like." Jack's eyes traveled to meet Tooth's. "It's the truth."

"Whether or not it's the truth, we really don't know how to fix this," Jack said. "Your powers are important. North's, Sandman's and Bunny's. You need your powers for the kids. I-"

"You need yours, too," North interrupted. "It's not just us."

"But," Jack yelled, jumping up, "it's almost Christmas Eve! How do you think all those kids will feel if they end up looking at a Christmas tree without presents?"

"I understand that," North said. "That's why we need to fix this problem calmly."

"He's right," Tooth agreed. "And we need you to fix this problem with us. There's always a solution." Tooth and North left Jack, hoping he would feel better.

Jack looked away. That means someone has to find it. A sudden burst of courage blasted in his chest. Jack dashed out the window. He still had a little of his power left. Jumping around and floating wasn't too ungraceful. He knew he could find the answer.


He floated sometimes. Jumped around other times. Maybe he even ran. He hopped onto trees and looked around. He was not even sure what he was looking for. A light? A strange man? He continued hopping onto trees. The more he continued, the taller the trees grew. Soon, it was almost impossible to see the ground.

A cold breeze blew towards Jack's direction. Jack tensed, something was happening. He stopped on the top of a tree and looked down. Everything was gray, darkness and the color of white snow mixing together. The breeze was now much stronger, and was causing the trees to sway around dangerously. Jack looked up. It was not snowing. In fact, it did not seem like there was snow on the ground at all, though it was difficult to see. The clouds were grey and large. Instead of snow, it looked like rain would be falling. Jack could feel it. This wasn't a snowstorm, it was a thunderstorm.

Thunder crashed and boomed far off in the direction Jack was heading. He debated continuing onward or staying... which he did not have much time to do so. The wind was steadily becoming so strong that it actually stretched the tree so far and have it's trunk split. Jack fell without warning and gasped.

He landed on the hard ground and looked around. As he predicted, there was no snow at all.

"Is someone there?" a disembodied voice asked.

Jack flinched. Did someone hear him fall? That couldn't be possible. If they heard him that meant they must believe in him. The voice sounded mature. . . . Most believers were young. Even then, not many people believed in Jack yet!

A light from a distance neared him and so did the voice. "Is someone there?" the voice repeated. A man wearing a gray suit appeared. He held a lantern near his head and the glow showed his red hair. "What are you doing here?" he asked, looking at Jack.

Jack did not dare to say anything.

"You can hear me, right?"

Jack nodded.

"Are you hurt?"

"No," Jack finally answered the man.

"What is it?" another man called out.

"It's a boy," the man answered as another appeared.

This man was almost an exact replicate of the other. He couldn't be much older than him.

"What do we do with him?" the first asked.

"We might as well bring him back," the second man said.

The man holding the lantern approached Jack. He set the lantern on the dirt and knelt down. "Who are you?" he asked.

"Um," Jack sputtered, nervous, "Jack."

The other man did not smile. Jack observed the man's face. It was stiff, but not stone-hard. His gaze was fiery, but dull with some kind of past. The man did not offer Jack a hand. He only said: "I'm Hans," and stood up.

Well, I guess Jack has met someone he might regret knowing. For now, you will have to bear with the fact that Jack is staying with the Frozen antagonist. Please review your opinions and I hope you enjoyed the read! :)