Author's Note: Hey, it's not over yet! You guys know how much I love epilogues. Besides, I can't just leave Frozone and Jack in the middle of the arctic!

With the last of her energy, Elsa pulled back enough to hug Jack for one last time.

"See you later," she gasped.

A blast of air tore them apart; Jack only just managed to grab onto her arm.

"No, don't go!" he pleaded suddenly.

"I can't stop it, Jack! I can't."

"Don't do this to me." Panic began to well up inside him.

"I don't want to go!"

"But no one else understands." He was on the verge of tears now. The only other person who had come close to understanding had been Pitch.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"What am I going to do?" he asked desperately.

"Keep asking the Moon," Elsa said.

Yeah, like that'll help. Like he'll answer me.

Her hand slid further up his arm until only their hands clasped.

"Don't let go," Jack pleaded.

"I can't hold on," she gasped. "It hurts!"

Jack could see the agony clearly written across her face. And she wasn't the only one in pain. He felt like he would be stretched until he tore apart.

"Elsa, you have to let go," Frozone said. "That's the only way you'll be able to move forward with your life."

"Shut up!" Jack yelled down to him angrily. He didn't want Frozone interfering. He didn't care about the consequences. At the moment, he just needed Elsa to stay.

But Elsa nodded tearfully. "But he's right."

"No, don't…"

"You're my best friend, Jack Frost. Remember that."

"Don't you dare!" His eyes were wide. It was as if she were hanging off a cliff, about to fall to her death. "Elsa, don't you dare let go!"

Elsa screamed as the winds ripped them apart. Slowly, despite Jack's best efforts, their hands slipped apart. At tremendous speeds, Elsa and Peri were sucked into the vortex. As a last resort, Jack attempted to fly after them, but it was like trying to get through a brick wall.

"LET ME THROUGH!" he screamed, shoving against the invisible barrier.

But it was no use. The swirling winds gradually died down, and Jack floated in the air, staring at nothing. Nothing was there, and nothing could be heard, just the wind howling across the frozen plains, trying in vain to comfort him. He stayed suspended for so long that eventually he became aware of his ragged breathing, his heart pumping, and the blood rushing in his ears. In shock, Jack had no idea how long he stayed there, unmoving and unfeeling.

Finally, something inside him snapped. Swallowing back tears, he turned to the Moon in a rage.

"THREE HUNDRED YEARS!" he exploded. "Three hundred years of nobody seeing me, nobody believing in me, nobody talking to me, nobody even liking me! Not a word from you or any of the other spirits or Guardians being helpful! Three HUNDRED years with no friends! You keep me alive in my tormented half-life. I'm not allowed to die and do you know how many times I've wanted that? Then you share my purpose through somebody else, I get a few believers, a few friends, that's true. But that's not enough to heal three hundred years worth of pain and loneliness. And then YOU bring Elsa into my life and for the first time someone understands what it's like to be ME. I was starting to think that this was your way of trying to make it up to me, but then you pull her away less than a week later! THAT. DOES. NOT. HELP. Did I do something to hurt you in my former life? Why are you so against me? WHY DO YOU HATE ME?" Hot tears slid down his face—which was unusual because they normally froze and shattered on the ground—but the Moon received it all in stony silence, completely unmoved. "I am so sick and tired of you and your games and riddles and silence. I am fed up with you! You are lucky that I've already been sworn in as a Guardian and that I love these kids so much because otherwise I WOULD QUIT!"

The rage, pain, hatred, and anger blazed through him so strongly that he lost track of time and everything else. Dimly, Jack was aware that he was clutching and clawing at the snow and ice, and that firm hands had grasped his shoulders and was pulling him away. When he next regained consciousness, he was lying on a couch in North's office, covered in a literal sheet of ice.

"Hey, North," Frozone said lightly. "He's out of the spirit fever!"

"I told you, spirits don't get sick," North insisted, but he looked relieved.

"How you feeling?" Frozone asked.

Jack tried to sit up, but he was still weak from the outburst. "Not entirely sure…spirit fever?"

"Well, North here claims you lot don't get sick, but you worked yourself into a state that highly resembled a human fever. You were burning up, man."

"Maybe I have secret heat powers," Jack joked weakly. "Given my track record of him not telling me things…"

He sank back onto the pillows, defeated once again. North looked at him sympathetically.

"We don't know much about the Man in the Moon, Jack," he said gently. "He works in mysterious ways. Some say that he can even see into the future. Sometimes, we may not understand why he orchestrates a certain event. We may never learn why. Sometimes we only find out decades or even centuries later. But it always works out for the best, even if we don't see it at the time."

Jack didn't answer.

"Elsa may have been the only person to understand you," Frozone said, trying to offer some more practical, clear advice. "But you still have a lot of friends here who want to help you. If you get sick of everyone here, you're more than welcome to crash our place. Honey would love to meet you."

"I know," Jack said, smiling a little. "I'd like that, actually."

A few days later, when Jack had recovered, he and Frozone went to the Bennett's house to check on Jamie. The boy was sitting on the front porch, reading a book and looking up and down the street eagerly. He caught sight of them and ran to Jack. Evidently being frozen didn't dissuade Jamie from hugging him.

"Jack!"

"Hey, Jamie! Feeling better?"

"Yeah, lots. I don't really remember it very well."

"I'm glad to hear it," Frozone said. "I felt bad about it."

"But it wasn't your fault," Jamie said earnestly. "It was Syndrome! He controlled the shot."

Suddenly a car horn blared; all three of them jumped. A silver vehicle about the size of a train engine and the shape of a weird shrimp came skidding to a stop in front of the Bennett's house. Margo jumped out first, her sisters not far behind.

"Ah, so this is who you were waiting on," Jack said. "I thought it was me."

"Well, I didn't know you were coming," Jamie said. "But mom invited them over for supper."

"She is very interested to know what happened," Gru said, looking directly at Frozone. "From an adult who was captured."

"Ah. I realize now that things might get tricky. Maybe I'll join you for dinner. What did you tell her, Jamie?"

"I told her I didn't really remember any of it."

"Good thinking," Jack said. "She would think something was very wrong if you told her the truth."

"Or she may not believe you," Gru added.

It took Jack a second to process that Gru was adding onto his sentence. And when he did realize it, he stumbled back.

"You can see me?"

"Do people usually not see you?" Edith asked.

"Not adults…except Frozone."

"Well, I used to be a super-villain, so I saw quite a few things in my day," Gru said casually.

"And after our recent experience, we're ready to believe anything," Lucy chirped.

"Most folks have gone into shock and called it hallucinations," Frozone said. "In fact, we had people making sure that happened."

"Well, we aren't most folks, are we?" Gru grinned almost sinisterly.

"You know," Frozone said after studying him for a minute, "we could use people like you in our superhero agency. If you're interested, of course."

"Well, to be honest, the jam and jelly business isn't doing so well," Gru admitted. "I might take you up on that."

They started walking up the driveway to the house, but Jack, Jamie, and Margo lagged behind.

"What happened to the girls?" Margo asked.

"They…went home," Jack said. "It's complicated."

"Oh," she said. She decided not to press the issue.

"You can come in for dinner, too," Jamie offered, seeing his wistful glance at the house.

"If everyone could see me, I would," Jack said. "But your mom…even if she could see me, I think she's been through enough lately."

"Oh." He sounded disappointed. "I'm sorry we stole Frozone from you."

"It's fine. I see him a lot now. I've actually spent the last few days at his house. And he couldn't follow me anyway."

"Follow you where?" Jamie asked eagerly. He always liked to hear about Jack's adventures.

"Well, you weren't my only believer that was kidnapped, and I think I'll find a few more if I look close enough. I gotta make sure they're all ok."

"Oh, right."

"Jamie, Margo!" Mrs. Bennett called from the door. "What are you doing standing out there? It's time for supper, come on!"

"Coming!" Jamie called. "I gotta go. See you soon?"

"Definitely," Jack said.

Jamie grinned and ran across the yard, Margo following. "Bye, Jack!" he called over his shoulder.

Jack raised a hand and waved. Once they were safely inside, he closed his eyes.

"Wind, take me to Rio."

The wind immediately obliged and picked him up, carrying him south to Rio de Janeiro, the first stop on his world tour. It was summer and scorching hot, so it was a bit of a surprise for Fernando to see Jack. He smiled but didn't speak, since his adopted parents Linda and Tulio were nearby, working with some of their birds. Jack gave them all an unseasonably cool breeze as he left. He couldn't stay long; he still had to visit Scotland, Transylvania, and numerous locations in the States.

Most of them didn't see him or understand who he was though he did find several new believers among the old ones. It was very refreshing to connect with the new children. Frozone looked up in pleasant surprise when Jack entered the apartment, exhausted but satisfied. It had been three days since they had parted at Jamie's, but he had finally tracked down all of the kids and made sure they were recovering.

"So, you're back then," Frozone said almost carelessly.

"Yeah," Jack said nonchalantly. He flopped down on the couch. "Where's Honey?"

"Late night shopping," Frozone said, yawning. "She'll be home soon. So...all the kids are safe?"

Jack nodded. "They're readjusting."

"Glad you came back. I wasn't sure where you had flown off to."

"Sorry," Jack muttered. "I'll let you know next time."

"You gonna stay?"

"Can I?" he asked eagerly.

Frozone grinned. "As long as you'd like."

Author's Note: well. That's the end. I hope I didn't make it too clunky. Beginnings and endings are always the hardest parts to write. Please, tell me what you think about this and the rest of the book. (By the way, Jack ends up being unofficially adopted by Frozone and Honey.)

Now I know people are going to ask me about writing a sequel. I'm not planning on doing a long series like I did with Companions (although I didn't think I was going to do anything more than Companions United at the time) but I am open to doing a sequel. I'd like to take everyone to Pixie Hollow and to have a reunion, but I need a good plotline first. So it's a possibility, but I have no idea when, if ever, it will come about. But if you follow me, you'll be the first to know!