Not So Eloquent- Glad to see that you're that excited to see a new chapter. ;) And also glad to see that you like it this much.

I woke early to the sound of voices. They were muffled by the snow that had now completely covered me, so I cleared some away to hear what they were saying.

"...Where you saw them?"

"Yes, I couldn't really say the gender and age, but there was someone here who just lay down in the snow. And it was coming down thick!"

I quickly realised that they were talking about me, who else would lie down in snow in the middle of a snow storm? It wouldn't do to get caught now, not when I was this close.

I moved through the deep layer of snow, using my powers to make it looked like nothing was being disturbed on the surface.

It was painstakingly slow to crawl, and all I was doing was wasting time for the sake of not being discovered. Once the voices had faded away I poked my head out the snow and looked around, probably giving myself the appearance of a snow meerkat. I looked over at where the voices had come from and saw a member of the public and a police man digging through the snow.

I clambered out and brushed off any bits of snow still on me. With my back to the concerned people I walked away along the rocky top half of the shoreline, fiddling in my rucksack for something to eat.

I ate as I walked and decided that I might as well continue onwards now that I was awake. I checked the compass that was clipped to my bag, made sure I was facing north, and took off across the sea.

I crossed further bits of land as I skated, some were islands, others were connected to Canada.

Night quickly fell and I kept going, not wanting to stop over the sea. I wasn't sure if I could survive those temperatures if my ice gave out if I slept, heck if I did fall in I'd have little chance of saving myself.

After all, why learn to swim when you can freeze water when you touch it?

Okay, I probably wouldn't drown if I fell in, but I wouldn't be able to help anyone if I got frozen solid.

The sun had risen partway into the sky when I finally reached land and I landed gratefully on the ice. I yawned and moved away from the edge, not wanting the ice to break away with me still on it.

I checked the ice mentally and settled on a secure part to eat and sleep.

I woke up with the sun still partially in the sky, with my section of ice still firmly attached to the rest to my relief.

I took off again after breakfast, hoping I could reach North's Workshop by at least midday tomorrow, given how long ago the Northern Lights were; I couldn't afford to lose much more time. Since there was nothing hindering me here, so I let my speed go mad and the wind flew in my face as I went faster than a car towards the North Pole. It was the first time where I could almost truly say that I was cold, possibly freezing given how people tend to throw the word around. I didn't bother complaining, I just relished the new experience.

Despite the situation, I couldn't help but grin as I sped through the landscape. The wind pulled at my hair and crept around my glasses, causing my eyes to stream, and my torn jeans flapped in the air, but I didn't care.

"Wooooooo hoooooo!" I cried as I sped along, laughing as I did so. After all that had happened the last few days, I was just glad to have something good happen. Even if that good was just seeing how fast I could go.

After a while the novelty wore off, and I found my thoughts turning, not to my Branch, but to my fellow Descendants of Jack Frost.

I had seen them since the war. We'd met up for what were called 'Workshops' during the past four years, where all ten of us had met up somewhere cold to practice our powers.
We'd compared techniques and learnt new ones with Alfred leading us.

I remembered passing on a few moves that Jack had taught me, mainly making snow. Snow was harder to form than ice or frost, and it could have various consistencies. Getting just perfect for snowball fights was incredibly difficult. I could do it, but getting a consistent consistency was difficult.

I had to smile as I powered along, remembering the time when James and Jacob had frozen Alfred's feet to the floor.

I didn't stop until I reached the cliff beneath the Workshop and I tilted my bridge up to continue on to the front door. Day hadn't properly broken; in fact it almost seemed permanently close to twilight or dawn with an almost black sky, so it was difficult to tell exactly how long I'd been travelling. Given my tiredness, I guessed that it was at least a day, if not a day and a half. However, it was the Arctic winter where there was six months of darkness, it looked like it was just beginning here.

I staggered slightly as I landed by the front door. I was tired, hungry and the wind chill was starting to get to me, as I was just starting to lose feeling in my fingers. It was a novel experience. My leg had scabbed over, so walking wasn't an issue, but I still had to be careful not irritate them.

I rapped weakly at the door, opening my mouth to announce my arrival. Except it never happened, because the door opened on its own.

My breath caught in my throat as I peered in, tiredness forgotten.

"Hello?" I called, not getting a response.

I walked in, and found the Workshop empty.

No elves were running about with their little bell hats, there were no yeti's making toys and there were no said toys whizzing through the air.

The whole place was empty, and the normally cheery place felt dark and foreboding.

I kept walking in and began noticing signs of a struggle. Several toys were knocked on the floor, some whole, some in bits. The ice sculptures they were built from had been shattered and shards of ice were scatted around.

Tables were upturned and paper was scattered all over the floor. Covering the white paper like a shadow were patches of black sand.

"No." I breathed, not wanting to believe it. I knew something must have happened, but not something like this.

My eyes picked out more details as I walked along, grey fur here, golden sand there, a groove in the woodwork that could have been a sword swipe. Two things instantly caught my attention. First on the floor and on the walls were various blasts of ice. Second were the large canine paw prints, paw prints made from dried blood.

"No, oh please no." I choked. Whatever got HOG had found its way to the North Pole and had caught most of the Guardians. Whilst I had no doubt that the Guardians could handle themselves perfectly well, if they were taken by surprise...

I couldn't see any evidence that Toothiana was here, which held some source of relief. One Guardian might be okay.

As I continued to walk forward I felt my foot connect with something that clattered. I looked down and felt my throat burn with unshed tears.

It was Jack's staff.

I picked it up with my good hand and held it tight in my fist, causing my knuckles to turn white. Jack never, ever, went anywhere without it, he must be in serious trouble to leave it behind. The staff was neutral to my touch and I could feel it almost humming for a second, as if deciding something, but the moment I heard it, the humming stopped.

I tucked it under my arm and walked towards the centre room where the Globe was, hoping to find something there. I remember asking Jack about the Globe, who said that each light on the globe showed a child who believes in the Guardians.

I looked up at the Globe and gasped, most of the lights were out, and still going.

"No." I said, backing off. "What happened here?" I asked the air.

A bright light from above caught my attention and I looked up to see that the moon was shining through a gap in the ceiling. Its light shone on an area on the floor and a shadow appeared, a shadow of me.

"What...?" I looked up at the moon. "Was that you?"

The shadow disappeared but the light remained strong, in a sense answering my question.

"Do you know what happened?"

A silhouette of Pitch appeared, followed by a canine face I didn't recognise.

"So, Pitch, along with, the Big Bad Wolf?"

The image was quickly replaced by a silhouette of Pitch and a child.

"And the Descendants of Pitch? The ones I froze four years ago? Were they the ones who got HOG too?"

There was no shadow, but I got the impression I was correct.

I felt sick, Pitch and his Descendants were bad enough, but this Wolf, I didn't know what to make of it. I just knew that I was now even more scared.

I looked at the Globe and took a deep breath.

"Do you know where they are?"

A shadow of a tooth formed.

"Toothiana's place? They got Toothiana too?"

The shadow disappeared again and I had the feeling again, that I was right and I felt my heart sink. All of the Guardians were captured as well, that would explain the dying lights.

"Well, where is Toothiana's place?"

A shadow of India appeared.

I looked from the shadow to the Globe in panic. "I'll never make it in time! What can I do, what can I do?"

I paced back and forth, trying to think. An image of when I was last here came up in my mind. In North's sleigh, he pulled something out of the dashboard, which formed a portal.

"That orb... Where could it be?"

In desperation I started looking in all the cupboards in the Workshop, since the Moon no longer had answers for me.

In desperation I looked in North's main office, which looked in distressingly poor shape.
I tried to ignore the upturned tables, the scattered books and shattered ice sculpture as
I looked through his drawers. Just as I was giving up I found a whole drawer of globes. I tucked Jacks staff under my armpit and took several, then paused, looking over my shoulder at my bag.

If they were being held at Toothiana's place, then there was no doubt that they'd be guarded. I'd need to play the offensive, which meant putting on the armour.

I walked back the Globe, set down the globes and opened my bag, pulling out my armour piece by piece.

I pulled on the protective shorts, quickly followed by the arm and leg guards. I'd grown quite a bit since last time, so I had to loosen the leather straps to make it fit.
Next was the chest plate and boots, which also needed to be adjusted, which was difficult with only one good hand. Before putting on my helmet I checked my ice blades and watched them slide in and out of the slits with no issue.

Finally were the gloves. The left one made my wrist squeal in pain as it brushed against it, but I ignored it as I did up the straps with my teeth.

I took re-shouldered my bag, tucking the remaining globes into it. I held the last one in my hand and while holding Jack's staff under my arm, I said. "Toothiana Toothiana
Toothiana"

Looking into the globe I saw pink, blue and gold pillars rising up into the air. There were platforms and ornate decorations of the same colour.

Remembering how North did it, I threw the globe at the floor, where a portal appeared to Toothiana's place.

I took a deep breath and took one more look at the moon, moving Jack's staff to my right hand, then walked into the portal. Accompanied by the familiar turning sensation in my stomach.

AN, I'm afraid that after this update there will not be another chapter for over a week, I'm not going to have internet access during that time. Sorry for the inconvience.