After a day of snow making, Jack decided to head home. He stopped in the air, Right, Little Barkers mom probably still wants to kill me..."I know! I'll head up north!"
With that, he flew to to the Arctic Circle. "Perfect, thousands of miles away from anything that might want to kill me."
Grrr. "Or maybe not. What was that?"
Grr, the noise continued and Jack backed up, his staff ready for anything. But he didn't see anything. Then he stepped on something...something soft Mmm, something whined. "What?" Mmm, mm, the whine was coming from a little polar bear!
"Hey little guy. Sorry I stepped on your foot," he bent down and pet the polar bear.
Rar, it nipped at Jack's hand. "Hey!"
Grrr, it stalked towards him. "Hey!" he repeated, zapping the ground with a blast of ice. The polar bear slipped. Mmm, Grrr. It growled and tried to stand up again, but kept slipping. "Ha, not so tuff now are ya?"
Jack blasted more of the ground with ice and watched the polar bear slip around before it finally got tired and just lay down on the ice, panting.
"That's why you don't mess with Jack Frost." he said as he flew away.