Author's Note-Good morning everyone. Not much to say today other than a huge thanks to Cira Heartfilia for leaving a great review. On to the story.

Disclaimer- I do not own Hetalia or Rise of the Guardians nor have I been to the North Pole…yet…

The Pilot Who Spoke Yeti

Something was not right at the North Pole. There usually bustling home of North's workshop was frighteningly quiet and many of the windows were dark. While this would be worrying under any circumstance with only three days until Christmas Eve the fact that the workshop was silent was deeply unsettling. Then there was the small human aircraft that had been tethered to the top of the ice cliff above complex.

An icy stone building at the pit of Jack stomach he allowed the North Wind to carry him down the great workshop and muffle his footstep as he prowled the halls trying to locate the cause for the unnatural quiet. He hunted, until he caught a glimpse of silver through a doorway.

In a normal situation, Jack would try to figure out what a person was doing before he attacked them head on, but this human had threat written all over her. If she was the person responsible for the quiet engulfing the normally busy workshops then it was Jack's responsibility to rescue his fellow guardian. He raised his staff whispering a spell that should incapacity long enough for Jack to call for help.

The crust of ice that curled around her body should have stopped her dead in her tracks, but with little more of a flex of her lean body the frost cracked and shattered in a rain of crystals. Before Jack had a chance to react she was already in motion. He tried to cast yet another spell, but she turned, dodging it, causing the ice to paint spiral patterns across the wall.

Then she was upon him with the ferocity of an Arctic Hurricane. A fist met his nose, and he felt bone snap. Jack didn't have an opportunity to recover before a knee connected with his stomach and an elbow slammed into the side into his temple. The last thing that Jack thought has his vision faded to black was 'Man, she hits like an avalanche.'

The first that Jack sensed as he slowly awakened was the howling of a great winter storm. The north wind was pounding itself against the buildings of North's workshop with such force that the winter spirit could actually feel the wooden floor boards creaking under the strain. Ever since Jack had become a Guardian his ability to control the winds fickle moods had increased, but even with his growing strength he could never whip them into such a frenzy. Listening to the storm scream, he prayed that one of the more powerful winter spirits were currently in control because if they were not, Jack did not know if he would be able to quiet the winds by himself.

The winter sprite had been so focused on listening to the blizzard outside, that he barely registered the rest of his surroundings. His subconscious mind recognized the familiar scent of the strong tea that North brewed whenever he wanted to think.

"North…" The winter spirit muttered through bruised and swollen lips.

"Jack." The Cossack gave a deep belly laugh. "It is good of you to join us."

"North there was an intruder in your…" The winter spirit started but stopped the moment that he saw the woman he had just battled sitting in a chair near the book case. There were coils of darkening frostbite were scrolled across her skin, but other than that she looked fine. Something was very wrong with this picture. "What is she doing here?"

"She," the women smirked, "is at the North Pole on an official visit. I needed to collect North's Christmas Eve flight plan to insure that there are no inflight incidents." The woman then switch from English to unaccented Yeti. "By the way Phil, this tea is lovely. Where on earth did you find it?"

Phil appeared to blush slightly at the strangers comment before launching into description about the hidden village in the Himalayas that it was sourced from. Occasionally the woman would interrupt the Yeti's' story with the same flawless pronunciation. By the end of the exchange Jack couldn't help but look at the woman as though she had grown a second head, and that caused North to chuckle.

"Lad it looks like you have some questions."

"Who is she?" Jack blurted as he tried to sit up but was prevented by North's heavy hand on his shoulder.

"That might take a bit of explaining…" North began but the young women put down her tea cup he paused.

"I am Alaska the child born of fire, ice, and the sea."

"That isn't possible…" Jack said shaking his head.

"Says the winter sprite." She smirked back.

"But Alaska is a place and…" Jack muttered. "Does that mean that there are more of you?"

"Last time I checked there was approximately four hundred of our kind, each the personification of a distinctive place or culture."

"Have I ever meant…"

"Have you ever meant one of our kind before? Yes, I suspect that it has happened many times in the past. In fact, we have meant in the past when I was a young child shortly after the destruction of Arkhangelsk."

"But that was over two hundred years ago?" Jack blurted. "That's impossible…"

"I repeat, says the three hundred and something year old winter spirit."

"What are you?"

"I am part of both the land and its people. As long as my people remain I am practically immortal."

"And practically invincible." North comment was filled with far too much mirth for Jack's preference.

"If you are so immortal how could I possible leave a mark?" Jack countered.

"These?" Samantha said with a shrug as she took a delicate sip of tea. "It will probably only take a few months for these to fully fade." At Jack's panicked posture her own expression softened. "The tundra heals very slowly. Though my body may appear to be human, I am in fact a very different creature. As such you should not be surprised that I respond to injuries in a manor different than your average human would."

When Jack still looked confused North took pity on him. "That is her way to tell you not to worry about it."

"Didn't I say that?" She cocked her head, in such an innocent way that Jack couldn't help but relax in her presence.

"Sort of." North said giving a loving pat on the top of her head. The two spirits and the nation slipped into a short moment of companionate silence. Then, the state got a nearly predatory grin on her face.

"Now Jack. I have been told that you have an exceptional skill. How would you feel about snowing a few people in for the holidays?"

End Note- And thus the East Coast gets pounded by the polar vortex, lol.

Next Chapter-The Keepers of the Sleigh- Nick had to learn how to build the sleigh from someone and sometimes even magical reindeer need a vet visit. With Christmas quickly approaching Jack is dragged into tracking a pair of Nordic Nations and bringing them to the North Pole to help save Christmas.