Hey guys, did you know your spoiled rotten? I have never put up a chapter every single day for any story! You guys just got lucky I decided I'd do that for this story.

ICE COLD HEART

I have always loved the night there was so much I liked about night like its cold brisk air that would flow silently through my white hair as I slept. Or how the Man in the Moon shone brightly, just like on the night that I became Jack Frost. During the day it was just to warm, the sun hurt my eyes and I felt like I would melt from the sun – which could actually be a possibility. The night was much more pleasant.

There was less noise, and a simple snow fall at night was a beauty. Just like that song Silent Night, I loved silent nights. Like the song said, all is calm, and that's the truth. Or at least it used to be. I've been by myself for so long, all I've known are silent nights. The darkness, the cold, the night, and me, we all went together so perfectly. But even the night chooses its master, and I am not that person.

Just like mine is winter, his element is night. And he'll use the night, to help destroy me…

| BURGESS

Jack struggled against Pitch's hold on his neck, clawing desperately with his cold fingers against Pitch's hand. His lungs burned and he kicked out at Pitch. The man didn't even flinch as Jack kicked him. He just smirked staring at Jack. Jamie watched with fear in his eyes as dark marks, almost looking like cracks, made their way up Jack's face. They started at his neck, moving up his face. And then… the cracks got to his eyes. He closed his eyes, scrunching his face up with pain. When he opened his eyes again the whites in his eyes had turned pitch black and the blue irises had turned blood-red.

Jamie screamed a little, backing away from the two. He looked at Jack's now cracked covered face with his red and black eyes. Jack glared daggers at Pitch but still the man didn't stifle. "Jack?" asked a terrified Jamie. He asked as if he was afraid Jack would lash out at him.

Jack turned towards Jamie, his red eyes and scowl terrifying the boy. "G-get out of h-here Jamie! R-run!"

Jamie stayed in one place. His eyes wide with fear. Pitch threw Jack to the ground, the boy grunted and the cracks and red eyes slowly fled from his face. He gulped in air, his lungs on fire with each breath, though it didn't last long as Pitch grabbed his neck again, only this time, just to keep him in one place. Jack struggled with a new-found strength; he kicked his foot out at Pitch, kicking him in the stomach. Pitch grunted and growled. "I've had enough of you, Jack. It's about time I did what I came for." Pitch pulled out an almost needle looking dart.

Jack struggled further he kicked out again but Pitch dodged. He let go of Jack's neck, placing a foot on the boy's chest, stomping down. Jack gasped as the air was knocked out of him. Pitch rolled up Jack's right sleeve and plunged the needle like dart into Jack's arm. The boy gasped, his breath hitched as he looked at Pitch. He stared at the man for another second, before his body fell limb onto the ground, all struggling stopped. Pitch laughed before stepping into the darkness, the light of the moon shining down on Jack.

Jamie ran towards the older boy, looking his older brother over. Jack's body was stiff and unmoving, his chest didn't rise or fall and his eyes were glazed over and his mouth ever so slightly open. "Jack…?" Jamie whispered. He shook Jack's shoulder as if to raise the Winter Spirit from sleep. "Jack… wake up!" Jamie said quietly. His eyes filling with tears as he looked at Jack's glazed over eyes. "Please Jack!" sobbed out the boy. "You can't leave, please don't leave!" Jamie called. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for not believing in you, for just thinking you were a myth for all these years… just please, don't leave me… please." Tears fell from Jamie's eyes and he attached himself to Jack's hoodie.

His fingers gripping the blue fabric as he let more tears out. Frost coated his cheek, stinging his bare skin but he could care less. "Jack…" Jamie whispered out half heartedly "I'm sorry…" Jamie laid there, half on Jack's chest and half in the cold snow, he shivered as the cold night slowly turned into day. He hadn't realized how long the fight had actually gone on. His mother and father would be worried. But he could hardly bring himself to care. He was frozen stiff, stricken with grief.

Small, almost silent sobs escaped his mouth now and then. The words "I'm sorry" showing up every few sobs. Tears were still streaming down his face that had turned red from cold. His numb fingers gripped Jack's hoodie more. The cold fabric calming the boy as he slowly started to drift off. He watched as the last rays of the moon disappeared and the sun came up over the horizon. The sun's light made its way over the trees and on to him and Jack's lifeless body.

The rays hit Jack's body hitting his frozen face. Suddenly Jack shot up with a gasp, his chest heaving as if he had awoken from a bad dream. He placed his hand on the small body that was attached to him. Jack looked at Jamie's cold face as the boy shivered, his teeth chattering. "Jamie? I told you to run." Jack rasped out, his voice was quiet and strained, it cracked and sounded painful.

Jamie looked up at Jack with shock in his eyes. "Jack?" a smile suddenly formed on Jamie's face and the boy shot himself further into Jack's arms. "You're okay! I thought I lost you." The boy called, more tears streaming down his face, sobs raking his body.

"Jamie, what are you talking about?" Jack asked, pulling the small boy away from him to look Jamie in the eyes. The boy sat back on his knees, wiping away stray tears.

"Y-you weren't moving. You h-had stopped breathing a-and your eyes were o-open but you weren't b-blinking… Jack… I WATCHED YOU DIE!" Jamie screeched, tears coming back, sobs shaking his body once more. "I watched Pitch strangle you half to death! And he injected you with something and you just stopped moving! I-I tried to wake you b-but you wouldn't move! You j-just laid there… you were dead…" Jamie whispered out the last part, sobbing.

Jack looked at Jamie with shock; he pulled the boy back into a hug, being careful to control his powers so he wouldn't make the boy any colder. "I wasn't dead Jamie. Whatever he injected me with must have just paralyzed me for a second. I'm fine now. You don't have to worry." Jamie sobbed more, holding onto the back of Jack's hoodie. "Don't cry, Jamie. It's going to be alright. Shh, don't worry." Jack soothed the younger boy. "Nothing's going to happen, you have to believe me."

This made Jamie sob harder, Jack looked helpless, wondering what he had said that would upset Jamie more. "I'm s-sorry!" Jamie called to Jack. Hugging him the older boy more.

"What?" asked a confused Jack.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe in you before." The boy explained. Jack looked at the boy in his arms sadly.

"That's in the past Jamie; you have nothing to be sorry for." Jack told him. Jamie slowly nodded; the tears subsiding to small hiccups as Jamie slowly fell asleep in Jack's arms. Jack looked at the boy; he figured that Jamie must have just been in shock. The boy was brave and strong, he wasn't one to cry. Jack did realize though, how much the fight could have affected the younger boy. He hadn't realized he meant so much to Jamie until now. He'd helped the boy believe again and since then they'd sort of just had a connection.

Slowly Jack gathered up the sleeping Jamie into his arms, walking towards where he dropped his staff, he bent down, slowly picking up his staff before carefully asking the winds for their help. The winds lifted him up and he flew out of the forest towards town, people were getting up and running around. He realized that in all the commotion of last night he'd accidentally made a snow storm, snow-covered the ground all around, children were running around and playing in it and Jack couldn't help but smile.

He flew past them, unnoticed. He flew up to a house he'd learned to love, Jamie's house. He reached out with one hand, opening the window to Jamie's room before flying over and setting the boy down in his bed. He looked at the pillows the boy had hidden under the sheets just encase his parents came in to check on him. Jack smiled before moving the pillows out from under the sheets and looking back at Jamie. He took off the boy's scar, hat, coat and boots, leaving the boy in his pajamas. He pulled the blanket up to the boy's chin and smiled as Jamie curled into its warmth.

Jack walked back towards the window, and walked to it, stepping out and closing it just as Jamie's mom came in. She looked at the sleeping Jamie with a smile before walking back out. It looked like she hadn't noticed her son's absence after all. Jack shifted his staff in his hand before flying away from the window. It didn't take him long to get back to his lake. It wasn't frozen anymore, instead there was a gaping hole in the middle and shards of ice were scattered around it.

Jack sighed; he'd have work to do. He stepped on the still frozen part of the lake and used his staff to start frosting the water. The water, now frosted over but not thick, made Jack smile. He zoomed across the frosted ice, almost ice skating but with out the skates. He drug his staff behind him, the frosted water becoming thicker and thicker until it was back to its old glory. He yawned, his limbs aching, his shoulder and side had stopped bleeding but he still felt terrible. He wiped his mouth with his hoodie sleeve bringing it back only to find blood on it.

He groaned but didn't complain. He swiftly and gracefully jumped into his tree. All the pain in his body forgotten as he slowly faded back into unconsciousness. His last thought was that he forgot that he needed to go to the North Pole today.

Whoo hoo! Done, hope you all enjoy. Also, I'm soooo happy, now that I made my very own Jack Frost staff and I felt so childish walking into McDonald and getting a kid's meal just so I could get a Jack Frost toy. I am addicted to this character!