Filled with confidence, Jack could see the fjord in the distance with Arendelle in sight. He wanted to protect it. He wanted to save them from what was foretold to be the strongest blizzard in history. More than anything, he wanted to see the little girl he had saved. In all his life he saved dreams, imaginations, hopes, and faith, but never had he saved a life. Elsa had become a symbol to him that he never had. In his lonely life, he was a hero.

However, the closer he got to Arendelle, the more confused he got. It was a bright and lovely day. There was no winter to be seen. The sun rose slowly over Arendelle and he couldn't find a single fault in the scenario. "Okay, weird. Good weird but this is still very weird." He thought to himself, landing once again in the town square. This time around, everyone was going about their day after waking up in the morning.

Jack was hard pressed to find anything wrong with the area. Strolling through the town market looking at the happy faces, he thought to himself that maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe saving the princess prevented the second storm. Jack was now standing proudly on top the fountain. He already saved the day and was in the free and clear. Then, he saw it. He had a defeated sigh. The frosted window in the castle was clear as day. "Can I just draw an Easter egg on it and call it a day." He said, jokingly, before wisping towards the frosted window.

This time around, the wind carrying him was much more obedient. As Jack was hanging in the air in front of the glass, he called forth a gale to open the window. Unfortunately for him, the window would not budge. He called forth another wind twice as strong as the first but to no avail. Concerned that he would shatter it open, he attempted to peer through it. Through the frost, he saw that the queen was in the process of giving birth. "Okay! Time to find another way in." whipping his head away. He found an open window and flew right into the castle in search of the room.

This is a big castle. Wow! Jack thought to himself, walking down the hallways of the Arendelle castle. Looking through all the corridors and hallways, he was flabbergasted by how difficult it was to navigate even while flying. How does a person even walk through this place? Then he noticed a little girl sitting on the king's lap. Jack's eyes became dinner plates. Soaring over to the two, he heard the little girl whimper.

"Will mama be okay?" The little blonde girl asked. Small snowflakes began to fall over the two.

"Yes of course, dear Elsa. She'll be fine." The king smiled to the little girl. However, this didn't seem right. The king was hiding something. Jack thought that he looked a bit too worried.

"My king, please come into the room!" called a man on the other side of the door.

"Okay Elsa, go to your room. Papa will be back in a bit but with a new sibling." He smiled to the little girl. With a big smile radiating from her face, the little girl nodded her head, kissing the king on the cheek and started running over to her room. Jack couldn't help but smile at the little girl. He had little time to admire. He had to get in the room and the king was his ticket. The king quickly opened the door. Jack following right behind him before the maid shut the door behind them.

"Doctor, how is she?" The king asked nervously.

"The queen is sleeping. She will be fine. However, the child is freezing cold." The doctor said, frightened by the child's current state.

"Please bring her here. Gerda, are the warm blankets ready?"

"Yes, your majesty! Let me bring them for you." she spoke. He nodded his head and she left the room.

Putting his newborn daughter into his arms, he looked to his wife. He was concerned for her health. "Doctor, please watch over my wife. Kai, please assist the doctor if he is in need of anything."

"Yes my king." They both replied, hurrying over to the queen's side.

"Don't worry, my child. You will be fine. You will be fine." The king repeated. He held the newborn child closer to his chest

"My lord, I have the heated blankets." Gerda said, walking into the room. She proceeded to wrap the child in the heated blankets in hope of warming up the princess. However, this did not help bring her temperature up.

"Okay, now it's my time to shine!" Jack spoke, boastfully. He flew to the king and the child. With a smile over his face, he was about to place the palm of his hand over her chest.

Wait. Jack paused. He only heard Ombric's words over and over again. Time wants to realign. If he saved her, would another storm take its place? Would there always be a storm? Would he have to stop storm after storm just to keep them safe. How would this affect the lands around them? How might this affect the future?

"Would it be better for everyone to let it all happen?" Jack questioned. Doubt was filling his mind. Saving the life of one could cause the despair of many. He looked at this shivering child in the king's arms.

But with a new sibling. The voice of the king rang through Jack's head. He started thinking of Elsa, the little girl he saved. He continued thinking. I'm a guardian! How could I possibly even consider letting a single child die for the easier choice?

"Not today!" He placed his hand on the child's chest. He was channeling as much energy as possible to the palm of his hand. However, something was different, she wasn't absorbing the energy. This was something totally different. A surge of energy reverberated back into the winter spirit. "Okay this is very different!" he cried out. All this energy was surging through his hand and into himself.

"It's working! The blankets are warming her up!" The king said excitedly.

"That ain't the blanket, king!" Jack yelled, struggling to stand on his two feet. This little girl was surging all this power through his entire body and he couldn't handle it. He then looked to the little girl. She had almost bleached blonde hair. What really caught him off guard was her bleached hair was draining, revealing ginger strands.

Alrighty then! Hold out until ginger! Got it! He had no time to question his logic. He had to make a reason for when to let her go. His chest felt like it was about to burst but he had to hold out. Barely able to breathe, he saw that her hair was now completely ginger and the energy had stopped flowing.

He pulled away from her and tumbled into the wall. Barely able to breath, he charged towards the window for some fresh air. The window randomly burst open before Jack could reach it. Unable to stop himself, he fell out of the window sill and towards the hard stone ground.

The moment he landed on the ground he let out a painful cry. Jack unleashed a huge shock wave of frost and snow from his body. Each breath he made called forth a powerful gale. He arrived in Arendelle at about 30% energy. Now he felt like he was running on overdrive and it was painful. Everything he touched froze on the spot. Each time he tripped, a shock wave came forth. He had never felt this kind of pain; he felt like he wanted to explode. It donned on him, he needed to explode. He needed to unleash all the energy somewhere and he had to do it now!

With his staff in hand, he stamped it on the ground and the wind carried him off. What's the issue with flying with the wind on 300% energy? You're flying 300% faster with 300% less control. When Jack was swept off his feet, he didn't feel like he was flying, he felt like he was shot out of a cannon. Losing all control of his powers, he went crashing to the ground hard and fast. Each time he tumbled it caused a blast frost around him. When he finally stopped, he had hit a tree that froze so fast it shattered.

"Ow, ow, ow, okay! Pretty sure Arendelle is far away now. It's time to explode!" Jack shouted, getting up from the ground. Leaning his body against the tree, he pointed his staff towards the sky, shooting the sun. The sheer power from the blast kicked him back into the grass and snow. Using his staff to help him back up, he looked at the area he had shot to see a perfect divide in the forest. The foliage was green then a sudden white where he had fired, then back to green leaves. He couldn't help but chuckle at this, as painful as it was.

He proceeded to swirl his staff around him and into the air, unleashing a cold wave of energy from the tip of it. He felt more relieved with each passing second. This was working perfectly. Jack was now dancing in a white forest covered in snow.

"Hey!" he heard a man shout. Oh no, this was bad. He didn't even consider that there was anyone living in the surrounding forest. Jack looked over to see trees yelling at him. "What do you think you are doing?!" The man shouted again. Jack looked to the direction of the voice. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but it sounded familiar. Leaning on his staff, he was waiting for the man to come from the forest.

"Uh… uh oh…" Jack's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Jack thought he was delirious from the trauma of unleashing so much energy at once. He couldn't understand what to do. He could only watch this very large and very angry man come out of the forest, stomping towards him.

"Is all this 'cause of you?!" shouted a very not-so-jolly North.

Jack was utterly speechless. His couldn't think straight. The fatigue and stress was getting to him. He was looking at his Guardian friend standing in front of him. What is he doing here? He thought to himself. The last time he'd seen North, Jack was hanging off his foot.

"Are you cause of storm?!" North raged. He wiped the snow off his face and beard.

Jack took a step back. Brown? His beard was brown. He started focusing on his colleague's features and started noticing slight differences. The man had brown hair and a smaller beard. He was much skinnier than before, slightly more toned. His shirt was blue and his signature red coat was not lined with black fur. Was this really North? Jack thought to himself. Suddenly, Jack watched the large man charging at him with a scimitar.

"Hiya!" cried North, swinging his blade at Jack. Barely able to dodge the attack, Jack took a few steps back. "This what you get! How dare you cause big storm!" North yelled again, swinging his blade.

"Storm? What are you—" Jack stammered, blocking North's blade with his staff. Then he noticed the heavy clouds in the sky. He had not realized that his release was causing a small blizzard around him. Before he could think more about it, a fury of swings were coming from the angry Russian.

"Who are you? Are you with Pitch?! You dare attack again!" North continued to yell swing after swing.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down! I'm not with Pitch! North, relax!" Jack said heavily, there was still an immense amount of power inside him.

"North? You have no right to call me North!" His swings became heavier with each strike. "I am Nicholas! Nicholas Saint North! Only friends call me North! You are no friend!" North roared, attacking more rapidly. This was not the North Jack knew. Hell, this North didn't even know who he was.

"Calm down! Enough of this! Let me speak, North!" Jack taken aback, trying to reason with the large and angry man while blocking his swings.

"Again! You don't call me North!" North roared again, raising his sword high in the air and bringing the blade down with all his might on the wooden stick. Jack's staff would not be able to take much more abuse.

"I said enough!" Jack screamed, slamming the bottom of his staff to the ground. A monstrous shockwave erupted from Jack, shaking the entire forest and parting the clouds in the sky. He sent North flying into a tree, landing in the snow. "Let me talk, will ya?" Jack spoke exhaustingly. The surge of energy forced him to clutch his staff to keep his balance. The fury of releasing energy was taking a heavy toll on his body.

"Hah! You put up good fight, Good! No more holding back! Hah!" North cried out again, running full speed towards Jack, his hand fully extended and his sword pointed to Jack's chest.

"I didn't want to do this!" Jack steadied his stance. He cocked his staff behind him. Focusing as much energy into the hook of the branch, snow began to levitate around him. The ground was rumbling louder and louder. With one final cry, Jack shot his staff forward with all his might. A raging lightning-like torrent of ice and snow shot from the hook of the staff. A large wave of energy burst forth, completely focused on the large red man. North was sent launching back so fast he crashed through five trees before he settled on the sixth tree. North was out cold, literally.

"North!" Jack cried out, stumbling towards his friend. "Dammit, that was too much!" he yelled loathingly. The extra energy in him made the shot far stronger than he had predicted. Using his staff as a crutch, he made his way towards his large friend. After passing the third broken tree, Jack's leg got caught on the roots and he fell forward into the snow. "No… North…" Jack whimpered, finally blacking out from the sheer stress and exhaustion on his body.

Jack… I'm scared…

"You're gonna be alright. We're gonna have a little fun…" Jack whispered.

"Are we now?"

Jack jolted up from the familiar bed. "What, what?" he clambered. Jack looked around to see an old man sitting at a rickety desk. This time, the old man was working on something.

"Morning sunshine." The old man mocked. Jack recognized him. It was Ombric, the old Gandalf looking guy. Ombric got up from his desk and started walking over to pale boy. He took his cane from the shelf and smacked Jack on the head. "Again, Gandalf was based on me. Therefore, he looks like me!"

"Jeez! Stop doing that whenever I'm h— ow!" Jack cried, getting hit on the head again. He looked up at Ombric and boy did he look mad. Before Jack could say anything, Ombric lifted up his eyelid, looking into Jack's right eye then doing the same to the other. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked away from Jack.

"Seem's like you're okay, for now. I'd recommend you get some more rest. You still woke up too early you know." Ombric returned to his seat and continued to tinker with the thing on his desk.

Jack looked a bit concerned. What did he mean for now? "Hey, Ombric was it?" Jack asked the long bearded man.

"Yes. Ombric the great, wise, and powerful!" he said proudly, continuing to work.

Jack chuckled. "Thank you, for taking care of me." he said in a guilty tone. He should have thanked him before instead of storming off.

"It's what Guardian's do." Ombric mumbled, focused more on his crafting.

Feeling a bit awkward, Jack asked, "So… how long have I been ou— wait… Guardian?" shocked by the information. Jack started coughing from the momentary shock.

"Yes, it's what we do." Ombric said, looking over to Jack. "We protect those who need helping. Also, you should still be sleeping."

Like that was possible. Jack was now wide awake, astonished that this old guy was a Guardian as well. It did help to explain why he could see him before. As questions began to flow in his head, a sharp pain overcame him, then a face of concern.

"Oh no, North!" Jack threw the blanket off of him. "I have to help North!" He got out of the bed but stumbling into the shelf.

"Careful, you frozen idiot…" Ombric getting up from the desk and hitting Jack on the head again, knocking Jack back on the bedside. "Nicholas is fine. He recovered a long time ago. You however, need to rest. Your body's been dealing with some serious influx of energy flow from every which way." Ombric reassured, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over Jack's face.

"Thank god… Wait, how long? How long have I been out?" Jack's voice became more restless.

"You've been asleep for six years, give or take." Ombric replied calmly.

"Six? Six years?! Are you serious?! How could I possibly be asleep for so long?" The winter guardian was losing it. He only thought of the storms that could have engulfed Arendelle while he was napping. The stress of the thought began to make his heart ache. He began coughing furiously again.

"Time relapse is not something so easily overcome! Plus, with the excess stress of not one but two energy transfers, you're lucky you're still alive. You may be a spirit, but you aren't immortal… Okay, you are, but if you lose too much energy you will become nothing more than a human. Then you won't be so immortal!" Ombric scolded, his head hovering just in front of Jack's face. Jack's face sank lower. It was clear he wasn't taking the information as nicely as Ombric had hoped. Was it the way he said it? Ombric sighed, smirking at the boy. He pulled his face away and walked over to the shelf.

"Arendelle's fine." Ombric confirmed, tossing a globe at Jack. "See? They are perfectly safe." The globe showed the Arendelle kingdom shining under the light of the sun. Jack's face was glowing. Arendelle was safe and sound. How could he not hide his feelings?

"Ombric, I—" Jack was suddenly cut off as the door opposite of them slammed open. A familiar face, familiarly angry face, stomped towards Jack, shaking the furniture around them.

"You! Finally awake I see! You want to talk before? Let's talk!" North spoke commandingly, angrily stepping bit by bit towards Jack. The boy in blue was freaking out. North was big, angry, and had a white beard. What? Wasn't it brown before? You don't get that old in six years. Do you?

"Nicholas Saint North!" a ferocious roar came from the slender old man. North froze in his tracks with one leg still in the air. Jack had never seen North so scared before. Was that a bead of sweat on his face? Jack thought to himself. Who was this old guy? How did he know North? Why was North so afraid of him? More questions continued to fog Jack's mind until, finally, the silence was broke.

"Nicky." Ombric said authoritatively. "Sit."