Jack left his thoughts behind in a forlorn sigh. Every time he thought of the spirit world he felt a pang of agony. He hated the mortal world. The moon was smaller and wasn't always present, and everything reeked of Humanity, the spirit he despised. He hated admitting it but, he also smelled of that vile woman. When she knocked him through the portal, he was in there long enough to be tainted.
Jack shivered and pulled his knees in tighter. His sense of smell was better than a mortals, but not as good as it once was. Jack closed his eyes, grabbed his hair and let out a gargled, hoarse sound. Nothing about him was a good as it once was, his powers even, where weakened by the malicious water. Frost spread from his body, down his chair and across the room. This pain was horrid, how could the moon take it?
"Jack."
He stopped, and looked the direction of the voice. His fingers slid out of his hair as they lost their grip.
The prisoner was fast asleep on his bed, and some frost reached her toe that was dangling off the side. She lost her anger and sadness in her sleep, and her face was smooth and free of worry lines. It reminded him of how young she was, the princes age, Jack mused.
Her golden hair draped across her back the under the sheet, reappearing in a pile on the floor. She shivered and Jack twirled a finger in the air, levitating the quilt out of the closet and onto the sleeping females form.
He wished she would tell him her name, but her resolve was strong.
"Jack.."
His head shot back towards her as she said his name.
"Lets go..."
He gently floated towards her bed, and sat on his knees on the floor, his face near hers. "Where? Where will we go?" He asked. The woman smiled in her sleep and sighed.
"Zuko..."
Jack leaned in closer, so she could hear his words. "What about Zuko?" The blonde girl said,
"lets find the Avatar..."
Thinking she was finished, the white haired boy scowled and stood up. To quiet for a mortal to hear, the woman breathed her next words.
"Jack...I haven't sung in so long..."
Jack pursed his lips and thought for a few moments. He then crouched back down and whispered lovingly, "sing to me..."
As though in a pleasant dream, the woman rolled onto her back and twisted her hands above her head. Albeit she spoke no more, only slept with that warm smile on her face. For a moment, Jack Frost wondered what it would feel like if he were to touch that skin...he stopped himself, pulling his pale hand back.
Grimacing, he reminded himself to push down human urges. He left his room with a sigh, hoping that when he got on deck, the moon would be there.
Sorry for the shorter chapter! The next one will be longer. I will try to have less spirit world chapters, I think one is enough. Pick an episode from book one for a chapter with Aang in it. Because I only have a dim idea of what I'm doing with it this thing.