A/N: We're literally caught up to where I've written. Updates won't be as often anymore, but I won't give up because I have fun writing this, and you have fun reading it.
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Nicholas St. North had a way with magic.
He kept a chest of the stuff locked up for special purposes; mostly, it was used to make snow-globes that aided in his travel from country to country during Christmastime. But this year, he was going the extra mile. He would need time-withstanding magic in order to craft something so important.
North laughed when the Yetis had offered to make it for him. "I vant to see myself how is made!" he chortled.
And so, on a table before him were mounds of thread, blue fabric and scissors, needles, measuring tools and finally, a little bag plump with magic. He used his large hands to delicately handle each object and before long had figured out a way to hold the scissors.
...This would be easy, da?
"'Zere you are..." North mumbled, pinpointing a specific color he'd been searching for in the strands of fabric. The rest of the colors were pushed to the floor, to later be cleaned by a Yeti or elf. He cleared his throat and snipped a piece of the fiber from its spool. Gentle, so as not to bend or break anything, he ran it through the larger pieces of clothing with the precision of an expert.
"Beautiful!" he exclaimed, admiring the half-done piece. "Let us give magic, yes!"
He was so adamant about waiting to give it magic, but the temptation was too much. North untied the string from the bag and emptied a bit of its contents into his hand. It was warm to touch, but not easily identifiable as solid, liquid or gas. No one had even given it a color. It was doughy and pliable, but protective of itself. Magic was able to harden like a rock or melt into a pool, blend in with surroundings or stand out as a unique entity. Was it alive? None could say. Was it useful? More than a little.
He smeared the magic into the fabric and rubbed it in. Nothing appeared to happen but he could feel it being absorbed and having an effect. North smiled to himself and hummed as he cut and sewed the work to completion.
When the hoodie was complete, North wondered for a quick second whether or not it would fit Jack Frost. But he was confident in his assumptions of the boy's size, and anyway, the magic would shape it accordingly. He sprinkled the rest and kneaded it in.
Remembering that Christmas was right around the corner, North laughed and folded the gift to set aside. On Christmas day Jack would receive the invisible garment to keep him safe, to keep him comfortable. For now, Santa Claus had a reputation to uphold. He pushed the hoodie to the far end of his desk and ran out to help his trustworthy Yetis.
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A/N: Apologies for the length. This will be the shortest chapter, but the scenes around it had no way to fit in with the theme, etc. The next chapter will probably make up for it.
Who's ready for an April Fool's Chapter? Well. I'm certainly not! I won't be in time for the, uh, "holiday", but rest assured there will be an April Fool's Day chapter! Not a joke!