North stared at the door of his workshop, worrying. He had made the call hours ago. Where was he? Finally, North turned to his Yeti's. "Find and bring Jack. Give him a good memory. Throw him in a sack." He said in his heavy accent. The Yeti's nodded and hopped through a portal.
Meanwhile, Jack was enjoying his day. He walked the telephone lines, watching his surprise frost spread throughout the small kingdom of Arendelle. This town seemed to be made for ice. Jack absent mindedly watched the sun start to set. Then the Man on the Moon, Baby Teeth, and Sandman would start to appear. Even after three hundred some years, Jack still wasn't tired of seeing the other guardians at work.
Looking down again after giving a smile to the moon, Jack saw something that definitely wasn't supposed to be there. North's Yetis? It was June 21, summertime. Jack rode the wind gently down to the street where the Yetis were walking.
"Hey guys, what's going on?" The Yetis turned to the sound of Jack's voice and grunted. Then the Yeti in the front rushed forward, swinging his bag.
"Hey, whoa, whoa!" Jack cried as the fabric surrounded him. He heard the sound of a snow globe portal being created, then a very familiar voice saying. "Finally! Took long enough."
Jack climbed out of the sack, spotting and glaring at North immediately. "Next time, just call for me!" Jack yelled.
"I did." North said calming, allowing Jack to throw his tantrum.
"Then I didn't get your message. Maybe you broke it."
"Of course it is not broken. The Yetis used it to track you."
"A malfunction then. Cause I definitely didn't get anything." Jack paused. "Hey what'd you call me for anyway?"
North sighed. "Some sort of disturbance in kingdom called Corona. Usually this seems to be the best day of the year for them. Now there is lots of crying and screaming."
Jack stared at him. "I hope you're kidding." He said in disbelief. "Are we talking like, one or ten or-"
"Everyone, Jack."
A moment of silence passed between the two of them, before Jack said "I… I guess I'll go see what's going on." Nodding goodbye, Jack marched over and opened the door, then let the wind tear him from the doorway. It was a short flight, barely ten minutes. Jack kept a look out, ready to stop at the first sign of his destination. But before he knew it, hours passed, and the sun was ready to rise. Confused, he looked up at the fading moon.
"Is this your doing?" He asked. No response. "Heh, just like old times huh?" he said. Jack was just about to turn away when he saw the moon start to glow.
"Why don't you just talk?" Jack wondered aloud, reaching out toward the moon. As soon as his arm was fully extended, the moon disappeared. Jack blinked, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself completely surround by darkness.
Clutching his staff, Jack crept forward, taking in his surroundings. Swish. Jack turned toward the sound and almost dropped his staff in shock of what he saw.