Jack had stumbled on in the wilderness throughout the night, heading towards the mountainous area. Jack would find snow there, and that was where he needed to be. He needed to unlock his powers, and snow and ice were the best things he could use for that.

After another hour, Jack stumbled and tripped over something hiding in the tree roots. He bent down and picked it up, but found it heavier than he had thought. It was a backpack, full of books and other school supplies. Jack glanced around, looking for whomever the backpack might belong to, but from the soggy appearance of a few of the notebooks, Jack assumed the owner was long gone. He shivered, this time not from the cold, and searched through it. He found an empty notebook and a few school books. Jack tossed everything but the notebook aside. He remembered what Sandy had told him about keeping a journal to record his dreams, and he figured he might as well know what it was he was dreaming about. He grabbed a pen and the now empty backpack and sat down against a tree. After he gathered his thoughts, he wrote:

'Dear journal,

This is really lame, but I am going to do it anyhow. I am now heading to the mountains to get back my powers. I will live up to my name as Jack Frost. North has been lying to me. He almost convinced me that I was really a human, but I saw though his plan and ran away. Well, I wouldn't call it running away, more of an escape. It was too hot in there anyways. I like the cold. Of course I would, I am the spirit of winter. Well, I have to go now. Have to keep moving. Want to get to the mountains as soon as possible.'

Jack put the notebook and pen in the backpack and slung it over his shoulders. He picked up his staff and pushed himself from the ground, standing on unsteady legs for a minute, then continued his trek to the mountains.

"…And this is the last place you saw him, sir?" The officer looked up from his notes and North nodded, his mind racing with every other thought, like where could Jack be and I wonder if he is alright. "Sir?" The officer asked again, trying to be polite in the situation, but needing the answers. The sun had been up for quite some time now and North knew the cold of the night and the biting frost of the morning will not have helped Jack's health.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. He's just worried. What do you need to know?" Aster took up the conversation the officer was not getting from North.

"Well, I need to know if this was the last place he was seen, first off." Aster nodded, then pointed to the forest entrance off in the distance. "Lost his trail somewhere around there. Hoping you could do a better job of it." The officer nodded as Aster spoke, writing down on a small notepad.

"We will do everything we can. And thank you for the picture. It will be used for the search. Anything else you would like to add?"

Aster took in a deep breath, his muscles feeling sore after the hours of tense searching through the night. He let it out and nodded to the officer. "Yeah. The poor bugger believes he's a sprite or something. Thinks he can control frost and snow and whatnot. He's had pneumonia for the past week and it's confusing him, so if you find him, call one of us to calm him down. He's gonna fight. That's who he is, a fighter, and he will not go down easy. And be careful of his staff. He'll be sure to have it on him." The officer nodded again and tipped his hat to Aster.

"Thank you. A search party has been sent out already and they will be sweeping the nearby area within a twenty mile radius. If anything comes up, we will be sure to let you know." And with that the officer left. Aster shut the door behind him and turned to face North, who had not moved from his spot in the middle of the family room since the officer arrived.

"North," Aster approached his old friend slowly, not wanting a bad reaction, "Jack is strong. He'll be fine out there. I know it. What is it you always say?" North looked up at Aster and patted his belly. "That's the spirit. Now, I say we go out there and join them. We know Jack the best, and we will know where to look. I have a gut feeling he's heading to the mountains. The kid's always had a fascination with snow and I wouldn't put it past him to go to the nearest place with any for miles. So, how about it?" A twinkle in North's eyes and a reach for his jacket said it all.

"Turn back Jack. Go back. You do not belong here." The voice whispered through the white snow surrounding Jack. "Jack…wake up!" Jack startled awake and looked around. His staff lay across his lap in front of him and the backpack he had found last night was sitting next to him. A gentle wind blew through the trees and made the leaves sway. As they moved, Jack was surprised to find that his skin sparkled in the sunlight. He watched in fascination as the sunlight bounced off of his skin and glimmered like tiny diamonds. After the shadows covered up the sunlight again, Jack realized that he was covered in frost. A smile spread across his face. He made this! This was him! He knew it! It must be his proximity to the mountains! Jack flexed his hands and watched as the light danced from it. He stared down at his staff, and smiled again.

Jack stood after a minute and pulled the backpack over his shoulders. He leaned heavily on the tree until his vision stopped swimming, and began heading out to the mountains again. He would have to write in his journal later. His limbs felt numb and his breath was coming in slowly, no matter how hard Jack tried to breathe deeper. He did not care, though, for he could see the mountains before him, and the thought of running through the snow again, flying with the wind, warmed Jack's cheeks with excitement and something else that Jack could not place.

After an hour of travel, Jack had to stop to regain some of his energy. He sat against a tree and took out his notebook. He thought for a moment, then began:

'Dear Journal,

I told you I'd write to you later. Anyhow, I'm almost to the mountains. Well, closer. I had another dream last night. The voice, I think I know it from somewhere. It's strange, but whenever I hear it, I'm not afraid or anything. At least, I'm not in my dreams. I saw the same snowy landscape and stuff, nothing different there. Hopefully I can get a better idea of what it means through this. Write again later.'

Jack shut the notebook and closed his eyes against the sun. It felt warm, the sunshine, and Jack relished in it but hated it at the same time. He was the personification of the coldest season. How could he truly enjoy the sun's warmth? Jack sighed, then began coughing violently as his lungs constricted against the intake of air. His human body was becoming weaker, but he would fix that as soon as he reached the mountain top where all the snow was. Once he was there, he wouldn't be cold and tired anymore. He would be free of his ailments and would be flying through the sky without a care in the world.

Jack pushed himself from the tree and continued his journey through the forest.