Jack hasn't left the North Pole for two days.
He didn't have anywhere else he could go, and he couldn't go back to the lake for risk of seeing Jamie, or that strange girl that saw him.
So, for the past two days he has been watching the giant workshop from the up above, sometimes causing a little havoc when bored. Although he didn't know it, North was pretty worried about him, it seemed to him as though Jack was moping around. Not that it wasn't unusual, North had seen Jack moping around on several occasions, but when North tried to talk to him Jack would just shrug him off with a mean joke or fly away.
North knew that if Jack would keep avoiding him, then he would have to give up on Jack. But that didn't mean he wouldn't help him entirely.
He had one more card to play, and at this rate, he may have to use it.
As Jack was strolling through the carpeted corridors of North's workshop, he watched as his frost made icy patters on the carpet behind him. Smiling at it as though it were the only friend he could rely on, he turned back at the sound of a bell tottering around. He stopped suddenly as he saw one of North's elves carrying a silver platter with a note on it.
The elf blinked at Jack slightly and gave him a very spaced toothy smile.
Wary of the elf, Jack grabbed the envelope, on the cover was a little illustration of a white haired woman wearing an apron, smiling at Jack with a fairly familiar grandmother look. He then opened the card and read:
Jack,
Since, it seems you are staying for an extended time, In my husband's workshop, it is due time that we meet.
Come down to the first floor, and meet me at the kitchens.
With Love,
Mrs. N
The writing on the note had a flourish to it, that could only match that of an older woman. Yet the words had a sense of calm to them that Jack couldn't quiet place.
He looked back down to find the Elf missing and searched behind him to make sure it wasn't creeping around somewhere nearby. It's amazing how even though those elves have bells on their pointy hats, they can still creep up on you and sneak away.
So Jack decided to descend down to the first floor, and he noticed that with every floor he passed the more Elves there seemed to be. When Jack finally got down to the first floor, the whole corridor was filled with scurrying little elves. As Jack walked down the hall he noticed that many were carrying silver platters similar to the one he received his note on. The elves scurried under Jack in haste and many others swerved around him, little bells tinkling as the Elves hobbled.
Jack admitted that the sound was rather annoying, and wished he could freeze all of the little bells to keep them from making so much sound.
Jack didn't know where the kitchens were, but he kept walking down the corridor as he knew he would find it. Jack knew he had found it when he could smell it. All of the foods, and bakeries filled up in a steam of good smells, and Jack suddenly wished that he wasn't an immortal that never grew hungry.
He saw an archway that the smells were coming from, and when he peeked through he saw the oddest Kitchen that had ever existed.
It wasn't odd in the sense of strange colors on the walls or strange confections, but the way that it was designed. It was not an average kitchen. There were ladders of all shapes an sizes, with elves littering them. There were several sets of stoves, and there was a large pot on one that smelled like eggnog.
There was also a large oven on the other side of the large kitchen, and it glowed red behind the large doors, baking the cookies and pastries that North usually ate. Above the large stoves were shelves upon shelves of herbs, spices, flour, baking powder, you name it. And the shelves were spaced perfectly for an elf to fit on, and elves would climb up the ladders to the spices and climb back down.
As Jack continued through the kitchen, he could hear a voice giving orders through a warm steam of smells and cooking, "No not that spice!" ordered the voice, "quick! where is my rolling pin?!" it spoke with urgency, yet with a sound that could rival any grandmother. "No dearies, I told you to stop licking the cookies, and deliver them to my husband right away!"
Jack, scrunched his brow, searching through the steam for the owner of this voice, "Mrs. N?" he called out.
Hey there guys... he he he... sorry this was so late, and short. College has officially taken over. So my chapters will be far between. I actually had most of this chapter already written, and was planning to extend it to be even longer.
Like all of you, I despise short chapters :/ but I couldn't help it.
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