. .head- You pretty much hit it dead on. Ella was created to be extremely bipolar, with some mood swings, and some major anger management issues.

Isella of the wolf tribe- Thank you! And Ella is kind, just hurt and filled with thousands of years of hatred…o.o. She puts up a mask to hide her feelings because she feels that crying or looking hurt makes her weak.

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Jack's POV:

"No." "Please." I asked in a whisper.

Yeah, I know it sounded rather babyish but I didn't know what else to say considering the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was her standing there, ready to bring her blade down. She looked at me with hate and brought her blade in motion to swing. I closed my eyes, preparing for the worst, but nothing came. Opening my eyes, I looked at her, struggling to bring her blade down; she just couldn't seem to do it. After another attempt to swing her blade down and kill me, she gave up, and looked at her weapon before looking at me. She swung the blade all the way down and I looked away until I realized the blade hadn't hit me, but the chain that was connecting me to the floor. I stared up at her confused.

"Don't do anything stupid." She hissed and walked down the hallway to her room.

I'm not sure just how long I stood there after that. Finally, I looked to my right to see the same stupid Nightmare from before, staring down the hallway, and gave it a good punch in the snout; it snorted and ran off. I walked up to the throne and sat down, not caring if she got upset if I sat in it, and thought. She was obviously ready to kill me; what stopped her? Did I change her mind about the world, about me? It seemed I had to have done something to make her want to kill me, but what? My heart was still racing from what just happened as I tried to focus but my eyes were slowly dropping again. It was, after all, only one or two in the morning. I saw the Nightmare walking towards me again. I swear, if it…

Darkness.

North's POV:

Tooth left to instruct her fairies to keep an eye out for Jack while Bunny and Sandy decided to do their part by discussing all the possible scenarios of his disappearance. I took the liberty of doing my research in the library for any information that might clue us in to where our winter friend may be.

I feel a bit guilty considering that, by now, we should have gotten to know him enough to know where he might have gone on his own. Even if Pitch only said the things he did to upset us, they were, none of them, wrong. What if we unintentionally hurt Jack enough to make him want to leave for a little while? I don't remember any instances recently but, at the same time, we haven't really even considered taking the time to know or talk with him. The most we ever did was say hello and dismiss him, due to our desire to continue our work. It couldn't have possibly hurt for one of us to take a moment to have a full conversation with the boy. I've been sitting here for hours and the only thing that is keeping me from giving up is my desire to apologize to him.

I angrily slammed another book closed and set it on the large stack of books I'd already read through, before heading over to the book shelf again. I ran my fingers along the books, in search of a title that might help us locate him. Just as I thought that I might have gone through every possible book that could provide any use to us, my eyes fell upon a dark leather bound book with a silver lined title.

Secrets of the Frozen Heart: urban legends of Christopher E. Doyle

My eyes scoured the book, front and back, carefully.Christopher Edmond Doyle was most known for his study in the unseen mysteries of the world. He was often criticized for his work during the days he was writing it but, today, he is better thought of as a great scientist and explorer. He had a great fascination with winter, in particular, and preferred to study it more often than not but, one day, he went to explore the Artic Circle and never returned from his journey. Back then, his works were not seen as worthy enough to publish so, today, his works are very rare and loaded with information that even the spirits are sometimes foreign to. Perhaps he knew more about Jack than even we do; he could hold information that we could track our friend down with. I hastily opened the book and began to read.

Ella's POV:

I…am…such…an…idiot! I've been laying in my bed for over three hours now and I just can't stop chastising myself for acting the way I did. I should have just killed him, then I wouldn't feel like this right now. Why did he have to snap his eyes open in the split second I was ready to swing, anyway?! I slammed my head into the snow in frustration. That was all my bed was anyway, lots of compacted snow. For someone like me, it's more comfortable than one might think. Come to think of it, where did Frosty the Snowman go after my stupid moment trying to kill him anyway? I know I told him not to do anything stupid but the likely hood of him obeying is slim to none. He's probably searching for his staff or an exit; neither of which he would have any hope of finding. Either way, you can't be too careful or arrogant, it's what brought Pitch's fall and I won't make any of the same mistakes he did, so I got up to go find him and make sure he didn't do anything unexpected.

I walked into the throne room with a wide-eyed look. He was still there; he moved to my throne, yes but I didn't expect him to just go back to sleep. Then again, the Nightmare probably didn't give him much of a choice. I walked closer, watching his nightmare play over and over in his head.

In this one, he tried to save his sister but she fell through the ice before he could get to her. It played over and over, making him stir uncomfortably each time she fell through. I narrowed my eyes at the black creature and yanked it off his head. Not sure why, but I didn't like the way he stirred unhappily when he had a nightmare like that. Before he could wake up, I walked to my room and grabbed a small pouch out of my ice drawer. Walking back, I let out a sigh of relief that he hadn't woken up from his now dreamless sleep and sprinkled the golden dust from the pouch over his head. No, I don't have dream magic like Sanderson but, when you're invisible to everyone, it's not exactly hard to take some for safe keeping. It was just a souvenir but it's not like I would have much else to use it for anyway.

I watched his frown disappear into a small, barely noticeable, smile as he subconsciously positioned himself more comfortably in my chair. I frowned, I shouldn't care about any of this but I felt more content when he was in a more happy sarcastic state, like when he played with the children. Oh, how I wish I could play with kids. They're the only ones who I can truly say are innocent, only to have their minds poisoned with the troubles of adulthood. When he's around, I seem to forget that I was jealous. The horrible truth was that I was beginning to feel things for him and there is nothing that makes me angrier. Even as angry as it makes me, I might just have to accept it. I'm obviously not capable of killing him, in fact, sometimes I feel protective of him. Especially when it comes to those fools who call themselves Guardians. How can you call yourself a Guardian if you failed to protect a child for three hundred years? Maybe Jack was just so blinded by the hope and desire for company that he was willing to believe the Guardians actually wanted him. I won't lie by saying a few hundred years ago I might have done the same thing. I looked at him, sleeping peacefully, yet his hand still seemed to subconsciously reach for his absent staff. It was actually a bit cute.

I shook the thoughts from mind and stood there, watching him sleep. I let out an irritated sigh; this was nothing short of what a creepy stalker would do. As if I hadn't been embarrassed enough by my earlier attempt to kill him, just think of what would happen if he woke up and I was staring at him.

I turned, coming face to face with the Nightmare. It seemed to be watching me, confused by my actions in giving him a good dream. It snorted in disapproval and shoved its hoof into the ground challengingly. I stepped forward narrowing my eyes at the seemingly defiant creature with a look that said 'you got a problem with it?' and the Nightmare backed away with fear. I got a demonic smile and the creature made a run for it. I wonder what a horse statue would look like in the middle of my throne room?

Bunny's POV:

I could care less that the Nightmare King said he didn't know where Jack was, there's always a catch with that guy! Yet, here we are, coming up with different reasons that he might have left on his own desire. There can not be any way that Pitch doesn't have him. With the Nightmares running loose on the streets, it can't just be a coincidence that Frostbite disappeared recently. I turned my attention back to Sandy in the middle of his sentence and, considering you have to see Sandy in order to 'hear' what he has to say, I completely missed what he was telling me.

"Oh, sorry mate, think you can run that one by me again?"

Sandy blew golden steam out of his ears to show his frustration. This wasn't the first time that he had to repeat himself due to my short attention span. He slowly started again, showing a picture of me yelling, then a hurt Jack Frost flying away. It didn't take much for me to interpret that one.

"NO, I haven't even gotten mad at him since Easter, when we had our battle with Pitch, and that was months ago." I said irritably.

Sandy seems to think that one of us upset him in some way and that's why he left. More to the point, he thinks I upset him in some way and that's why he left. For the past few hours, this has been more of an interrogation towards me than it has been an effort to think of any places Frostbite would go or reasons he would go. Sandy lowered his head, probably thinking of another way he could ask the same question over and over again.

Sandy gained a smile as a golden light bulb appeared over his head and I let out a groan, that is, until North burst through the doors into the main room where we were sitting and I let out a silent sigh of relief. He looked troubled as he came over to us and sat in the spare chair.

Sandy flashed a symbol of a book and a question mark, which was interpreted as 'did you find anything?'.

"Yes, I found something." He said worriedly, which was enough to make me lean in with interest. North wasn't worried that often so, when he was, it was serious.

"Well, spit it out ya grumby!" I exclaimed, getting impatient.

North let out a heavy breath. "I recently came across a copy of one of Christopher Edmond Doyle's books. Man was well known for his exploration in the cold unseen mysteries."

I looked at him funny. "That's good though, isn't it?"

He shook his head. "I found nothing that would help us find Jack but…I did find something I did not expect." He lifted his head to look at us. "Have you ever heard the saying 'a spirit among spirits'?" he asked.

I shook my head. Where was he getting at?

"Well, a spirit among spirits, is a spirit that can not be seen by anyone, even their own kind. I did not think that they existed but it seems that Christopher had a very different theory. In his writings, he spoke of an evil spirit that was cast out to spend all eternity alone. The ancient people called it Sola, or lonely soul. She was unseen by anyone and vowed to somehow have vengeance over those who opposed her. It was very unlikely for someone to see this spirit but, if someone over the centuries did, it was because they were similar." He explained, head down.

Sandy and I went blank in thought.

"Wait, wait, how is any of this relevant to Frostbite's disappearance?" I asked, hoping that North had a reason and didn't just have some feeling in his belly.

"Because Bunny, Sola has winter powers. She is similar to Jack, therefore, there is small chance that he was able to see her. If this girl is real, she might be trying to get her vengeance through him." He answered.

I stared for a moment. Okay, I'll admit, it does make some sense but we can't just go blindly charging something we can't see. It's a slim chance that any of this is even true.

"How can you be sure mate?" I asked.

"I feel it." Oh, great! "In my belly."

Author's note: Hey, sorry it took some time in between my last chapter. Writer's block and a series of one-shots I started.