The Grim Reaper walked with three people by his side. One was young and wore very old cloths with a brown ish orange and the girl almost looked in her early teens.
The other was a middle aged man, looking as if in their mid forties he wore a green tunic with black pants and grey sandals.
While the old man looking to be in his late eighties wore a white and gold cloak. He also carried a cane.
They walked silently through a dim hallway. The hall had no windows, but it still had light despite having no sources to create the glow. The floor was white and black marble. While the walls were red and the ceiling black with gold slivers covering it. The sides of the hall had seats and tables. And at the some areas had slim spruce door that led to other rooms.
The grim Reaper had a list in his hands that he was checking over. He called out names as he went through the halls. The young man behind him was sliding invisible bars as the names were said. It was until the Grim Reaper stopped his words suddenly, that the room seemed off. The absent of the constant clacking of his bones against the floor and his powerful voice was strange. The little girl looked to the Reaper as he stood there, not talking. She tilted her body to try and see the list, but it was hidden from her curious gaze. "What's wrong, Mr. Grim. Is there something wrong with the soul count again?" The little girl asked innocently as she turned her head.
The Grim Reaper turned to the three. All of them were looking at the skeleton in the black cloak. His skeleton mouth was just a frown. He answered the child's question with a sigh, "It's seems another spirits been killed." The little girl squeaked while she took a step back. The middle aged man only looked at Grim, surprised as he put his invisible tallies away. While the elderly just looked at him sadly.
"Who is the spirit? Is it another one of those guardians?" The young man asked Grim as he walked forward. The grim Reaper looked into his eyes. "No Present. It wasn't one of the guardians, luckily. It's already bad enough that the Nightmare King put the keeper of dreams into a dormant death. But gladly it wasn't another, because if those guardians were to disappear with their wonder and light it will be like the dark ages that were full of death all over again. I don't want to go through that again with all those souls taking forever to pass on. Yet it doesn't help that the spirit that died was a young one either, and it wasn't his time to go as well, but with his kind..." He paused. "It's gonna be hard to do much for this spirit. I can't imagine how much pain he could have gone through for him to die by his own powers, by accident." The little girl began to have tears water up. She went closer to Present, and grabbed onto his tunic. He looked down at her solemnly and put a hand to her head.
"Sir Reaper." The old man paused as he limped forward with his cane. The clack of his cane hitting. the floor made everyone look at him. "How young was this spirit?" The old man asked. Death's lips tightened slightly. "Jack Frost is three hundred and fourteen years old." This left the three stunned. "He's barely over three hundred. That's not even a quarter of his life span!" Present yelled. The little girl by his side jumped a little by his sudden out burst. Yet the little girl ran up to Death quickly feeling bad for the young soul and grabbed onto his robe. She looked up at him as he stood there not really surprised at her attitude. "Mr. Grim, it's way too early for him to die. At least let him live again!" She cried. "Let him at least live a few more centuries!" She began to cry harder into his cloak. Grim kneeled down and picked her up into his arms. "I'm sorry Past, but I can't give him a second chance in the spirit world, since he's a winter seasonal. When they die they can't be saved and put into another life, because they are apart of the earth and it's magic. So even if I tired it wouldn't work." He sighed, "I'm sorry little one."
"Mr. Grim," Past sniffed as she tried stopping her tears. "Can we at least, since he had such a short life as a spirit. Can he become a half reaper or a ghost like us?" The little girl gave him puppy dog eyes as she asked him.
The Grim Reaper stayed quiet as he thought. "That might work, since Jack Frost is a special case and is technically already dead before he became a spirit." Grim looked at everyone. "I guess we can do that, but he will lose his memory when he becomes one of my ranks." Death frowned upon that, with the winter spirit not being able to remember his life, yet his spirit picked up after he remembering the boy won't remember the tournament he went through and he will be at peace. "With him becoming a half reaper he will have to be taught to collect and pass on souls to the other side." Grim put Past down as she smiled happily as if she wasn't even crying a few minutes ago. He stood up straight as he looked at them. Present looked happy to help and so did Past, while the old man just grunted. Grim looked to the old man. "Future, I need you to open one of your portals to Antarctica."
The old man did as told. With his cane he tapped the ground and magic sparked with the two hits. A sliver of magic went up into the air. Death went up to the thin layer of magic and pulled back the veil in the air. As he took a step through the small veil he was transported to a void of frozen ice and snow. As Past, Present, and Future followed they were met with what seemed to be a blizzard, but it was just stopped in place as it time had paused the southern hemisphere weather.