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~Ice Cage~

Jack hugged his legs to his chest, trying to conserve as much of his body heat as he possibly could. His legs and feet where asleep, tingling with the pain of a thousand needles. His nose and ears where frozen, and his lips where blue. He pulled up his hood to try and warm his cold head. How long had he been in there? He had fallen asleep a few hours ago and lost track.

His breaths came out in foggy puffs, illuminated by the soft blue glow of his staff. His whole body ached; his muscles slowly began shutting down from the coldness. He tried to breathe slowly because he didn’t want the air to become any thinner.

Jack was used to cold temperatures like this, this heat was actually comfortable for him. But he wasn’t used to the lack of oxygen in the air. His blood pressure was low and his body temperature was dropping because his muscles where not receiving enough blood to keep them warm.

He could sense the snowfall outside thickening and the storms moving in. He didn’t know how, it was just a feeling he got ‘in his belly’ as North would say. And it wasn’t going to be pretty, it was stronger then any storm he had ever felt; even the Great Blizzard of 1888. 400 plus people died in that storm, not to mention the millions that where out of power and those who where injured.

He dropped his head on his knees and sighed in defeat. “What was I thinking?” He whispered hoarsely with scornful tone.

This was all his fault. He should have never just left the pole so irrationally. He just never really considered that Pitch could take Snow over. She seemed so strong; he couldn’t believe that she would ever give in. He couldn’t process the fact that she was gone, even though he had been thinking about it for hours.

But there was something in her eyes, her malicious golden eyes. Almost like it was just a shell, and she was trapped underneath. But what could save her now? What in the world could possibly bring her back?

He coughed and his chest stung as his frozen skin was forced to move. The ice from Snow’s blasts was still glued to his chest and back, ripping the skin when he shifted positions.

He sighed and leaned back on the icy wall, head pounding in agony from the lack of blood.

“Jack Frost,” He whispered hoarsely, “You are a goner.”

But surprisingly, even as he said these words he didn’t have any fear in his heart. His only worry was how the other Guardians would defeat Pitch without him, and save Snow. Because if the Guardians fell, who would protect Jamie and the other children? What would stand between Pitch and complete power over the entire world?

Childhoods would be ruined, and that was all that they stood to protect. But what could he do about it? He was dying, and he had no expectation of being saved.

He tried to push down his fear of dying, dying for a second time. Fear just gave Pitch more power. Besides, he had had a good run, nearly 315 years of carefree, irresponsible fun. But he guessed all good things had to come to an end. And he had reached the end of the line.

But then, sitting there in the dark, he realized something. He was living his worst fear; dying in the dark, unseen, unheard, and un-believed in. He was all alone, with nothing but the sound of a lonely silence. It was his worst nightmare come to life, and Pitch knew it.

He clutched his staff for comfort and tried to remember the song that Snow had sung to him before she disappeared. He had to fill this empty silence somehow. He hummed the tune, trying to remember the words. Then he croakily whispered,

“My love is as true
As the oceans are blue
And I’ll always feel this way.
Just listen to the beating
That keeps repeating,
My heart wants to say
Like Gala and Dali
It’s you and me
Forever and a day.
Always.”

Then he started to see spots appear in his vision, and he knew that his time was nearly up. His last thoughts drifted from Jamie and what he would have to face, to Snow trapped somewhere, waiting for him to save her. But he wouldn’t be able to.

He thought of North’s kindness to him, acting like a second father. Bunny could be hot headed, but they where pretty close now. Bunny had even taught him how to use a boomerang once. Sandy had always been so nice to him, cheering him up when he felt down with dreamsand dolphins. Tooth had once read him a book while he was sick, ‘The Adventures of Peter Pan’.

She had thought he would like the book, since the main character and him where so alike. The two of them where mischievous immortal boys who loved pranking poor souls for fun. Jack had read it a few times on his own; his respect for the boy grew with each time he finished. He admired the boy’s bravery, even in the face of death. What could have been Peter’s last words rang in his head, he had memorized them and made Tooth repeat the phrase over and over when she read him the novel.

“To die,” Jack whispered weakly, “Will be an awfully big adventure.”

Then he closed his weary eyes and let his staffs glow fade, sending him into cold blackness. He had been fighting for hours and hours, but he knew that this would all end one way. His frostbitten body was done struggling. His fate couldn’t be avoided, and he knew it. He just hoped that the Guardians would be able to save Snow.

He hoped that the Guardians would be able to save themselves.

Then something broke through the blackness, a small light straight ahead. It must be the light at the end of the tunnel everyone talked about. It was getting brighter and brighter, and Jack’s breathing started to slow. It became so bright the light blinded him. He waited for his pain to slowly ease to a stop as his spirit left his frozen, doomed body.

But then a strange noise broke through the eerie silence of his fading mind. It sounded like the noise of someone knocking on a door to enter a home.

He tried to ignore the sound thinking it was just a figment of his imagination. After a moment it went away, but then it came back louder then before. It pulled his mind back into the world of reality and he peeked open one of his eyes. But he immediately shut it as soon as it had opened. It was too bright. He furrowed his brow in confusion. It was bright?

He squinted his eyes open and peered at his staff, but it wasn’t the source of illumination. Then he heard the knocking sound yet again, this time louder and more urgent.

He looked up and was surprised to see a bright pocket of light at the top of the ice chamber.

‘It’s an angel, coming to take me away,’ was Jack’s immediate thought. But as his eyes adjusted to the light he saw that it wasn’t an angel, but a small window carved at the top of his chamber of darkness.

He sat up and stared at the light, hope rising in his heart. Was it some help? Had he been found?

Then he saw it, an extremely bright colored pair of miniature hands peeling the frozen black sand away from the ice.

Jack smiled and tried to stand, but he failed miserably. His legs where still sleeping, and he had a spaz attack halfway up and fell back down onto the slippery ice. He stood again, slower. He used his staff and the walls to prop himself up. His legs screamed in agony, the sensation of pins and needles in his legs coming back tenfold.

As soon as he had reached full height he looked up into the small window out to the real world. The snow swirled outside like he had expected, and it was a sight for sore eyes. Suddenly baby tooth came into the picture, squeaking madly in excitement and worry. Her bright colors stood out against the white dramatically. Her hands where covered in nightmare sand as she scraped and peeled away at the outer shell of his icy prison, trying to give him light. The sun warmed his face and gave him hope and more strength to keep going.

He smiled at her and laughed in disbelief, placing his fingers on the cold window she was making. He mouthed, “I’m okay.”

She furrowed her brow in worry and placed her small hands on his fingers. Her expression read, ‘Don’t worry, your going to be alright.’

But was he really? He may be found, but that didn’t do him any good if Baby Tooth couldn’t get help to cut through the ice. And if she did find help by the time she got back he may not be alive. And she would doubtfully find her way in this storm; it was a miracle she even found him in the first place. He may have light, but by the looks of it he was still dead. He needed to get out, but how?

Then a flash of light caught his eye. He looked closely at the ice and saw the beautiful pattern he had seen before within it, flowers and vines everywhere. And sitting in this middle of this small window he had, sat a large flower. A flower with three petals.

He practically cried in relief. He may not be able to free himself, but maybe Baby Tooth could.

He placed his finger on the first petal of the flower, poking it over and over. It was the only way he could think of to get Baby Tooth to understand what he needed her to do.

She stared at him with a look as if to say, ‘Jack, you have been in there a little too long buddy. Don’t hurt yourself.’

Jack did a small face palm, and then poked the flower more vigorously. Baby Tooth eyed him suspiciously, but crawled over to his finger. He made a motion of her pushing down, and she did. Right in the center of the flower. Jack smiled at her, trying to let her know that that was what he had wanted her to do. Then he moved onto the next petal.

She crawled over to where he pointed and pushed with both hands down onto the ice. Only one more left and he might just be free.

He started poking the last petal, and Baby Tooth scurried over to it, knowing exactly what he wanted her to do. Jack crossed his fingers as she pushed down on the last petal with all her might.

He stood frozen for a second in dead silence, waiting for the ice to break.

Nothing.

He let out a sigh of defeat and put his hands on his face, disappointment and fear overcoming him. He was going to die, that had been his last chance. And it had failed him.

Then his disappointment turned to fiery anger. Why hadn’t it worked? He had been so close! It wasn’t fair, and it didn’t make sense!

He took his staff and blasted the side of his invulnerable ice prison, trying to let out his fury. He had done this a thousand times before. But this time was different.

As soon as the blast touched the ice a loud crack split though the air and Jack could see the ice breaking at the points where the decals where etched into the ice, light pouring into the cracks. He almost started to sob in relief, but he didn’t have time. This ice around him started to fall, and he barely had time to cover his head.

The ice cracked and split into hundreds of small pieces, raining down on him. Some rather large chunks plopped down onto the ground with a loud thud, the other pieces landing with a sound identical dropping a piece of glass.

In other words, it was very loud.

Jack stayed in his standing fettle position until the deafening crash died down. After a moment of silence he peeked his eyes opened, his heart full of excitement and disbelief.

He stood slowly and saw thousands of ice chunks of what used to be his prison lying on the ground around him, covered in nightmare sand. He let out a shaky laugh, his eyes shining with tears knowing that he was free. That he was going to be okay.

He flew up from the rubble, stretching his tight and sore legs. The snow swirled around him and it felt too good to be true. Suddenly he felt as free as a bird, and he wanted to fly far, far away. His soul had been crushed, broken in his horrid prison. But now he felt wonderful again, so full of hope. The darkness had made him feel powerless, and now he felt stronger and braver than any creature on the earth. He felt like a certain boy he had once read about. He laughed his impish laugh and flew up high above the clouds, hands in the formation of a chicken, and shouted, “cock-a-doodle-doo!”

He laughed until he thought he might cry. Baby Tooth flew up in front of his eyes, chittering happily, her face beaming because she knew that she had been clever enough to free Jack by herself.

Jack chuckled at the small creature. Her demeanor was much like Tooth’s, all the Baby Teeth where so much like her.

Then his eyes widened, the color draining from his face. “The Guardians,” He whispered. He looked down at her, alarm in his eyes. “We need to warn the Guardians.”

They didn’t know that Snow had been over come by Pitch, and they could attack anytime. Heck, she could have already caused damage to one of the warrens.

Baby Tooth nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation. She flew onto Jack’s shoulder and held tight to his hood, shaking with cold. Jack stroked her head affectionately, and then the two took off into the sky.

And Jack had never been happier to be able to see the sunlight once again.

Description
~Ice Cage~

Jack hugged his legs to his chest, trying to conserve as much of his body heat as he possibly could. His legs and feet where asleep, tingling with the pain of a thousand needles. His nose and ears where frozen, and his lips where blue. He pulled up his hood to try and warm his cold head. How long had he been in there? He had fallen asleep a few hours ago and lost track.

His breaths came out in foggy puffs, illuminated by the soft blue glow of his staff. His whole body ached; his muscles slowly began shutting down from the coldness. He tried to breathe slowly because he didn’t want the air to become any thinner.

Jack was used to cold temperatures like this, this heat was actually comfortable for him. But he wasn’t used to the lack of oxygen in the air. His blood pressure was low and his body temperature was dropping because his muscles where not receiving enough blood to keep them warm.

He could sense the snowfall outside thickening and the storms moving in. He didn’t know how, it was just a feeling he got ‘in his belly’ as North would say. And it wasn’t going to be pretty, it was stronger then any storm he had ever felt; even the Great Blizzard of 1888. 400 plus people died in that storm, not to mention the millions that where out of power and those who where injured.

He dropped his head on his knees and sighed in defeat. “What was I thinking?” He whispered hoarsely with scornful tone.

This was all his fault. He should have never just left the pole so irrationally. He just never really considered that Pitch could take Snow over. She seemed so strong; he couldn’t believe that she would ever give in. He couldn’t process the fact that she was gone, even though he had been thinking about it for hours.

But there was something in her eyes, her malicious golden eyes. Almost like it was just a shell, and she was trapped underneath. But what could save her now? What in the world could possibly bring her back?

He coughed and his chest stung as his frozen skin was forced to move. The ice from Snow’s blasts was still glued to his chest and back, ripping the skin when he shifted positions.

He sighed and leaned back on the icy wall, head pounding in agony from the lack of blood.

“Jack Frost,” He whispered hoarsely, “You are a goner.”

But surprisingly, even as he said these words he didn’t have any fear in his heart. His only worry was how the other Guardians would defeat Pitch without him, and save Snow. Because if the Guardians fell, who would protect Jamie and the other children? What would stand between Pitch and complete power over the entire world?

Childhoods would be ruined, and that was all that they stood to protect. But what could he do about it? He was dying, and he had no expectation of being saved.

He tried to push down his fear of dying, dying for a second time. Fear just gave Pitch more power. Besides, he had had a good run, nearly 315 years of carefree, irresponsible fun. But he guessed all good things had to come to an end. And he had reached the end of the line.

But then, sitting there in the dark, he realized something. He was living his worst fear; dying in the dark, unseen, unheard, and un-believed in. He was all alone, with nothing but the sound of a lonely silence. It was his worst nightmare come to life, and Pitch knew it.

He clutched his staff for comfort and tried to remember the song that Snow had sung to him before she disappeared. He had to fill this empty silence somehow. He hummed the tune, trying to remember the words. Then he croakily whispered,

“My love is as true
As the oceans are blue
And I’ll always feel this way.
Just listen to the beating
That keeps repeating,
My heart wants to say
Like Gala and Dali
It’s you and me
Forever and a day.
Always.”

Then he started to see spots appear in his vision, and he knew that his time was nearly up. His last thoughts drifted from Jamie and what he would have to face, to Snow trapped somewhere, waiting for him to save her. But he wouldn’t be able to.

He thought of North’s kindness to him, acting like a second father. Bunny could be hot headed, but they where pretty close now. Bunny had even taught him how to use a boomerang once. Sandy had always been so nice to him, cheering him up when he felt down with dreamsand dolphins. Tooth had once read him a book while he was sick, ‘The Adventures of Peter Pan’.

She had thought he would like the book, since the main character and him where so alike. The two of them where mischievous immortal boys who loved pranking poor souls for fun. Jack had read it a few times on his own; his respect for the boy grew with each time he finished. He admired the boy’s bravery, even in the face of death. What could have been Peter’s last words rang in his head, he had memorized them and made Tooth repeat the phrase over and over when she read him the novel.

“To die,” Jack whispered weakly, “Will be an awfully big adventure.”

Then he closed his weary eyes and let his staffs glow fade, sending him into cold blackness. He had been fighting for hours and hours, but he knew that this would all end one way. His frostbitten body was done struggling. His fate couldn’t be avoided, and he knew it. He just hoped that the Guardians would be able to save Snow.

He hoped that the Guardians would be able to save themselves.

Then something broke through the blackness, a small light straight ahead. It must be the light at the end of the tunnel everyone talked about. It was getting brighter and brighter, and Jack’s breathing started to slow. It became so bright the light blinded him. He waited for his pain to slowly ease to a stop as his spirit left his frozen, doomed body.

But then a strange noise broke through the eerie silence of his fading mind. It sounded like the noise of someone knocking on a door to enter a home.

He tried to ignore the sound thinking it was just a figment of his imagination. After a moment it went away, but then it came back louder then before. It pulled his mind back into the world of reality and he peeked open one of his eyes. But he immediately shut it as soon as it had opened. It was too bright. He furrowed his brow in confusion. It was bright?

He squinted his eyes open and peered at his staff, but it wasn’t the source of illumination. Then he heard the knocking sound yet again, this time louder and more urgent.

He looked up and was surprised to see a bright pocket of light at the top of the ice chamber.

‘It’s an angel, coming to take me away,’ was Jack’s immediate thought. But as his eyes adjusted to the light he saw that it wasn’t an angel, but a small window carved at the top of his chamber of darkness.

He sat up and stared at the light, hope rising in his heart. Was it some help? Had he been found?

Then he saw it, an extremely bright colored pair of miniature hands peeling the frozen black sand away from the ice.

Jack smiled and tried to stand, but he failed miserably. His legs where still sleeping, and he had a spaz attack halfway up and fell back down onto the slippery ice. He stood again, slower. He used his staff and the walls to prop himself up. His legs screamed in agony, the sensation of pins and needles in his legs coming back tenfold.

As soon as he had reached full height he looked up into the small window out to the real world. The snow swirled outside like he had expected, and it was a sight for sore eyes. Suddenly baby tooth came into the picture, squeaking madly in excitement and worry. Her bright colors stood out against the white dramatically. Her hands where covered in nightmare sand as she scraped and peeled away at the outer shell of his icy prison, trying to give him light. The sun warmed his face and gave him hope and more strength to keep going.

He smiled at her and laughed in disbelief, placing his fingers on the cold window she was making. He mouthed, “I’m okay.”

She furrowed her brow in worry and placed her small hands on his fingers. Her expression read, ‘Don’t worry, your going to be alright.’

But was he really? He may be found, but that didn’t do him any good if Baby Tooth couldn’t get help to cut through the ice. And if she did find help by the time she got back he may not be alive. And she would doubtfully find her way in this storm; it was a miracle she even found him in the first place. He may have light, but by the looks of it he was still dead. He needed to get out, but how?

Then a flash of light caught his eye. He looked closely at the ice and saw the beautiful pattern he had seen before within it, flowers and vines everywhere. And sitting in this middle of this small window he had, sat a large flower. A flower with three petals.

He practically cried in relief. He may not be able to free himself, but maybe Baby Tooth could.

He placed his finger on the first petal of the flower, poking it over and over. It was the only way he could think of to get Baby Tooth to understand what he needed her to do.

She stared at him with a look as if to say, ‘Jack, you have been in there a little too long buddy. Don’t hurt yourself.’

Jack did a small face palm, and then poked the flower more vigorously. Baby Tooth eyed him suspiciously, but crawled over to his finger. He made a motion of her pushing down, and she did. Right in the center of the flower. Jack smiled at her, trying to let her know that that was what he had wanted her to do. Then he moved onto the next petal.

She crawled over to where he pointed and pushed with both hands down onto the ice. Only one more left and he might just be free.

He started poking the last petal, and Baby Tooth scurried over to it, knowing exactly what he wanted her to do. Jack crossed his fingers as she pushed down on the last petal with all her might.

He stood frozen for a second in dead silence, waiting for the ice to break.

Nothing.

He let out a sigh of defeat and put his hands on his face, disappointment and fear overcoming him. He was going to die, that had been his last chance. And it had failed him.

Then his disappointment turned to fiery anger. Why hadn’t it worked? He had been so close! It wasn’t fair, and it didn’t make sense!

He took his staff and blasted the side of his invulnerable ice prison, trying to let out his fury. He had done this a thousand times before. But this time was different.

As soon as the blast touched the ice a loud crack split though the air and Jack could see the ice breaking at the points where the decals where etched into the ice, light pouring into the cracks. He almost started to sob in relief, but he didn’t have time. This ice around him started to fall, and he barely had time to cover his head.

The ice cracked and split into hundreds of small pieces, raining down on him. Some rather large chunks plopped down onto the ground with a loud thud, the other pieces landing with a sound identical dropping a piece of glass.

In other words, it was very loud.

Jack stayed in his standing fettle position until the deafening crash died down. After a moment of silence he peeked his eyes opened, his heart full of excitement and disbelief.

He stood slowly and saw thousands of ice chunks of what used to be his prison lying on the ground around him, covered in nightmare sand. He let out a shaky laugh, his eyes shining with tears knowing that he was free. That he was going to be okay.

He flew up from the rubble, stretching his tight and sore legs. The snow swirled around him and it felt too good to be true. Suddenly he felt as free as a bird, and he wanted to fly far, far away. His soul had been crushed, broken in his horrid prison. But now he felt wonderful again, so full of hope. The darkness had made him feel powerless, and now he felt stronger and braver than any creature on the earth. He felt like a certain boy he had once read about. He laughed his impish laugh and flew up high above the clouds, hands in the formation of a chicken, and shouted, “cock-a-doodle-doo!”

He laughed until he thought he might cry. Baby Tooth flew up in front of his eyes, chittering happily, her face beaming because she knew that she had been clever enough to free Jack by herself.

Jack chuckled at the small creature. Her demeanor was much like Tooth’s, all the Baby Teeth where so much like her.

Then his eyes widened, the color draining from his face. “The Guardians,” He whispered. He looked down at her, alarm in his eyes. “We need to warn the Guardians.”

They didn’t know that Snow had been over come by Pitch, and they could attack anytime. Heck, she could have already caused damage to one of the warrens.

Baby Tooth nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation. She flew onto Jack’s shoulder and held tight to his hood, shaking with cold. Jack stroked her head affectionately, and then the two took off into the sky.

And Jack had never been happier to be able to see the sunlight once again.