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Jack never felt cold, but he felt the immediate change in temperature when the whirling stopped. A long lost memory shoved up his throat, and even though he could not see, it was as if everything was in a good place. The air was a warm summer breeze, and he could only hear the click of birds and the scuttling of squirrels. Elsa touched his eyes, a motion to let him open them. It was every happy memory, this place. It was the most perfect day, even for a frost creature himself. It was the hours when he had been human he and his sister Emma had ran through the meadows, before he caught her and they rolled and laughed on the grass. The meadow w

He tapped twice on Jamie's window, and then seeing that he was alone in his room, entered immediately. Now that he had his memories, he chuckled as he compared this to how he used to be with Gavner. It was sort of like his friendship; Jamie had passed the point of being a child with him, now he was almost seventeen and had become a friend. "Jamie. I need to borrow some clothes." He said without waiting for a greeting. Jamie spun around in his wheel chair and frowned. "Clothes?" He repeated in confusion, "I don't know if mine will fit you anyway- you're so skinny and gangly." He dismissed. "I don't care. I just need something. Give me an ov

Heimdall was up before the roster crowed. To be honest, he didn't sleep at all. He had just laid in bed all night, tucking the parcel beneath his pillow. He checked it periodically to assure it was still there, unbroken, perfect. He knew that he should get some sleep, but he was too nervous and excited all at once and when the very first rays of the sun peeked up and through his window, he already had his best on. The morning was gray and dull, and a little overcast, but it all seemed bright in his vision. He said 'Good Morning' to everyone he passed, most who responded warily and with surprise. He made two crucial stops along the way- first

"I told you!" Elsa announced triumphantly, "Not only is it a girl, but already she is much quieter than Heimdall ever was." "Hey, that's not a fair assumption." Jack argued in response, "She's only been here for six hours." "Well, Heimdall was here half an hour before he started crying. She's winning." Elsa said with a wink. "Oh, be quiet you." Jack rolled his eyes, and hoisted his son up to see his sister, "Hey, look at your sister. This is Rin. Can you say Rin?" He asked. Heimdall looked at his father with confusion in his eyes. "Papa?" He asked. Jack grinned; it was his favorite word. 'Mama' was only screamed when he wanted something.

"Elsa! Elsa, come here! Quickly!" Jack's cries made Elsa hurry across the courtyard. "Is Heimdall hurt? Did he fall?" She fretted, bending down to look at her two-year-old son. "No! Look! Frost!" Jack pointed excitedly to where his pudgy hands had left icy hand-prints in the summer mud, "He's like us!" Elsa, although pleased by this discovery, hit Jack. "Don't scare me! It thought you had hurt him!" She said, and Jack sighed. "Sorry, dear." He winced, "I was just so happy. I knew it, the white hair is the sign." He insisted. "There's only three to go by that theory." Elsa rolled her eyes, "But yes, it is interesting." She picked up their

Jack was the kind of person that Elsa expected him to be when she was pregnant. Always wondering how he could make her life easier, surprising her with late night ice-cream when she was all confused with her emotions, and staying surprisingly chipper even when she got unreasonably upset with him. "You make it easy," He argued when she brought it up one day, "I mean, Anna's great. People love her, and she's a good mother. But, she's a monster when she's pregnant. I don't know. If I were Kristoff, I'd say the heck away from that bomb waiting to be put off. Life is miserable on her wing when she's pregnant, so I don't know why Kristoff keeps ma

12 hours after the whole debacle, Elsa found herself alone with Jack once again in her room of the house. "So what now?" He asked her. "I guess I'll come back." She shrugged, "I don't want to lose my sister again." Jack felt something tug deep in his heart, and in a way he didn't understand, he understood. "And what of me?" He asked. Elsa looked at him, a look of surprise on her face. "You're staying, right?" She asked, and looked away, feeling foolish to assume he'd stick around. "As long as you want me to." Jack assured, taking her hand. Her smile was wide. "Anna wants me to make Kristoff the official ice carrier of the village." Elsa

He did indeed stay, because he knew she liked having him around. He'd realized early on she was afraid of her powers, such wonderful powers, and he fought to change that. He could see she wasn't born naturally with the ability to control them, and no one had ever attempted to help her. It was slow going, though. Even letting them out more than what she had even done an inch of to create the house had her breathing deeply, and one day she ended up crying. "I froze my whole room after my parents died. I didn't let my sister in; she needed me, but I was too caught up to let her see. No one knew; I had to keep it a secret." He noticed when he f