"Jack what are you doing! Pitch can attack any second!" Santa says struggling to get out of the ice.
"I know, but I've decided... on my own... that i, Jack frost,will embrace being a misfit." Jack says walking around Santa, using his staff as a cane like Santa would.
He stops in front of Santa with his head down.
"What do you mean Jack... a misfit?" Santa says confused, full attention on Jack now.
"I found my center..." Jack says and lifts his head.
He has a smirk on his face while his eyes glowed a slight dark blue.
"Bye" he says with a little wave.
He quickly lifts his staff, pointing it straight at Santa. Before Santa could even react he was fully cacooned in ice.