I sighed deeply. Do I tell him that I was making a deal with Pitch? Or should I lie, so the guardians don't think I'm against them?

Either way it could end badly for me. I could always leave. There is an open window right above me, the skylight, or the one to let the moon in. I could just fly and never look back.

But Frost...he's seriously hurt...

I gulped and looked at the ground, sighing deeply. I don't want to tell him...he'll hate me....

But I hate him. He didn't help when we were at war, none of them did! I bet if they had helped, they would never have needed me to be a guardian, then Frost would never have been hurt. None of this would have happened.

"Lilly?"

"Don't call me that." I snapped, my open hands turning into fists. "You don't have the right to call  me that. Not anymore."

"Please, just tell me-" I stopped him.

"Tell you what? That I'm the reason that Frost is dying in the bedroom? That none of this would have f*cking happened if you had just left me alone!! None of this would have happened if I wasn't asked to  be a guardian! What do you want me to tell you?! That I went to Pitch to make a deal? And that Jack was there to stop me? Jack was doing the right thing, and look where it got him! I hate his f*cking guts but I still care and I really wish I didn't! Is this what you want to hear North! IS IT!?"

North's blue eyes were cold and almost emotionless, "You went to make deal? WITH PITCH?! Why would you betray us like that?!" He shouts at me

"Does it look like I betrayed you? I saved Frost's life! Putting my one at risk. I'M SORRY! Ok?" I shout, tears in my eyes, i didn't mean for this to happen, "He was threatening the kids, what other choice did I have?"

He sighed, eyes softening. That look in his eye reminded me of looking into an eye of an adult, like I was the child. "I'm sorry too...but you should have told us. We could have helped."

I stared at the ground, gripping onto my skirt tightly, "There was no time..." tears were in my eyes, before hitting the ground. "I had to protect them."

North stepped closer, pulling me into a hug. A big, comforting hug, much like one you'd get from a father.

"It's ok. We forgive you."

"I'm so sorry!" I mumbled into his chest, but he pulled me back and whipped my eyes.

"Now, let's go and work out how to beat Pitch and Death."

...

We sat around for a while, and my scratched and bruises had all started to heal. That's the great thing about spirit regeneration.

Technically, we don't need food or sleep either, but it's just choice I guess. I mean, I could sleep for day, you have already seen me sleep before, it's just a choice.

I just wish Frost would wake up, so I can tell him how sorry I am.

It doesn't excuse how I acted, and how much I didn't help him to begin with.

But, he's a spirit. He'll heal, just like I am. Just looking at where all my cuts used to be there seems to hardly be a scratch left.

Then again, Frost got a lot more injured than I did, I wasn't sure he was able to wake up.

God I'm an idiot!

Why did I think that making a deal would work? Protecting Sophie was my priority, but what about all the other children in the world? I can't just stand by and do nothing.

I rose to my feet, almost knocking the chair over in the process. Only Sandy was present with me in the room, and he just signalled a question mark over his head.

Silently I told him not to worry, before I left the room. My white dress seemed to flow as I stalked through the halls of the workshop. I was going to do this now. I don't care if he was awake or not, I need to get this off my chest.

My feet planted themselves right outside his door, not daring to move away nor forward. Maybe oSlowly, I reached out my hand, placing it on the almost frozen door handle, which stung at the touch.

Yet, I couldn't move it away. It's like my body wouldn't let me retreat or run away and hide from this because I knew I needed to do now or never.

With one quick movement I opened the door. It honestly felt like time stopped as soon as I laid eyes on him.

I don't know whether it was the messy white hair or the painful expression on his face, or the cuts and bruises on his skin that made me freeze. But whatever it was...I didn't like it.

I don't think he's my enemy anymore...

That was one of the one things I always knew, was that I hated Jack Frost...but now, even seeing him in pain...I don't feel like I hate him.

Not anymore...

This guy had been there with me, more than all the other Guardians...and yet he was the one I hated most. Why would someone like him try to help someone who wanted nothing to do with him?

"I'm sorry..." I whisper, and I almost felt the tears form in my eye. It's as if everything  came in at once.

I knelt down by his side, next to the bed. "I am so sorry..." I know he can't hear me, but maybe, just by the slightest chance, he could. "I'm such an idiot. I let you get hurt, and I almost got you killed. Yet no matter how many times I pushed you away, you always came back."

Hearing my own voice in a quiet room almost seemed crazy, but I kept going. "Please. Please, Jack..." I hasn't used his first name before," please, wake up."

His icy hand was hanging over the edge of the bed, and I lightly touched it. Usually I would feel the sting of the cold, but not this time. This time I didn't feel anything. Like it was normal.

"We need you..." I continued, "And I hate to say it, but I think I do too. No one has every looked out for me like you have. Not since Ami."

I sighed, trying not to cry, grabbing hold of his hand, "Please Jack. Please!" I felt two tears fall from my eyes, both landing on my white dress.

I looked down to wipe them off, before looking back again at Jack.

His eyes were wide open, staring at me...