Jenna backed away from me, black mascara dripped from the corners of her eyes and past the freckles that sprinkled her cheeks. With her hands on my shoulders, her bloodshot eyes scanned my expression. Heat rushing to my face, I hoped she didn't notice how I was slowly deteriorating on the inside. Her face clenched in serious and her plump lips forming into a pout, she nodded and cracked a slight smile. "Go to him. He needs you now more than ever."

    "But what about yo-"

    "No," she said as she shook her head. Her red curls bouncing with her movements, she pulled me in for a hug. "Peter needs you, Laney," she whispered. "He's probably never had to deal with this before. Go before he rushes off."

    "Jenna, you're the most amazing person ever," I gratefully uttered.

    "God didn't make me any other way," she said as a smile quickly spread across her face. "Now go!"

    Following her instructions, I rushed down the hallway. As I nearly tripped over my own feet, I couldn't help but spin around and mouth, 'Thank you.'

    Nodding in response, Jenna's silhouette faced away as did mine. One day I would repay her for her kindness, for staying strong in the moment that she needed me most.

    Averting my attention on the nearly empty hallway, my legs pushed as fast as they could. Exhausted from the amount of energy I had used, I literally could hear my heartbeat pulsating through my ears. Panting, trying to catch my breath, I stopped to rest for a second. Where in the world could he have gone off to?

As I continued my journey through the never ending-hallway, I collided with a dead end faster than expected. Standing where the hallway had just formed into a solid, white wall, I was forced to make one of the hardest decisions of my life: To go through the left or right hallway. Both paths were very different and would definitely lead to a different part of the building, but which one had he went through?

Wishing that I had bought him a cell phone prior to this, I made myself a mental note. He needed one badly.

After staring at both hallways for about a good minute, I weighed my options and decided to go through the left one. Rushing through it, I stared down the hallway where I saw a few nurses conversating. With no sign of Peter in view, my heart dropped. I didn't want to lose hope, but both my energy and positivity were at an all time low. The exhaustion was real at this point and I wanted nothing more than to go back home and snuggle up in my warm bed.

Half-asleep, I nearly missed the entrance to the staircase that was beside me. Pulling the lever and rushing down the staircase, I found it odd that I ended up in the kitchen. Did I accidentally go down a faculty staircase? And as much as my conscience told me to go back up that staircase, there was a chance that Peter could've came down here to buy some Poptarts, right?

Yet, the kitchen was completely empty of people. There were pieces of chicken on a cutting board with a knife beside them. By the cutting board sat a large bowl that looked to be filled with a tossed salad. Guess this was the wrong place to be at.

Yet, a loud noise that came from a connected door startled me so much that I knocked over a can of breadcrumbs that managed to spill all over the floor. Ducking to hide, the squeaking of a door could be heard along with a, "Pst."

A sign of beckoning, I let out a sigh of relief. It would make sense that Peter was hiding out in the kitchen. Typical, typical Pan. Looking toward the door, it stayed cracked open as if it were waiting for me to come toward it. "Peter, next time you really need to tell me where you're going. I was so worried dude!"

Preparing myself to be stormed with his emotions, I clung onto the door and slowly creaked it open. The last thing we needed was to make anymore noise than we already had.

As soon as I slightly pushed the door open, a chill overtook the atmosphere. The microscopic hairs on my arms stood up as a cold shudder was sent through my spine. Of all places, why did he decide to hide in the freezer?

"Dude, I know you like ice cream but man it's-"

And a strong gust of wind loudly slammed the door behind me. As a lump formed in my throat, the surrounding atmosphere became eerie. It was so quiet in here that I could nearly hear the echoes of each breath that I took.

"Peter?" I asked as a cold cloud formed around my words. Echoing through the dark and freezing room, I  straight ran toward the door. Using all of my might to tug on it, it just wouldn't budge. "Please, whoever you are, just let me out of here!" I screamed as frustrated tears streamed down my face. "Please," I begged. "I've been through so much already today and I just really need to find my boyfriend."

"Well, well, well," emerged a masculine voice from behind one of the giant freezers. "No one ever mentioned that you were so emotionally vulnerable."

Scared, my body became as paralyzed as a rock. Not wanting to make any further movements, I began to think of the worst possible scenario. This guy could literally murder me and leave my body here until the chefs decided that it was time to thaw out the next meatloaf.

"Please," I begged. "I'm innocent! What do you want from me?"

Peeking out from behind the corner of one of the many giant, industrial freezers, his blue hoodie could be made out in the feint lighting.

"That's it!" I grabbed a nearby box and threw it at him and as it completely missed, a deep chuckle emerged from his chest. "That was pathetic!" He chuckled. "C'mon, you have to try way harder than that!"

As his hood managed to slip off his head, I could make out the pure white locks that framed his pale face. A certain coldness could be found dancing around in those light blue irises of his.

As a devilish smirk played on his lips, he extended his arm outward, opened his palms and all of a sudden, my feet were glued to the ground. Trying to slip out of my shoes was impossible, as everything from my ankles downward were encased in ice.

"So look here Miss Riverdale. I do hate to intrude and I'm sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances," he said as he folded his arms over his chest. "But I think it's best if we had a little chat."

© Lightning_Stryker 2017

*narrator voice*

And there is a sassy Jack Frost in his natural habitat.

And welp, Laney is pretty much in the most horrible situation because Peter is MIA, Jenna is upstairs, and her feet are encased in ice. Even I'm curious to see what happens from here XD

With that said, do you already hate Jack? :D (Because I do!) Then again, he's only said like 5 sentences so I guess I can't judge the guy...

See ya soon!

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