In this Christmas special, Maggie hears the story of a young elf who's mischievous ways makes her an outcast amongst her peers. It's not until she starts developing strange icy powers that she catches the eye of infamous ice pirate, Captain Jack Frost!

❄ Featured Song: Greatest Time Of Year by Ally & AJ ❄

6:19 a.m on December 24th
24 hours till Christmas Morning

Little Maggie Sparrow was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of Santa's splattered brains danced in her head!

With Jack the monkey in his hammock and her Dad having drank his night cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap...

Captain Jack always made it a point not to get fully drunk before Christmas. He didn't want to waste time treating a hangover, when he could spend that kind of time making memories with Maggie. So on the morning of Christmas Eve, when Jack awoke without a hangover, it was a strange relief. But then he noticed a bump under the covers... no, not that! A little person-sized bump.

Jack smiled sleepily. "Good morning, Maggie Luv" he patted the bump. "You know, I can't even remember the last time you crawled into bed with me. I remember when you were younger, you'd have a nightmare and ask to sleep with me." He smiled reminiscing.

"You want to get up, sweetheart?" He nudged her. "Daddy'll make you some breakfast. What would you like?"

"Eggs sound good" Maggie emerged from her cabin, walking across the room. "Do we have any bacon left?"

Jack's eyes widened as he sat up in bed. "Maggie?!" He yelled surprised.

"Yes, that's the name you gave me!" Maggie exclaimed sarcastically. "Very good! Now about the bacon..."

"Wait! Wait! Wait! If you were in your cabin the whole time then..." Jack threw back the covers to find Jack the Monkey was curled up under the covers.

"Oh my-- Get out of my bed, you hairy son of a bugger!" Jack snapped angrily. He reached for his pistol in his nightstand, but when he turned back Monkey Jack was gone.

"I think I showed him who's boss around he--" Captain Jack was cut off by the monkey swinging from out of nowhere and landing on his face.

Jack went toppling out of bed and rolled around the floor and kicking his heels. His protests and profanities were muffled as he tried to pry the little primate pirate off his face. But this only cause Jack the Monkey to cling to his face more.

Maggie heaved a sigh, watching them. "Fine! I'll make my own bacon and eggs!" She turned and headed to the galley.

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After breakfast, Maggie and Jack began baking cookies to leave out for Santa Claus. Maggie rolled the cookie dough and placed it on a baking tray. Jack sat at a nearby table watching her work. It was times like this, Maggie reminded him of her mother. Morgan used to bake, she claimed it was therapeutic for her. She also liked to tenderize steats when she was angry... unfortunately by the time she was done they all that was left was a pile of ground beef.

"Daddy, why are you smiling?" Maggie asked him, placing the baking sheet in the oven.

"Just thinking of how your mother used to stand right there and bake" Jack replied wistfully.

"I... I remind you of her?" Maggie questioned.

"Only everyday" Jack stared at her, grinning.

"Does it ever make you sad?" Maggie asked. "To have a living reminder of the one you lost?"

"No" Jack answered. "You were your mother's gift to me. The greatest gift I ever received. You were a gift to your mother as well. And I know she still treasures you, just from afar."

Maggie took off the oven mitts and Jack hoisted her onto his lap.

"You're a small peice of your mother, Maggie" Jack told her. "It's one of the reasons I love you so much. Not the only one, just one of the main ones."

Maggie nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes. "No more talking about past grief" she sighed. "You promised to tell me what happened to Crispin?"

"Who?" Jack asked.

"Crispin! The little rebel elf with amazing icy powers!" Maggie exclaimed.

"Oh! Yes, yes!" Jack nodded remembering. "Where did we leave off at...?"

"Uh... Crispin turned the North Pole into a frozen wasteland and past out into some unmentioned person's arms..." Maggie nodded. "Who I assume was Captain Jack Frost?"

"Right!" Jack remembered. "So! When Crispin awoke she found herself in a strange, cold unfamiliar setting..."

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Crispin's wide blue eyes snapped open and stared around the room she was in. She couldn't tell if she was still in the North Pole or not, wherever she was everything was covered in frost. But this didn't look like the kind of frost Crispin had made earlier. When she stomped her foot and caused Mistletoe to slip and fall in the cafeteria, she distinctly remembered the frost patterns being rounded and whimsically pretty. Like a frozen and light-blue spiral of wonder had spun out of control and turned into a frosty, fun and chaotic mess across the floor.

But these frost patterns were different. They were plain white and shaped like sharpened spikes and cracks, like the way lightning looked when it lit up the sky during a raging storm. The tips of the patterns all ended with a blackened tip, as if black ice had been streaked along end of the white pattern. They gave the room a dark and threatening aura. Like villainous and tortured souls surrounded Crispin and were waiting for the opportune moment to jump out and capture her.

Crispin slowly crawled out of the bed, careful not to make a sound. The floor boards creaked slightly as her feet landed softly on them. Crispin swallowed the nervous lump in her throat. The air was so cold, it was like all the oxygen in the room was still and frozen. It didn't bother her, but it did make her nervous.

Crispin wondered over to the door of the room and upon opening it, found herself on a ship. A ship made completely of ice! She went over to the railing and looked out, she wasn't anywhere near the North Pole. She couldn't even tell where she was, nothing seemed familiar. The ship she was on was floating on a frozen lake, docked in place by a nearby iceberg. It was night fall, Crispin stared up at the stars, they looked much brighter here than they did back at the Pole. The elves always had fires burning in their houses, causing smoke to fill the air above, to the point were you couldn't see the stars.

But this was amazing, the sky was a clear with little shimmering stars speckled across the inky black canvas of the night. It was dazzling to Crispin's eyes. She could've stay there and looked up at it forever. But suddenly she heard a guitar strumming and a male voice singing...

"The door was shut as it should be, before you went to bed that night. Yet Jack Frost manages to get in and leave your windows silver white!"

The melody of the song was bouncy but was sung in a forlorn and monotonous manner. Like the person singing it was depressed and couldn't be bothered. Crispin slowly walked down a staircase towards the singing.

"For creeping softly underneath the door, when all the lights go out. Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe and knows the things you think about. He paints them on the window pane, in fairy lines with frozen steam. And when you wake you'll see again, the lovely things you see in dream."

Crispin slowly opened the door at the bottom of the stairs and found herself in a cabin. A Captain's Cabin, by the looks of it.

Crispin peeked into the room and saw the source of the voice. It was the man from her dream the night prior! His cold blue eyes lined with white frost, stared down at the guitar made of clear blue, cracked ice he held. His hair was icicles hanging down from a dark blue bandana and he wore a white puff-sleeve shirt with a dark blue pinstripe vest, with silver frost along the edges of it. His pants matched the design of his vest, while his boots were darker shade of blue.

Crispin tried to take a closer look, but jumped as the door squeaked. The melody of the guitar seized and she heard the singer get up and walk towards the door she hid behind. Crispin quietly and swiftly began to walk back up the stairway. She hurried to the tall icy mast that was in the middle of the deck, she heard the telltale sound of boots coming up the stairs and quickly his behind the mast.

The man walked up onto the deck and stared around for any sign of an intruder, his sword drawn and ready. Crispin peeked out from the mast and upon getting a closer look at the curious stranger that had haunted her dreams, she found herself not feeling any fear. Just a strange alluring sense of wonder...

The man shrugged and left to go back to his cabin. Crispin sighed in relief.

Then an ice-cold hand snatched her shoulder. Her heart lept into her throat as she stared up at him.

"Not so fast" his voice was as horse and raspy as the frozen blowing wind of a snowstorm.

"I'm sorry!" Crispin told him. "I just woke up here. I-I don't even know--"

"Of course, you woke up here" he stated, matter-of-factly. "I knew you were here. I'm the one who brought you here."

"Yo-you did?" Crispin asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Yes... and I must say kudos on that little stunt you pulled at the North Pole" He said. "I thought I was the best anyone's ever seen, but you! You managed to freeze over Santa's entire village in just one take! And at such a young age! I must admit I'm rather jealous..."

"Oh my gumdrops! The Pole!" Crispin gasped, remembering. "I froze the entire North Pole! I need to get back there and fix it! Can you help me?"

"Help you?" The man stared her down. "Fix the North Pole?"

"Please! Christmas will be destroyed if we don't!" Crispin pleaded. "And I can ensure you will get a top spot on the nice list Mr...?"

"Captain!" The man introduced himself. "Captain Jack Frost."

"Jack Frost?" Crispin asked.

"Captain!" Jack shouted.

"Alright! Alright! Chill out!" Crispin told him.

"I don't have to chill out!" He yelled in frustration. "I am the very embodiment of chill!"

Crispin nodded, wide-eyed "Cool, cool..."

"That too!" Captain Frost told her.

Crispin sighed. Christmas wasn't getting any farther away and she was sitting here arguing with an anthropomorphic snowflake with an egocentric attitude.

"Will you or will you not help me restore the North Pole?" Crispin clarified her plea. "Christmas is less than a week away! We need to unfreeze the elves, so they can get back to making toys! Please, the children are expecting Santa to deliver!"

"So a few greedy brats don't get what they wanted? Boo-hoo!" Jack shrugged it off.

"What do you have against Christmas?" She asked, furrowing her brow.

"It's ridiculous!" Jack told her. "A whole day where Santa just gives out material possessions to snot-nosed little punks who do nothing to earn it? It's dangerous, is what it is! Christmas teaches kids that if you ask for it, you'll receive it. That's not what life's about!"

"That's not what Christmas is about either" Crispin told him. "It's the one time a year people are free to be with their family and friends, without having the excuse of a wedding or a funeral or something else. It's a time of year when people are compelled to open their hearts and minds to someone other than just themselves. A time when we're supposed to love each other because who knows when or if we'll ever see each other again! The presents are just merely symbols of Christmas, Mr. Frost."

"Captain!" Jack corrected.

"Whatever!" Crispin said. "So are you gonna help me or not...?"

Captain Jack stared down at the little girl. She was certainly determined to save Christmas. Perhaps he should've taken her out of that peppermint-scented hole sooner. Those elves have brainwashed her and warmed her heart. Nevertheless, he had a plan in place and there was no going back now.

Captain Frost painted on a wide grin, that would've creeped the Grinch out.

"Crispin, is it?" He inquired.

"Yes..." Crispin fidgeted uncomfortably. "Wait a minute, when did I tell you my na--"

"I have a proposition for you" Captain Frost stated. "Come inside my cabin..."

Crispin was suspicious by how sudden his mood changed from snide and sarcastic to generous and accommodating. But she didn't want to seem rude, so she followed him back down the steps to his cabin.

Upon entering Captain Frost's Cabin, Crispin noticed there was even more of the spikey dark frost patterns in there. The room was decidedly much colder than the rest of the ship and the desk and furniture in the cabin was made of either ice or snow. But the first thing Crispin noticed was a throne made of blackened ice in the middle of the room.

Captain Jack Frost sat down on it and patted his lap, gesturing for her to sit on it. Crispin wasn't sure of this, she hadn't been this nervous since her first and only encounter with Santa. It was a brief but nerve-racking tradition for each elf to sit upon St. Nick's lap and tell him their greatest wish for the good of humanity. It was a test to see if they were worthy of working for him. It still beats just handing in a resume.

Regardless Crispin walked up and sat on Captain Frost's lap. He pulled a polar bear fur blanket around her frame.

"Can I offer you some refreshments?" Jack asked, scraping a handful of frost off the nearest wall with his fingers.

"Sure" Crispin nodded. "Anything you have is fine..."

Jack thought about it for a moment. Then he grasped the snow in his fist and closed his eyes, concentrating. When he opened his fist again, the frost he had scraped off the wall was gone and replaced by a bowl of mint-chip ice cream. Her favorite flavor!

"Whoa!" Crispin was visibly impressed, as he handed her the bowl. "How did you do that?"

"I can make anything you wish" Jack explained. "So long as I have snow, ice or frost to do it. I can bend all the frozen elements to my will."

"Cool!" Crispin sucked on the dollop of ice cream on her spoon.

"Indeed" Captain Frost stated. "Now onto my proposition. You see, Crispin, the fact of the matter is I don't entirely think Christmas is terrible. Hearing how you went on about family and friends being a big part of Christmas, I must admit it made me a little depressed."

Crispin stopped eating the ice cream and looked at him. "Are you saying you don't have a family or friends?" She asked.

"Afraid not, no" Frost muttered sadly. "Being the king of winter is a job that takes me all over the place. I have to spread snow in all different parts of the globe, year after year. I never got around to having a family or making friends."

"Sounds lonely" Crispin nodded knowingly. "I never really had any friends either."

"Oh, bull-snow!" Jack scoffed. "A charming little sprite like you can't find a friend?" He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the excess ice cream from her mouth. "I've never heard of something so ridiculous."

"It's true" Crispin insisted. "The other elves mostly just ignore me cause I'm different."

"What of your family?" He asked. "Surely they must understand you a little?"

"I never knew my family" Crispin sighed. "They tell me I was found on the steps of Santa's Workshop in the middle of a blizzard year ago."

"Shame..." Frost put his head in his hand and tapped his fingers along his jaw in thought. "It appears we're just two lonely folks with no one to spend Christmas with."

Crispin glanced up at Jack Frost, he seemed genuinely depressed. She couldn't help but sympathize with him. It's no wonder why he wouldn't be fond of Christmas, considering he never had the most important part of it... people to share it with...

"I think your cookies are done..."

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"What?" Maggie asked, breaking away from the story.

"Your cookies that you were baking" Jack reminded her.

"Oh! Right!" Maggie rushed to get the oven mitts and took the freshly baked cookies out of the oven. She set them on table to cool.

"So am I still boring you with my story?" Captain Jack asked.

"It's... not as boring as I thought it would be" Maggie admitted, scraping the cookies onto a plate to cool.

"Prehaps you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover" Jack told her, smirking. "I know I taught you that somewhere down the line..." He swiped a cookie from the plate she left, taking a bite of it.

Maggie whirled around. "Daddy! No!" She cried. "Spit it out! That's for Santa!"

"He's not gonna miss one cookie, Luv!" Jack shrugged, chewing.

"But those cookies are poison!" Maggie told him. "I laced them with cyanide!"

"What?!" Captain Jack spit the cookie out, using his sleeve to wipe his tongue off. He sighed and took a drink of a glass of milk on the table.

"And that has arsenic in it!" Maggie exclaimed.

Jack spit out the milk too, gagging and sputtering. "Where did you even get all these types of poisons?!" He yelled, exasperated.

"Do you want to know?" Maggie raised a brow.

"No! No! Never mind!" Jack shook his head.

"Good, cause if you found out I'd probably have to kill you too!" Maggie muttered.

"What?!" Jack snapped.

"Kidding! Kidding!" Maggie told him, giggling.

Jack sighed, shaking his head. "Maggie, has it ever occurred to you that all these attempts on Santa's life, could land you on the naughty list?" He asked.

"Yeah... but I don't care" Maggie shrugged. "So an old geezer thinks I'm evil, big bloody deal! Throw an eyesore of a wig and a pegleg on him and that's basically Barbossa!"

"Come to think of it, I used to be quite the naughty list legend myself" Captain Jack told her.

"No! Not you, Daddy!" Maggie asked with a sarcastic smirk.

"I was!" Jack insisted. "Got nothing but coal in my stocking for five years straight once!"

"What did you do with it?" Maggie asked.

"I found a use for it..." Captain Jack gestured to his coal-lined eyes.

"Well, that explains a lot..." Maggie muttered with a small smile. "So what happened next?"

"Well, I suppose Santa got used to the idea that I wasn't really naughty, it was just me personality" Jack said, reminiscing.

"Not to you!" Maggie exclaimed. "What happened to Crispin?"

"Oh! Crispin!" Jack nodded. "Well..."

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Crispin sympathized with Captain Jack Frost, so she offered him an accord...

"Well... since neither of us have families or friends" Crispin suggested, timidly. "It stands to reason that we should spend Christmas together... that is, if you want to."

"Wonderful idea!" Captain Frost exclaimed, excitedly.

"But!" She told him.

"But?!" He cried, exasperated. "But my butt!"

"I'll only spend Christmas here with you, if you promise me now, that you will help me unfreeze the North Pole!" Crispin told him.

"Help me unfreeze the North Pole" Jack Frost mimicked her. "Relentless little thing, aren't you?"

"There's no way I can enjoy Christmas, knowing the children of the world aren't!" Crispin argued.

Frost sighed heavily. "Fine!" He agreed reluctantly. "I'll help you unfreeze the North Pole."

"Great!" Crispin hopped off his lap. "Let's head back now and get started."

Captain Frost reached out and pinched the collar of her dress, yanking her back onto his lap.

"Hold up there, little lady!" He told her. "I promised to help you, but I didn't promise I'd help you right away."

"But if the elves don't get to work right away, they won't finish the toys in time for Chris--"

"They will!" Jack Frost assured her. "I can make anything you like, remember?"

"Yeah..." Crispin nodded softly.

"So what's stopping me from making all the toys they're missing?" Jack asked. "I can do that! All I need is snow... and for goodness sake, we're in the North Pole. The snow capital of the world! Antarctica's got nothing on this winter wasteland!"

"But are you absolutely certain you can do that?" Crispin asked. "Cause there's a ton toys to finish and starting tomorrow, Christmas Eve is only three days awa--"

Jack Frost placed a cold finger to her lips, he stood up and placed her on his throne. He stood in front of her as he stared at a large pile of snow in the corner. He focused on it, until the pile began to unravel, snowflake by snowflake and went swirling about above their heads. Each tiny individual snowflake began connecting with each other to form... a teddy bear!

The stuffed animal landed softly in Crispin's lap. She ran her fingers along it, inspecting it. Flawless stitching, even stuffing, silky soft fur... it was perfect! Crispin grinned and hugged it.

Suddenly more toys fell around her as well! A China doll, a Jack-in-the-box, a toy solider and a model train with a full-length track and a working whistle, blaring away! A doll house, a fire engine, a baby doll that talks cries and wets itself! A stack of board games, a pogo stick, bicycles, tricycle and even a unicycle! Chemistry sets, yo-yo's, little red wagons, pop-up story books, sock monkey's and finger paints! Baseballs, basketballs, footballs and volleyballs! Slinky's, building blocks, bottles of bubble solution and hula hoops! And more! Much much more!

Crispin was in complete and utter awe! In a matter of minutes, Captain Frost had completed an amount of products that would've taken the elves a week or more to complete! The room was now full to busting with toys!

"So what do you think?" Frost asked her.

Crispin rose from the ice throne and walked towards him. "I think..." she trailed off, looking around in wonder. Then she wrapped her arms around him. "I think I'm gonna like spending Christmas with you!"

"Whoa! What are you doing?!" Frost scrabbled out of her grasp as if she were on fire.

"I was just hugging you" Crispin shrugged.

"Ah... hugging" He nodded, straighting out his coat. "Prehaps this is the right time to explain the rules of my ship. Rule one is no hugging!"

"But I was just trying to show my affection and appreciation towards you!" Crispin explained.

Frost ignored her. "If you must hug something, build yourself a snowman and hug that!" He told her. "In fact, let's try to keep all physical contact between us to a minimum."

"Doesn't really seem natural..." Crispin shook her head slightly.

"You just witnessed me make a room full of toys appear out of nothing but snow, but the fact that you can't hug me... that seems unnatural to you?" Captain Frost stared at her sarcastically.

Crispin shrugged, biting her lip. He wasn't wrong...

Captain Frost showed Crispin to the spare cabin she'd be staying in. The room was painted white with blue snowflakes all over the walls. The bed was a sleigh with a soft fluffy duvet, with a black silhouette of a winter wonderland embroidered along the bottom.

Crispin laid down on the sleigh bed. "This baby could even put Santa's sleigh to shame" she bounced up and down on it.

She laid back onto the bed and sighed, it was like a laying on a cloud. She opened her eyes and glanced up at something dangling over the bed. It was a mobile, the kind you'd see hanging over the cradle in a baby's nursery. The blue charms that hung from it were a snowflake, a penguin, a snowman and a polar bear. But it wasn't just the beauty of the mobile that had Crispin mesmerized...

"I know this from somewhere..." she murmured, reaching out to touch it.

Captain Frost watched her, his eyes widened. "Time for bed!" He said quickly, grabbing the mobile and placing it carefully in a nearby drawer. "Now go to sleep" he began walking to the door.

"Aren't you going to tuck me in?" Crispin asked.

Frost heaved a sigh. "You didn't need to tucked in at the North Pole, so why should I...?" He stopped when he saw the lonely look on Crispin's face. This kid was just starved for affection...

"Fine" Jack sighed.

He pulled the covers over Crispin's chest and stopped short, not certain if could stomach a forehead kiss. So he merely patted her head and left.

"Good night!" Crispin called after him.

"...Good night" he muttered, shutting the door behind him.

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Captain Jack Frost had made a name for himself by doing just what his name implied, bringing frost, snow and winter to the most of the world. Children would race outside and build snowmen, have snowball fights, go ice skating on frozen lakes and catch snowflakes on their tongues. They would marvel at his work, play in it and enjoy the season he worked so hard to produce. Jack loved to see his work appreciated. At least he did, before he came...

Santa Claus... he brought the children gifts, decorations and holiday fun. He taught them to enjoy warmth, love and family. Pretty soon, children were running inside their homes to write letters to Santa or decorate their Christmas tree's or hang their stockings! No one cared about how Jack crafted each snowflake uniquely! Or how he drew frost patterns on the window pains! Or even if he created a blizzard to prevent them from going to school!

Over the years, less and less children played in the snow. But almost all of them, prepared for the arrival of Santa Claus. Meanwhile only a small portion of kids even knew the name: Jack Frost.

Captain Frost returned to his own cabin and began to check his list and then check it twice. Except this list wasn't for who's naughty or nice, it's was a plan. A plan he'd been working on for the past nine years. A plan to destroy Christmas forever!

Captain Jack Frost was tired of playing second fiddle to that pompous, wheezing, old elf! Santa had stolen his thunder, he caused him to be useless and so Jack formed a plan:

Step 1: Birth a child and leave said child on the steps of Santa's Workshop.

Step 2: Await the moment the child's powers come in and wait for lack of family to cause it's heart to break and freeze over the North Pole.

Step 3: Steal child back and distract it with love and attention while Christmas goes unsaved.

Step 4: Sit back and laugh as children stop believing in Santa Claus!

Step 5: Give them a snow day to end all snow days and win back public popularity!

His daughter had already froze over the North Pole, albeit unintentionally. Now it was just a matter of getting her to stay with him and not interfere.

As Captain Frost opened his desk drawer to put the written plan away, his face softened upon seeing a picture in the drawer. He took it out and looked at it, it depicted himself a few years prior, with a brown-haired woman in a red knit sweater and white mittens and a matching pom-pom hat. Her arms wrapped around him from behind as they both beamed a smile.

Frost sighed. "Nikki..." he said to no one present. "I love you... but I have to do this. I'm doing it for us... everything could've been perfect if he'd had just left us alone."

With a heavy heart, he placed the photo back in the drawer with his plan and prepared for bed.

As he took off his coat, Jack noticed a strange liquid sensation on the left side of his chest. He gasped in shock, knowing exactly what it was. He hadn't felt that in years! He didn't think it was still possible!

His heart... was melting! It had been frozen over for years, now it was melting?! Now?! When he was about to put his master plan into action!

Jack sighed in frustration and tried to think cold, frozen thoughts. Icicles! ...rammed through the hearts of snowmen! Blizzards! ...blowing Santa's sleigh off course and causing it to crash into smithereens! Ice cubes! ...With flies in them...? Well, it was never good when that happened either, right?

Jack couldn't let that little elf girl melt his heart now! Not when he was so close to victory over that red menace, Santa!

Captain Jack Frost huffed and decided to sleep it off. His heart had been frozen for years! So logically, it would take a lot more than some doe-eyed little girl to melt it!

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The next day, Captain Frost was in his cabin thinking of excuses to keep Crispin aboard the ship with him and keep his ridiculous heart from having a meltdown. But he could barely hear himself think with all the noise coming from the deck above. To Frost, the pitter-patter of little feet was like the thundering pounding of a gym class full of stampeding elephants. The squeaky little giggles of joy were like nails shrieking down a blackboard.

Frost sighed, rubbing his temples. "A group of penguins is called a waddle. A group of polar bears is called a celebration. But one little girl is... a migraine!" He muttered in frustration.

He got up from his desk chair and marched up to the main deck, where Crispin was running amok. Upon stepping up to the deck, Frost found that Crispin had littered the deck with the toys he had made the night prior. She had built a snowman and a chair for herself made from snow. Jack noticed that it bared certain resemblances to his throne in his cabin.

Crispin came popping out of a snowbank across the deck, giggling.

"Elf!" He shouted to her across the deck.

She stopped and looked at him. "Crispin!" She corrected, panting.

"Little girl!" He settled on, sighing. "I have work to do. I'm a busy man. It is December, my busy season. And I can't work, if you're up here shrieking like a banshee! Understand?"

"But it's Christmas?" Crispin said, confusion wavering in her voice.

"Oh! Well, I guess I better just drop everything then!" Frost replied in a sarcastic and snippy tone. "The world can go without snow, because it's Christmas. The polar ice caps can melt and cause the earth to flood, because it's Christmas! We can't all have the luxury of your boss and savior, Santa Claus!"

"Santa works Christmas" Crispin told him.

"Gee, a whole day per year..." Frost rolled his eyes. "Must be nice."

Crispin furrowed her eyebrows with a defensive look on her face. Frost had struck a nerve in her. While Crispin wasn't close to the elves back at the Pole, Santa was always an exception in her eyes. Honestly, it was hard to hate a man so full of generosity and cheer. Crispin had never met him, aside from sitting on his lap that one time, but she knew he was a good man over all. Santa was the one who allowed the elves to take Crispin in when she was a baby and Santa was the one who employed her. Although he was much higher up than her in the North Pole, he was the man in charge of it all and she was just another cog in the machine. Still Crispin felt she owed it to him to stand up for him.

"What do you have against Santa?" She asked, her voice taking on a bitter tone. It must have been quite audible because Jack looked at her, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"I... I don't have anything against Santa" Frost told her. "It's just compared to him, I work harder to make winter... without the help of an army of elves, I might add."

Crispin nodded. She could hear something in Jack's voice that sounded apologetic, maybe with a hint of sincerity. But his face had a badly hidden look of secrecy. He was holding something back and Crispin saw it. But her empathetic nature held her back from pursuing it.

"Hey, Captain Frost" Crispin changed the subject. "I've been thinking... is it possible we're related?"

Captain Frost froze... and not in the way he usually did! As much as he wished he could, he couldn't let Crispin know she was his daughter. There was just too much emotional baggage to unpack along with that revelation and he hadn't the slightest idea on how to explain it to a child. Besides going down memory lane would only distract him. Frost knew he needed to focus on his plan right now.

"Captain?" Crispin said softly.

"Hmm?" Jack turned to look at her.

"Where'd you go?" She asked, noticing how he lost in thought he was.

"Nowhere. What makes you think we're related?" Captain Frost asked her.

"Well, last night in bed I thought about how I froze the North Pole and how you have similar snow powers, so--"

"Plenty of people have ice powers" He shrugged off her question.

"Name six more besides us...?" Crispin challenged him.

Frost stared at her, until he came up with an excuse. When he couldn't, he changed the subject to what he originally came out here for.

"I have to get back to work" Jack told her. "So keep the noise down!"

"Fine" Crispin shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips. "I won't make any noise."

"Good" Frost turned and headed back to his cabin.

When suddenly he felt a cold, wet sphere explode across his back. He turned and looked at Crispin who had already exploded into a fit of giggles.

"That's not even that funny!" Jack told her. "It's immature, if anything!"

Crispin took another handful of snow and molded it into a ball.

"Don't you dare try that again!" Captain Frost ordered.

Crispin frowned looking between him and the snowball. She seemed to be intimidated by his authority and then threw the snowball, hitting his in the forehead.

"Crispin!" Frost yelled, wiping snow from his face.

"Ha-ha! Made you get my name right!" She giggled.

"I am not getting in a snowball fights with you!" Jack vowed.

"Oh good, cause this--" Crispin threw another snowball at his chest. "--Isn't even a snowball fight! It can't be a real fight if the other person doesn't reciprocate!" She threw another snowball, hitting his arm. "Then it's just target practice! And you're the easiest target I ever had!"

"Alright! Listen here, you little--" Jack began until Crispin chucked a snowball at his head and it knocked his hat right off his head.

"That's it!" Frost yelled, bending down to make a snowball.

Crispin giggled, running out of range. Jack tossed the snowball but missed, hitting the mast instead.

"Missed me! Missed me! Now you gotta kiss me!" She taunted him.

"Kiss this!" Jack yelled, as a snowball hit her in the face.

Crispin went stumbling backwards onto the deck, as Jack laughed in victory.

"Ow!" Crispin groaned, beginning to sob.

Jack stopped laughing and rushed over to her. "Are you alright?" He tried to help her up. "I guess I shouldn't have put as much heat on that, since you're smaller and--" He was cut off by a snowball being crammed in his face.

"Psyche!" Crispin shouted, getting up and running away.

"Oh, you're asking for it, Missy!" Captain Frost took off after her.

Crispin giggled as she ducked and dodged his frozen ammunition. She even decapitated one of the snowmen she'd built, to throw the head at him. Captain Frost fought back, only occasionally using his powers. At first he tried to dismiss all shows of fun and happiness, but after a while he couldn't help it. He soon found himself grinning and laughing just as much as Crispin.

The two ended up spending the rest of the afternoon, flinging snow, roughhousing and having fun. It wasn't until the sun began to set that they quieted down, sitting against a snowbank together, tired but happy, looking back on the day.

"Captain Frost..." Crispin said. "You know I never knew my family. But..." she trailed off.

"But?" Jack asked.

"But... if I could choose who to be family with" Crispin said. "I'd want you as my Dad."

"I don't think..." Jack started, then Crispin rested her head against his chest. "I don't think I'd mind that" he finished, wrapping an arm around her.

But he felt a tinge of regret, as he felt the ice around his heart began to drip more rapidly.

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"So Crispin's love is literally melting Captain Jack Frost's heart?" Maggie asked.

"Indeed!" Captain Jack nodded. "Little girls have an unintentional habit of doing that with their Daddies." He gave her a knowing smirk.

"Sometimes it is intentional!" Maggie grinned mischievously. "That way the Daddies are much more blind to their tricks!"

Captain Jack rolled his eyes, nodding.

"That snowball fight between Crispin and Captain Frost sounded fun though" Maggie sighed. "I wish it would snow here..."

"In the Caribbean? Wishful thinking, Luv" Jack told her.

"Maybe we could improvise" Maggie suggested, staring at her baking equipment.

"Improvise snow?" Jack asked. "How do you expect to do tha--" he stopped as Maggie took a sifting basket full of powdered sugar and sprinkled it onto his head.

Maggie giggled as the sweet white powder coated her father's dreadlocks, making him look like a real-life Captain Jack Frost!

Jack glared playfully at her. "Don't start what you can't finish, little girl!" He grabbed a white frosting piping bag and pointing it at her.

Maggie's eyes widened, before she took off running. Captain Jack followed, squirting cookie icing at her.

"Not the hair! Not the hair!" Maggie shrieked with glee.

"How do you like me now, ye little sugar fiend!" Captain Jack called after her.

AN: Part 3 will hopefully be up before Christmas! Hope you enjoyed this! Now make my Christmas wish come true by commenting and hitting that ☆! Happy Holidays!