So, I'm still on a pretty awful writer's block, but I had this idea for what happened to Jack during the 300 years that Elsa was dead. It's not an official chapter, so we'll just call it a special feature. It's not mandatory to read, so you don't have to if you don't want to. Hope you enjoy it!

"It's about time," a voice that Jack recognized as Bunnymund's came out. Jack immediately tried to sit up, only to have pain shooting up his sides and chest. He groaned in pain, stopping his futile attempts.

"You've been out for 3 months," North said, his eyes full of genuine concern. "You were outside the factory, bleeding and half-dead. What happened, Jack?"

"Pitch..." he began, before remembering Elsa. Everything else faded away as he realized what had happened. Elsa had traded her life for his. The girl who had began feeling more like a sister, but over time had become something much more. He had come to love her.

And she had given herself up to Pitch in order to save him.

Whenever he closed his eyes Elsa's ice blue eyes stared back.

He forcibly pushed the pain away. He was a Guardian and he had to face Pitch Black, the Boogeyman and the Nightmare King.

"We'll have a plate of fresh baked cookies and milk, yes?" North asked. To North, everything was made better with milk and cookies.

North was a huge man, stronger than a yeti, and had arms covered in tattoos. He was the leader of the Guardians and merciless in a fight, so much so that Jack would never dare to face him. Yet, he was a child at heart. He loved toys, his milk and cookies, and he loved to laugh loud and joyfully.

"Milk and cookies sound good," Jack whispered. He clenched his fist tightly, a nervous habit that he always had but just realized.

"Milk and cookies!" North commanded a gaggle of elves. They all jumped at his command but ran in different directions and a few ran into one another before moving on.

Jack would have laughed if his heart did not feel like it weighed thousands of pounds.

Memories of his time with Elsa filtered through his mind. His heart ached as he realized she was most likely dead.

"About time," North grumbled as a few elves came in carrying a platter of cookies that was larger than all of them. They were quickly followed by an elf carrying a pitcher as large as him and another elf carrying two empty glasses.

North relieved the elves of their burdens and placed them upon the table next to Jack. He had to push back designs and half-made toys off the table but he managed not to knock anything off.

"Off with you," North said, waving the scurrying elves away. After a few seconds of confusion, the elves ran off. North sighed heavily then sat next to Jack on the bench he was laying on. He poured milk into both glasses then picked up one and drank deeply from it. Jack tentatively picked at a cookie but he never brought it up to his mouth.

"Do you know what happened to Elsa?" North asked him suddenly.

Jack peered at his fellow Guardian in confusion then it dawned on him.

Something terrible must have happened to Elsa when she made the trade. North was going to try to break it to him gently. He knew it was true. He could tell by the way North would not meet his eyes, the hunch to his shoulders, and the solemn look upon his face.

"No," Jack whispered, afraid to raise his voice.

North sighed heavily and ran his fingers over the rim of his glass. He mumbled, "There are two ways for a human to become a spirit...The first way is to be chosen by an extremely powerful spirit, like in your case with the Man in Moon...Or the second, like in my case, to become a legend, myth, or a folk tale – that renown – that belief made me a spirit..."

"I know that," Jack replied with an edge to his voice. "It's Basic Spirit Knowledge 101. What does this have to do with Elsa?"

"Jack," North stated, his eyes finally falling on Jack's and steadfastly holding his gaze. He continued in a serious tone, "Pitch created a story...a myth, about Elsa. He planted that myth in millions of people's minds and filled them with terror."

Jack felt as if he had been jolted by lightening as he understood what North was trying to get across.

He jumped into the air, forgetting his pain, and demanded, "Where is she?!"

"Sit down."

"No! I have to find her! I need to see her now!" Jack gasped. His guilt and sadness began to abate and be replaced by hope.

"Jack, you need to sit down for what I am about to tell you," North stated, his eyes hard.

Jack slowly floated back down to the bench and as soon as his full weight was on it he asked, "What is it?"

"Elsa is the Snow Queen."

Jack's vision tilted.

He gasped, "It's not possible."

The Snow Queen was the most evil of the winter spirits. Her story was about how she stole a young woman's suitor and tried all within her power to keep him. It was only with the power of true love that the young woman got her suitor back. The Snow Queen herself was known for having a frozen heart and being unable to love.

Jack had avoided the Queen. He had never approved of her methods and was never interested in making her acquaintance. Her ice castle was located in the South Pole, where it was always cold. He never needed to bring about the beginning of winter there. The Snow Queen never left the boundaries of her castle.

"The true story became warped, thanks to Pitch's nightmares, and her myth turned bad..." North explained.

"B-But the Snow Queen is evil," Jack gasped, jumping into the air again. This time North did not ask him to sit. Jack stuttered, "S-She is the spirit responsible for the blizzards – the bad blizzards, the ones that kill people! A-And she's in league with Pitch! She's his --!" Jack stopped as his stomach turned at the thought. He gasped, barely able to believe it, "—she's his Queen."

For a brief second, Jack imagined Pitch's dark grey hands on Elsa's pale, beautiful skin. He instantly felt enraged. Pitch was the reason Elsa's myth had turned bad, he had no right to touch her nonetheless be her King.

Then the obvious notion hit him and Jack felt an inkling of hope. His eyes shot back to North and he demanded, "She doesn't remember, does she? Tooth has her human memories like she had mine, doesn't she?"

"Jack-," North said in warning. He got to his feet but Jack rose with him so North would not tower over him.

"She can remember!" Jack continued, "She can turn good again and join our side!"

"It's not that simple," North stated, shaking his head.

"Of course it's simple!" Jack retorted, "All she needs are her memories!"

"Right now she is the Snow Queen, Jack," North hissed. "If you even try to approach her she will attack you with abominable snowmen or worse! And if you somehow manage to get past all her guards and attacks and get to her, what makes you think she will believe you? Or trust you for that matter? All she knows about you is that you were once a neutral winter spirit but are now a Guardian, her enemy. You just defeated her husband and King in a major battle. For all she knows, you are going after her to further hurt Pitch or to just put another notch in your belt!"

Jack gripped his staff so hard he was surprised it did not break.

"Do not call him her husband," Jack hissed.

"They rule the dark myths and legends together, Jack. You know as well as I do that they have been a couple since Elsa became a spirit...Pitch Black is her husband."

Jack roared in frustration and hit an ice sculpture off North's table. He paused only to watch it break into a million, sparkling pieces. He turned his fury on the rest of North's workshop. He swung his staff like a bat, knocking toys and other spectacular inventions down.

North waited a few seconds before grabbing Jack in his strong grip. He enfolded his hands over Jack's on the staff. Jack pulled wildly, trying to escape and screamed indiscriminately at him. North's expression remained neutral and he did not move an inch despite the hate Jack verbally spewed at him and the kicks to the face he received from Jack's bare feet.

Eventually, he grew exhausted and slumped into North's hold.

North gently stated, "I know this hurts but there is nothing we can do..."

Gasping for breath, Jack raised his head and met North square in the eye. He hissed to the larger man, "I don't care what it takes! I am going to Tooth's, getting her memories, and then going to her! I don't care if it takes centuries – I don't care if I lose my Guardianship –! I don't care if I die—! I love Elsa but I was not strong enough to stay with her and stop her from joining Pitch! But it is different now! I am not going to fail her this time!"

North gently released him and Jack jumped out of his reach.

"Good luck," North said with a sad smile.

"I will do it," Jack promised North and himself. He pointed his staff to one of North's windows and he went flying from the workshop in the direction of Toothina's palace.

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