FROZEN 3: Elsa and Jack Frost

SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD 

Outside a frozen lighthouse, the wind was whistling quietly.

Jack Frost was sprawled on his bed, with his white hair tousled against the blue sheets of his beddings.

His chest kept rising and falling quickly, in the same manner, his lashes beat against his lower eyelids, fluttering. 

Then, his eyes shot open.

The icy blue in his irises shone brightly for a second before going back to its normal glow.

Propping his arms on the bed, he pulled himself to sit up. 

"Aargh," he groaned, clutching his chest with his right hand. 

Pain was moving through him, like shards of ice.

It felt like it was piercing him.

Jack swung his legs off the side of the bed, placing his bare feet on the cold floor. 

As he breathed out, short puffs of mist escaped his lips. 

He turned toward the frost-covered window at the other end of the room. 

The lighthouse, his sanctuary, stood high and (of course) solitary on a jagged cliff.

It was surrounded by an endless wide berth of ice and snow.

Closing his eyes, Jack breathed in and out, slowly, but winced again, squeezing the front of his chest tightly.

He opened his eyes again and reached his left hand out, curling his fingers around his staff that was resting on the wall by his bed. 

The staff vibrated and pulsed a bit at his touch.

"Why...?" he whispered to himself.

He shuffled on his feet toward the window, still holding his hand to his chest. 

Raising the staff in his left hand, its tip started to glow white as frost began to swirl in the air.

Jack moved the staff, tracing a crescent moon symbol on the dark sky with ice.

The symbol glittered, shining a pale blue beacon that hung in the sky like a second moon. 

Its glow moved outwards, shining down on the landscape below

Jack watched it for some seconds, leaning on the window frame. "Let's see if they answer." 

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Far away in her lush, beautiful palace in a jungle canopy, Toothiana fluttered around, supervising her flock of little tooth fairies. 

Sounds of tiny wings buzzing and the sparkle of fairy dust was what could be heard and seen as the little one moved—- no darted about, sorting and storing teeth into crystal cases.

"To the left!" Tooth said to one fairy. 

"Careful with that one, it's a first molar!"

She had just settled onto a golden swing adorned with feathers and jewels, her perch, when a glow of light caught her eye. 

Tooth froze while her wings started fluttering nervously.

"The moon…"

She could see the crescent moon symbol in the night sky.

"Alright, my darlings," she called to her fairies, clapping her hands. 

"Keep everything in order while I'm gone. Looks like Jack needs us."

The little fairies chirped and even saluted, buzzing about more with a new set of energy while Toothiana flew out the window of the palace.

Heading for the North Pole, she flew so fast that she looked like a streak of light.