God, please let Jamie be alright...
This is my fault... those horses were after me... I should've stayed...!
Jack ignored his conscious and trudged on, his bag slumped on one shoulder while his staff rested against the other. He had long since given up flying, as the trees and branches kept coming in the way. But flying over the trees ould probably get him spotted so that was a no go.
He kept walking with no aim, munching on an apple which he found in the bag. He had been surprised when he had found some food and a water bottle in his bag, remembering how Jamie had thrown only his clothes and some other things which he would need, but then he realised that North must have had this arranged just in case anything happened on the way.
And knowing that he was getting nowhere, Jack had given up all hope that he would find any human habitat. He had already started thinking about what he would do later on.
Probably find a suitable branch and fall to his death.
But of course, he was just exaggerating.
Nah, can't do that... Then I can't win the Tachyons cup... And Emma...
Keeping that as his only reason to get out alive, he trudged on and finally, after hours of walking, Jack saw some light ahead. The corners of his lips lifted in a grin before he picked up his speed and ran ahead. And before he knew, he had started flying towards the source of the light, unaware of the strong winds he had caused behind him in his haste to get there.
His powers, which were based on his emotions, made the winds intense as too much relief and happiness washed over him. All of a sudden, his powers unknowingly started something like a mini-tornado behind him and Jack, not aware of it following him, just blindly flew towards the light.
He stopped when he saw that it was not a city, as he had hoped, but was rather an empty Ice Skating Rink, with shops all around it. Jack, flew over to the middle of the rink, looking around in confusion and still not aware of the god-damned storm he had caused. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw a road right next to the rink, going through the forest. But then he grew even more confused when he heard some rustling sounds behind him.
He turned and saw that the winds he had caused had formed a mini-tornado thingy, small yet strong, and was heading right towards him. Looking around and not knowing what to do, Jack shot up into the air, and could only see the forest everywhere. He would have flown even higher to catch a glimpse of some city or something but after running for an hour, he was left exhausted and tired, and he had already eaten all the food in his bag. So, sighing in defeat, he came down a bit and tried gaining control of the tornado thing. But instead of vanishing it or at least guiding it away, he accidentally made it bigger. The winds became even stronger and started lifting up several objects. And one of them was a huge, huge stone. The thing came flying and was right in the middle of the rink already.
Jack tried his best to make the winds weaker and smaller and finally, after trying a lot, the tornado became smaller and was almost vanishing, when the stone fell hard on the ice, creating a loud noise and breaking the whole rink. Jack's eyes widened when he saw the lights get switched on in the shops, and doors started opening. He looked around wildly and found his bag fallen in front of one of the shops. He quickly flew towards it, grabbed it and was just about to fly away, when the door opened in front of him.
Jack gulped as he looked up, and met with wide and sleepy green eyes. The girl just stared at him for a moment, before she screamed, brought something from behind her back, and before he knew it, Jack's world turned black.
.....
"Hey man, wake up! !"
Jack's eyebrows furrowed. He slowly ad painfully opened his eyes and tried to sit up, but immediately regretted the attempt when his head started throbbing as if a hundred elephants had trampled all across his head.
"Here, this helps with the pain." He heard a male voice, the same one which had irritated him to wake up. Jack looked up and saw a man with brown hair, light brown eyes and a goatee, grinning at him and holding out a tablet and a glass of water to him. Jack just raised an eyebrow but did not move to take it.
"No thanks," he muttered.
"Well, okay then. I have no problem if you die of an aching head." The guy with the goatee retorted sarcastically. Jack rolled his eyes before taking the tablets, not even thanking him.
"Who the hell are you? And where on Earth am I?" Jack asked.
"I'm Flynn Rider. And you, my friend, are in our store basement." Guy-with-goatee, called Flynn, said.
"Wow, what an amazing explanation. And why, might I ask, is my head hurting so badly?" Jack groaned.
"That would be thanks to my wife. She gets panicked very easily. And what the hell do you expect her to do when a stranger is just sitting in front of the door, right after some sorta explosion noise? Her reaction was instant, she took her Frying Pan and hit you on the head with it." Flynn shrugged.
"A Frying pan?" Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Her weapon. It really does come in handy in times of trouble. And I hope you have your own weapon 'cause you are in serious trouble dude." Flynn explained.
"Trouble? Me? What the hell did I do? And where are my other things?" Jack hissed, noticing that his bag and his staff were not here.
"Well, let's see. Uprooted many trees, broke all the windows of the shops thanks to the storm you caused, broke our ice rink and scared my precious wife, Rapunzel. Oh, and your items are safe with Punzie." Flynn said.
"Punzie, your wife?" Jack asked.
"Yeah-"
"Hey Rider, is he up?" Another male voice from the other side of the door interrupted their conversation.
"Yup!" Flynn replied.
"Okay then. I'll let the others know. You know where to bring him." The voice said.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever Kristoff," Flynn said, rolling his eyes before turning to Jack.
"C'mon mister rink-crasher. We've got a meeting to attend." Flynn said, pulling Jack to his feet.
"Meeting? Wha-"
"Just shut up and come." Flynn rolled his eyes before dragging the poor racer up the stairs and out of the building. Jack watched as he was dragged into another building, which happened to be the biggest around there.
The two went to the basement and Flynn gestured him to walk through a set of huge double doors. Jack raised an eyebrow but did as he was told to do. His eyes widened when he saw a bunch of people sitting on benches on either side of the hall, a table placed in the very front on a slightly raised platform, and all the people were staring directly at him. He recognised the woman with the blonde hair and green eyes from the previous night, sitting in the front next to another woman who looked about the same age as her, with strawberry blonde hair and bright turquoise eyes. There were at least five other people in the room, which made Jack nervous.
Did I end up getting kidnapped by an isolated family or something?
Flynn asked Jack sit on the chair placed in front of the raised platform. Warily, Jack did so and before he knew it, he was handcuffed to the chair.
"What the-"
"I wouldn't open my mouth if I were you, buddy," Said a blonde guy said, and Jack recognised his voice as the person who told Flynn to bring him down.
"What the hell is happening here?" Jack hissed.
"Well, you're held captive." Flynn shrugged.
"I can see that, I'm not blind. But why?" Jack asked.
"I think you already know the answer to that," A female voice interrupted their conversation. Flynn and Kristoff quickly got back to their seats when a tall woman, seemingly older than the other two women, with beautiful platinum blonde hair in a sophisticated bun and wearing a dark blue skirt, a dark blue blouse and a black cardigan walked in, some paper in her hands, a frown on her beautiful face and blue eyes serious and cold.
Wow, she's gorgeous... Maybe I should just flirt with her? That's what the other trainees told would work if I ever got in trouble with a woman...
Making up his mind, Jack quickly plastered a smirk on his face, which usually had all the fans screaming.
"Well, hello there," He said with a wink.
The woman merely raised an eyebrow before she gracefully sat on the chair behind the table on the platform, glaring down at him.
"What is your name, mister?" She asked in a cold voice.
"A wee bit harsh, are we?" He grinned. But then he blinked and his eyes widened when he saw a really really sharp icicle right in front of his eyes, which made him gulp.
"Just answer the damned question." The woman hissed.
Well, she isn't gonna be swayed by your charms a voice yelled in his head. Jack's expression returned to his previous unamused and irritated one accompanied by a scowl on his face.
"Jack," he said.
"Full name," the lady hissed. Jack's scowl deepened and he was starting to hate this woman already.
"Jack Frost," he said more clearly.
"So, Jack Frost, I believe you know why you've been captured?" The woman asked.
"Geez, of course, I do. Your men gave me plenty of information about why I'm here." He rolled his eyes.
"Not the sharpest sword in the armory, I see." The woman rolled her eyes, pulling the icicle away. "You've been held captive for destroying our ice rink, which is our main source of income, broke the windows of all the shops, and thanks to you, many trees aren't alive anymore and one of us had a panic attack because of your sudden appearance," She said, rolling her eyes -again- at the end.
"So?" he asked.
"'So?' You, mister, are gonna be punished for the destruction you've caused," she said.
"Pfft, like I even care." He rolled his eyes.
"You will. 'Cause you won't be returning home until you finish your punishment," She smirked. Jack, though feeling all kinds of hatred for her, couldn't help but think she looked ravishing, even in those boring clothes she wore.
"What? And what exactly is my 'punishment'?" he asked, making quotation marks with his fingers.
The woman's expression became more evil and cunning, "You're gonna fix the mess you've made, that's all. And you are gonna stay and work here as a prisoner for at least six weeks!"