[Ash]: 102.Jack Frost.20

“A tricky spell, Cassandra, a very trick one indeed.” Mother Nature said setting her tea glass down; she leaned back and a book floated over and landed safely on her lap. “I think it’s in here somewhere.” She licked her finger and began turning through the pages, “I know it’s in here somewhere. Aha! Here we are dearie!”

Mother Nature closed the book and handed it over to Cassandra who began to look through the page and read off the instruction. “Would you mind terribly if I just rip off this page, I’ll bring it back?”

“Go ahead. And good luck.” Her mother said as Cassandra ripped the page out and stuffed it down her bosom. Cassandra bowed quickly and moved to the door opening it, waving good bye and shutting it behind her. She slowly walked out and thought of what it would be like when the spell was cast.


Jack sat; his snowy skin unaffected by the throne of frozen blood. He sighed and turned in his seat, it wasn’t long before he heard feet on the ice and out of Cassandra’s room rushed her three students. Gina, Regina and Kristine skidded, their hair sticking up in odd and various ways, into the room and stopped slowly, their shoes sliding against the icy floor.

Jack laughed conserved in his thoughts, the girls looked up and smiled getting to their feet. They bowed quickly and looked amongst each other. Gina stepped foreword, “can were grow an apple tree?”

“Of course, um…” Jack began to think of where a tree would look best, “why don’t you grow it next to Marylin, and then when she wakes up she can see what you grew.”

The girls jumped and race next to the coffin and began to think collectively as one. “We have to make it far enough away from the coffin that it doesn’t disturb the ice below.

“Trees don’t grow on ice, we have to cut away some of the ice and put ground with a warming spell.”

“Well we already knew that, we have to worry about height too, to low and it may drip over the coffin and too high we won’t be able to get the fruit.”

“Well, if we make it higher then we can just make a ladder.” The three nodded and moved a few feet away from the coffin and began to melt a giant hold in the ice. Jack watched the three little witches as they stopped and began summoning dirt out of nowhere. “Hey girls?”

Gina and Kristine looked up. “What type of apple tree are we going to make?”

“Green!” Gina yelled and placed her hand down and a small leaf popped out of the dirt. Regina and Kristine finished filling the dirt and stepped back as Gina’s tree kept growing and growing. She finally took her hand off and there apples were looming over head.

“It’s so pretty!” Kristine said staring up at the large shady tree with giant green orbs hanging from it. Regina grew vines on the tree and began to climb up. The tiny frame shimmied her way to the large bottom branch where she stood up and balanced over to the first apple. She sat on the branch and pulled it off tossing it down to Gina. The next apple she moved to she picked and threw at Kristine who caught it and stuck it in her mouth.

Finally she came to a large green apple that wouldn’t budge, she grunted and the fruit came flying off. It landed in front of Jack and he knelt down to pick it up and forgot one very important thing. The apple froze over. Jack couldn’t touch anything unless he restrained himself.

“Sorry.” He said and tossed the cold object back to the girl in the tree. “I forgot.”

“It’s alright; Marylin sometimes chilled our fruit for use.” Regina snapped her fingers and a small flame appeared on top of her pointer and she slowly defrosted the apple.


Cassandra took her steps carefully through the forest; she kept her senses about her, having vines at the ready. She had been through war before and was ready for it again. She was communicating with the trees, making sure they understood she wanted protection.

It was then a root behind her snapped up and a thud was heard. Cassandra turned to see a wolf pup, it fur large and black as though it was wretchedly thick. “Cassandra’s hand raised, he fingers turned and caught fire and a large ball was cast unto the hurt animal. It howled in pain and soon died, Cassandra kept moving a bit faster.

The encounter was too close for her comfort, she extended the ranger on her notice to trees about her sight. ‘Protect me, your Woods Lady.’ It was a simple message; most of the trees were lazy but agreed. A few on the trees grew flowers and dropped them in front of her steps as she walked. Cassandra smiled at the kind thought.


Jack spent the afternoon playing with the girls, getting their and his minds off the fact that there among them was the cold body of his daughter and their teacher. They had snowball fights, made snowmen that Jack brought to life and ate fruit off the tree. By the time Cassandra had come home, the girls were tired out by the immortal king.

“Well… if you three aren’t puckered out. Time for a nap I take it?” Gina nodded and the other two girls were having trouble looking up. Cassandra summoned a couple vines and followed them as the grabbed the girls and took them over to Cassandra’s bed to sleep.

Cassandra shut the door and began to walked back into the room and saw the tree. “I take it they made it? It’s pretty decent work; I haven’t done that much sculpting training with them.” Cassandra said walking up to it. She placed a hand to it and the tree began to branch out more and grew to be better and larger then the girls.

“So, how was your mother’s? Anything to help us?” Jack asked walking up behind her folding his arms across his chest. She shook her head. “Nothing at all.”

“I guess well just have to let the snow bears loose in the forest.” She removed her hand and felt the icy touch on her back. She wanted to move away but didn’t but gently turned around, “I have something to do, will you watch the girls for the next few days?”

“Yes, I suppose so. After all, waging war isn’t that hard.” He said sarcastically. Jack began to walk away, Cassandra called over to him. He simply waved and went into his room, the icy doors slamming behind him. Cassandra rolled her eyes and began back to her small cabin in the forest, there not only would she be safe but she knew Jack wouldn’t find out about the potion yet.


Jack swore under his breath, he had been trying to get close to Cassandra the entire week and she always seemed to shrug him off as if it were nothing more then a mere forced marriage. She had agreed; he knew that, she knew that. In fact it was her idea in the first place if he remembered correctly.

Sitting down on the edge of his bed, the frosty linens moved slightly at his weight, Jack began to think. Why had he married her, did he love her or was the fact that he now has a direct line to Father Winter determine it?

Father Winter had always been kind to Jack so he thought it was natural to marry the daughter of a business partner or had time changed over the 400 years of pacing his floors trying to remember what his daughter had looked like, what color his flesh had been and what it was to feel the warmth of a fire.

There was a flapping above as Klaus landed down on Jack’s shoulder. “Thinking, Sire?”

“Just a bit. What news, Klaus?” Jack said snapping out of his diluted state. He raised a hand to his shoulder and the owl jumped over so Jack could watch the small animal as it reported.

“Well, King, the Strigori are making their move on the forest, as far as I can tell the Dryad’s have their archers out preparing. What’s our move sire?”

“Send in the ice bears, now. Go search over the area and find Cassandra, let her know.” The owl began flapping and took off into the air and out the high window. Jack snapped his fingers and the snowman Frosty rose out of the ground, his sharp features still one of Jack’s best works. “Ready the army just in case.”

Frosty bowed and disappeared back into the ground. A second later a cry arose and Jack heard the hundreds of snowmen yelling to their King that they were ready to fight. That was the great thing about creating snowmen, they lived to serve.


Cassandra’s shoulder was quickly taken up by the little owl Klaus, he began to repeat the report and then stopped. “May I ask why you aren’t at the castle where it’s safe?”

“I’m working on a present for Jack, he gave me a servant, fancy clothes, and anything else I could want, it’s about time I give something back.” Cassandra said and opened the door of her cabin to see the books scattered everywhere and mess about it. She quickly waved her hand and the books began putting themselves back on the shelves. “So, is he really worried about me?”

“Well… he was in deep thought when I came to him, Woods Lady.” Klaus said getting off her shoulder and landing on top of the bookcase. “I do believe you have stumped him in some deep way, my lady. He’s usually rather joking about everything, but today he was staring off with a strange expression.”

“Good, I’d like him to be clueless. Keep to your scouting, you’ll report to me and to Jack when I tell you to, go and observe the fight and bring me back the casualty numbers. I may have to lure some men into the woods later so the Dryad’s can get pregnant and boost their numbers back up.” Cassandra said and pulled the slip of paper out of her dress, unfolding it carefully.