Thawed

Antarctica

The cold in Antarctica was so incredibly refreshing I had to stop myself from face plummeting into the show and ice everywhere. Would anyone really notice if there was a tiny crater? After we lied in the show for a big, I looked over to Jack. We were so close, it would've been easy to grab his hand. But that wasn't something I want anymore. I just want to go home to Ed and Al. I didn't even get a chance to talk to them. Last time we saw each other was three years ago on our final Monday night Chinese. I left early because I had to get to work the next day. Why did I take that time for granted? Why didn't I cherish what I had while I had it? What I wouldn't give to go back and stay longer. Why didn't I hug them longer and harder before I left, or even at all? I don't even remember the last time I had hugged them.

"Sigourney, what are you thinking about?" "Why?" "You're crying, and you're making it snow." I looked around and the only bubble of snow was around us, and it wasn't light either. I had only spaced out for a few moments and we were already covered in at least a foot. If the cold bothered me, I'm sure I would've had frostbite from the bitter cold of the environment and precipitation falling down on us. "Sorry." "Don't be, it's Antarctica, and besides after that journey, the cold is actually really refreshing." "Jack, why do you do that?" "Do what?" "Reassure me about everything, no matter what I do, or what I've said, you always try to make me feel better and don't hold me accountable for anything." "Siggy, it's just a little snow." "You know what I mean Jack." "But I don't need to tell you Sig." I just looked at him, I knew I wan't going to get a straight answer no matter how hard I pried or how many questions I asked that should've had straight answers. "I guess you don't." He let out the manliest giggle I've ever heard. "You'll figure it out eventually Siggy, I still have faith in you yet. I can see the gears turning as you think, but you'll get it. Eventually." He's entirely too nice.

We both stood up. "So where do we go from here?" "Well you need to figure out what I meant first." "No, Jack I meant for the pixies." Jack looked like he had been shaken and brought back to reality. "Oh, well we're not at the furthest point south yet and that's the only place cold enough to have such a strong bond on three pixies." "So, what was the point of searching the entire Earth before this if Father Winter knew where they were all along?" "To make sure, he has his theories, but he really doesn't want this one to be true, whatever it is." "Well shit." He outright laughed, I didn't think my statement was that funny, but alright then. "Yeah, you could say something like that." To break the awkward feeling. I started walking away. "We should get going then, besides the farther we go, the colder it'll be and that'll help some to beat the heat sickness." "You're right, are you really that ill Sig?" "I'm fine Jack, let's go." "Alright, but if you get tired, just let me know and we'll stop." "I said I was fine."

We kept walking, there were ridges, well mountains, in the distance however they didn't seem to be getting any closer. I turned around and Jack raised his eyebrow, I just wanted to see how far we had gone and the entirely flat land made it look like nothing even though we'd been walking for a solid forty minutes. We decided not to fly to avoid extra attention from whatever took the pixies, if the pixies were taken that is.

It's a good thing that the cold didn't bother me anymore because the wind was blowing harder than I ever expected, and my hair was knotting. "Hey Sig?" "What now Jack?" I was honestly getting really tired of all the micro-conversations that didn't seem to be doing him any good that were also starting to make me feel irritated. Whether those were partially from guilt or from being actually irritating, I couldn't tell anymore. "Your hair is really going all over the place." "Uh yeah, I kinda noticed." Should we break so you can put it up?" "Probably, it's hard to see through." Jack flicked his hand upwards and we were in a room of snow, not even a cave, a room. I started to try and run my fingers through my hair but it wasn't going to ever happen. I did my best to make a brush from the snow on the ground and started from the bottom and eventually worked my way up through my hair. After getting it somewhat managed, I braided it. I tucked it into the jacket i was wearing for no reason.
"Ready to go Sig?" "As ready as I'll ever be." And with that we were back in the antarctic air.