Rise Of The Guardians - The Life Of A Spirit

Music

Jack was completely and utterly bored, and when he got bored, he started having dark thoughts that he'd rather avoid. He had already spread a decent share of winter over much of the Southern Hemisphere but, seeing as there was less land available for snowfall, he was finished in a week. He could always do it again but it would drain his powers too much for little benefit. 

Usually when he was bored he would visit Jamie but Alsayf would kick him into next week if he interrupted the annoyingly hot weather currently sitting over North America. He contemplated going to Antarctica to visit the various bases there but they weren't entirely eager for any more cold weather at the moment, especially when the average temperatures ranged around -50 Celsius. He sighed and absently flicked tiny snowballs at the parrots that frolicked around him on the side of the mountain. They were always ready to play but he'd been hanging around them for two days and was looking for something new to distract himself. North! Of course; the North Pole was the best place to distract himself, there was always something new there to see.

Decided, he climbed to his feet and launched into the air. The birds initially followed but he shooed them away as he headed north, rising higher and higher into the air where it was cold as he passed over the Equator and the Northern Hemisphere. Santoff Claussen was always good to keep him entertained, there was always so much activity going on that it chased away the nagging loneliness that constantly hounded him.

Once he was safely past the Tropic of Cancer, he descended, not enough for his presence to affect the weather, but enough so that he could watch lazily as towns and cities passed below him, interspersed with a huge variety of landscapes and environments; from forests to steppes to mountains then finally, the icy tundra far, far to the north.

He added a thick layer of frost as he descended here. Alsayf wouldn't dare complain of his activities this far north. Besides, this area needed it.

It didn't take much longer for Santoff Clausen to come into view and he grinned at the somewhat foreboding structure. Built deep into the icy shelf, the only visible areas of the structure were covered with a dense layer of frost, with enormous, spear-like icicles hanging beneath it. Between two of these icicles was a large, open window which Jack nimbly flew through, landing silently on the frost-covered floor. Well, everything in the room was frost-covered, the temperature sitting at a comfortable -3°C in the summer months.

He quietly made his way into the hallway, catching the attention of a number of yeti and elves the closer he came to the workshop until he ran into one he recognised.

"Hey, Andrew!" he exclaimed, raising his arm at the yeti who was hurrying by with a stack of timber. "Where's North?"

Andrew garbled something and shook his head vehemently which Jack understood as, 'Don't interrupt him.'

"Aww, why not?" he pestered, following the yeti from above as he attempted to inch past a cluster of elves trying to glue candy canes to a toy car.

Andrew grumbled again as he reached his work station, setting down the wood next to a sculpture of a castle and rummaging around for his tools.

'He's working.'

Jack huffed in annoyance, landing on the edge of the desk and handing him a hammer. "Well do you have anything for me to do? I could try redecorating."

Andrew yelped and made very clear 'no' motions with his hands and Jack laughed, rising into the air once more.

"Okay, okay. I'll be good. But if you don't hear from me in the next hour, expect the worst."

With Andrew's anxious growling following him, he made his way back out of the workshop, moving down one of the multitude of hallways that radiated outwards like spokes on a wheel. He encountered less and less elves and yeti the further down he went, with the architecture appearing older and more faded. It was when the electric lighting changed to oil lamps that he finally landed, looking around curiously. He had never been to this part of the complex before. He inspected one of the doors to his left; it was constructed from a thick and heavy wood, with ornate iron hinges and twisted handle. Burned into the wooden planks were faded letters spelling out 'Music Room'.