As Jokul flew out of sight, the Guardians slowly began to understand a few things:

1. Jack had been in a lot more pain than they ever knew.

2. Pitch saw what they never did and used that knowledge to his advantage.

3. The stories were true; Jokul Frosti is very much real.

4. Pitch is dead.

5. Jack...Jokul murdered him.

The first fact was, as much as they would hate to admit, believable. The second is expected. But the reality that they all found so hard to grasp, despite having been witness to it themselves, is that Jack, their sweet, loving, Jack, was capable of such incomprehensibly twisted actions. They simply could not understand how two very different entities could somehow exist in the same mind. They could not understand how the Jack they knew could also be a murderer.

There wasn't a single one of them that didn't know the stories of Jokul Frosti. He was a legend far more frightening that even Pitch Black, because he had been right about one thing; everyone eventually comes to the realization that that their nightmares are nothing more than the figments of their imagination. Nightmares, while frightening, are only temporary as we escape from their grasp the moment we wake up. But what Jokul Frosti brings is something much worse than Pitch's nightmares.

He brings cold. Freezing cold with biting winds that will make you yearn for the fires of Hell just to keep warm.

He brings cannibalism. When the crops refuse to grow and the livestock cannot bear the cold, what is one to do but feed off the only meat available: each other?

He brings sickness, and worst of all, he brings death.

Jack Frost and Jokul Frosti. Two sides of the same coin, yet who would have guessed that they were one and the same?

Now, as the ice on the floor begins to melt and blood begins to flow, the Guardians look to each other and try to comprehend what they had just seen, and wonder how far they will have to go to bring an end to Jokul Frosti.