It was weird. Hearing Pitch's voice come out of this person, having it ring kind and gentle with no hint of a motive. It was remarkably close to the time in Antarctica. But the difference was also this man seemingly had no idea who Jack was.

Kozmotis Pitchiner... Why did that sound familiar? Had the others mentioned the name before? It was certainly something he should ask about next he saw them. For now, he finally relaxed his hold on the staff and held up instead. He shook his head.

"No, I'm fine. Just came here to hide," Jack finally replied. "My name's Jack Frost."