Mr. Winter Meets Ms. Blondie
Episode Twelve - Mother Knows Best
One time, shadow
horses came to Jack and he was still shaken from the last attack. In the
process, he was thrown off his feet and landed on the clearing—just a foot from
Rapunzel’s feet.
Rapunzel dropped
to her knees. “Jack!”
Jack yelped as he
reached for his arm.
“Jack...no,”
Rapunzel murmured. She tried to find
Dementia. She found her laughing while still riding one of her shadow horses.
“What is the
matter with you?” Rapunzel snapped at her.
Dementia rolled
her eyes. “Ugh, I’ll no longer entertain you kids,” she said with distaste. “You
are both pain in my neck. Let’s stop playing and dramas.”
Her horse stomped
hard on the ground, and a weak tremble shook the area around them.
“Let’s go to the fun part.”
She and her horse
spun around, and the horse dissolved and reformed into sharp figures. They were
about a hundred spikes, all aimed at Jack and Rapunzel.
When Dementia
smiled, the spikes darted towards them.
After being
seemingly inebriated, Jack stood up and deflected the spikes with a thin wall
of ice. He still limped, but he manoeuvred his hands and the ice shattered to
pieces. The floating jagged icicles shot all at once to Dementia.
Dementia rolled to
her side, Jack’s attack instead hit a tree. The tree’s bark was blasted, and
within seconds the tree was falling.
While Dementia was
still on the spot, Jack called the winds and diverted the direction where the
tree was falling. It was going to crush Dementia, but a wave of black sand
splits the tree in half vertically. It fell with a loud crash.
Jack shakes his
head in disbelief. All of his attempts had failed, and when the smoke cleared,
Dementia revealed herself and she was grinning.
“See? You can never destroy me, Jack Frost,” she said.
“Even though I’m sick of your excessively weak attempts, I am enjoying this.”
More than anything
else, it was her twisted grin that distracts Jack. Everything had been
ineffective to her—as if she’s invincible. Jack left the thought—it will be far
too impossible if she, in any way, can’t be defeated.
You have to use your mind, Jack, Jack
told himself. He was losing energy real fast.
“Why do you have
to play with us?” Jack said, panting. He had to keep his confidence up. “Haven’t
you got a ‘plan’ to work on?”
“I need to blow
off steam,” she said back. “And besides, even if you defeat me—which is very unlikely—you will never get what
you both want. I had it all set up good.”
Jack gritted his
teeth. Rapunzel was behind him—although looking scared she was trying to
compose herself. She trusts him more than he thought of.
“This is getting
really boring,” Dementia said, rolling her eyes. “My turn.”
She spun around,
and within half of a second she dissipated into a black mist. Faster than
anything Jack had seen, it drifted towards Rapunzel in a blur.
When Rapunzel
yelled, it was too late—Dementia reformed and held Rapunzel’s neck with her
arm. Jack was obviously surprised at that time that he barely had time to
react.
“I guess Gothel
wasn’t really effective as an antagonist now, was she?” Dementia asked
Rapunzel, her lips so near her ear.
Rapunzel tried to
get away, but her attempts were incomparably feeble to Dementia’s power. She
started to cackle—the one that seemed to curdle Jack’s blood.
“So! Are you going
to confess something to her, Jack Frost?” Dementia shot a glare at him, holding
Rapunzel so tight in her womanly arms.
“What are you—“
“Quick! I’m losing
my temper!” Dementia mockingly said.
“What the heck are
you talking about?” Jack angrily responded. “Let her go, or I’ll turn you into
an ice figurine!”
“I’m afraid!”
Dementia sarcastically muttered. She loosened her grip on Rapunzel, and much to
Jack’s surprise, she released her. “You go on with your little romance! We both
know it’s not for forever!”
Dementia
pushed Rapunzel forcefully towards Jack. In the process, Jack lost his focus so
that he’ll catch Rapunzel on his arms.
