Jack and (Iron Wing.) Were going through town, waving at some of the mainly non-frozen in fear ponies.

"So, Mr Frost." Rarity began.

"Please," he raised a hand. "Just Jack or Jack Frost will do. I cant stand when people do that sorta crap with me. Hated it with my lawyer."

She flinched at his choice of language, but continued on. "Lawyer you say? Why did you need a lawyer?"

"Attempted execution." He lied. "A bunch of southern hicks decided to give me a dip in a pool of anti-freeze. And then they buried me in an unmarked grave." He spat.

"That's-"

"Cold hearted?" He laughed. "Trust me, I think I've got the coldest heart around. Do I even have a heart?" He put a finger to his lip. "I'll figure it out later." He shrugged.

"So, what was it you did before?"

"I was a butcher."

She blanched a little and decided to keep looking ahead.

Sugarcube Corner came up. To jack and his associate, it looked like another Christmas decoration. A giant ginger-bread house, lined with icing, candy and cakes in the front window.

Rarity went in, holding the door as Frost went in. He gave a curt thank you before looking back to see Jack standing at the door, eyes switching around the room.

"I don't like it here." He said. "Too many damn ovens and candles and other things with fire. Things that'll make me melt like a snowball in hell."

"Right, why don't you just take a seat over by the window?" Frost implied. "Away from the fire."

Jack looked over at the booth and shrugged before sitting down, idly inspecting one of his fingers when Rarity came over with a mug of hot chocolate.

"Well, I'm guessing your new to Equestria?" She asked.

"You could say that." He said. "You never see a snowman before?"

"A snowpony yes," his eyebrows raised. "But not a living one that didn't use magic. How are you alive?"

"Oh, I was in a prison transport getting ready to be executed when it crashed, a tanker full of acid melted me into a puddle and then I became a snowman. Long story short, I was a prisoner, I melted, I turned into a snowman, and you know the rest."

"Well, that's horrible. Would you care for anything? I mean, you have had quite a rough time obviously."

"Can I get a smoke?" He asked.

"A what?" She stopped, frowning slightly.

"Y'know." He put two fingers up to his lips, inhaled and then exhaled. "A smoke, cigarette, corn pipe even a cigar."

"I wouldn't have any." She said. "Maybe an iced coffee? Latte perhaps? Something to take your mind off the one body."

"One?" He said. "When I got out of my containers, I found four more."

"Four!?" She dropped her mug and the liquid fell on his hand.

He flipped the table over her, grabbing his hand and yelling.

"God dammit! That fucking hurts!" He yelled, opening his hand, he saw his other hand completely unharmed. "The hell?"

"Why didn't you say there were more!?" Rarity yelled. "Iron Wing, I need to go see Twilight. It's an emergency!"

She ran out of the store, leaving them alone.

"This is new." Jack held out his hand. "Hey Frost, check this out. My hand didn't melt."

the griffon, sitting at the counter looked over and saw Jack's hand still intact. He hadn't even bothered to look when the yelling had started.

"Yes, still icicles." He said. "Anything else you'd like to point out?"

"Frost, shut up. Now, where's the closest jug of anti-freeze?"

"Anti-freeze? The same liquid that you had been nearly killed in and imprisoned in?" Frost said more than asked. "Why would you want to find any of that?"

"I need to test something." He slid over to Frost and ringed the bell a few times. "Hey! Anyone here!? I'd like to get a drink!"

"Welcome to Sugarcube Corner! How may I take your order?" Pinkie asked popping up.

"Gah! Dammit don't do that!" Jack and Frost jumped back.

"Sorry, so, what would you two like to drink?" She asked with a large smile.

"A hot coffee, black and no sugar." Frost ordered.

"You have any anti-freeze?" Jack asked.

She ran into the kitchen and came back as soon as the door closed with a jug of anti-freeze and a coffee on her back.

"Here ya go! On the house!"

"Mind if I get a glass?" Jack asked.

She stuck a hoof in her mane before placing a clean shot glass in front of him.

He uncapped the jug and poured a small amount into the glass.

"Iron, take this in case I melt." Jack said taking off his arm and handing it to the griffon. He swished the green fluid around before his eyes. "Past the teeth, through the gums and over the tongue... This is going to hurt like a bitch." He threw his head back and drank the liquid.

He coughed and grabbed his neck, choking as he fell to the floor, where he started to melt. In a matter of seconds, there was nothing left but a white slush, a carrot, a scarf, coal stones and twigs.

"Is he..." Pinkie couldn't finish her sentence as the reality set in.

"I'm not dead!" Jack yelled. "I just melted."

Jack started to freeze up again, rubbing himself smooth. He took back his arm from Frost and used it to down the rest of the jug.

"Well, that was-" he hiccuped in the middle of the sentence. "Oh, I think that isn't-" he gave a belch before hunching over. "I think I'm going to throw up!"

He knealed over by the counter and a snowball came flying out. It rolled outside when Rarity stepped back in.

"I hope I'm not interrupting, but we have a very big problem outside."

"Problem?" Jack and Frost said simultaneously.

A roar cut through the air and behind Rarity a flaming cart was smashed against the pavement.

"A dragon." She smiled. "And it's mad because the pegasai made it snow."

"And what are the others doing to help?" Jack asked.

"We can't do anything. Dragons are magic resistant and their scales are almost indestructible. We have to wait-"

"Out of my way, I'll take care of this hard ass." Jack said sliding past her. Frost quickly following behind.

"What!? You can't fight a dragon! It'll kill you!"

"Please, I'm a grade-A psychopath. I'll take care of your little lizard problem; come on Iron. We've got work to do."

As they left Rarity, Frost turned to Jack, a suspicious look in his eyes.

"What are you playing Jack? We're trying to blend in, not bring attention to ourselves."

"And what better way then to say their little town? Save them, they trust us, they trust us, the faster we can pick em' off." He caught a glimpse of something green moving through the street, smoke pouring up above. "Damn..."

The dragon was no bigger than a house. It was a dark green with yellow eyes, one wing was scarred while the other had apparently been torn off. It saw the griffon and snowman before giving a deep chuckle.

"This is what the ponies sent to fight me? A griffon and a snowball? Pathetic."

"Frost, take this one off. I got this." Jack said changing back to his larger snowman form. "Hey asshole! Say that to my face!"

The dragon arched his head back and let out a torrent of fire, Jack melted down into the snow, taking his cola buttons and carrot nose. He re-appeared next to the dragon.

"Missed me!"

The dragon swiped at Jack, cutting his head off. They both melted before the thinner Jack stood in front of the dragon again.

Jack sped forward, shooting ice spikes at the beast as it merely flinched from each impact. Jack gave a grunt before going up to his leg, opening his mouth to cracking point and sinking his elongated teeth into its hide.

The dragon gave a roar, throwing Jack off and attempting to mend his wound.

"What's wrong? Got a little frostbite?" Jack laughed. "You better be ready! Cause' this snowman ain't playing around anymore!"

Jack went forward again and slid under the dragon, trailing a spike under it's soft underbelly making a frozen cut.

"What's wrong?" jack asked. "Not feeling well? Well, you know what the say," he raised a large ice spike through the dragons leg. "Break a leg for good luck."

The dragon gave another roar of pain and fired off another inferno of heat. When he saw Jack still standing his hopes decreased.

"You seem like you have a hot head, why not let me cool you off?" He gave another grin before melting down.

The dragon searched around everywhere, feeling a liquid go up his fore-legs, he looked and saw a carrot following the liquid.

"What's wrong? Getting cold feet?" Jack laughed a she stood upon the dragons back, putting his carrot back on.

He stuck his hands onto the dragons back and a layer of frost began to surround him. Soon, ice went through him and down the dragon, freezing it solid.

It tried to get him to stop but the ice had taken over his lower neck. All it could do is make a few choking noises before being frozen completely.

Jack looked at the frozen dragon, almost in thought. He raised his hand and smashed it down onto the dragon's head. It exploded in red chunks, leaving him standing on the body.

"There wasn't a need to lose your head, I was only trying to help." Jack grinned.

He slid down as Rarity came running back, a battalion of guards with her. When she saw him, she stopped and gasped.

"What? I did say I was a psychopath." Jack said. "Hey, the hell is my scarf?"

"Would this be it?" Frost held up a smoldering piece of cloth.

"Aw hell." He threw down his scarf and looked at the guards. He slid towards them, eying them. "The fuck are you doing here?"

"We were called to take care of the dragon." One in a purple armor said.

"Right," Jack nodded. "As you can see. I put it little tantrum on ice."

"Right, now, since were here. Can you show us where the other bodies are?" Shining Armor asked.

Jack looked back towards the edge of town.

"Not a clue. I guess go west after you find that carrot chick's home."

"Thank you. Guards, clean this up while I go and investigate."

They gave a salute before attempting to move the body.

Jack saw them struggling and decided to help.

"Here, where do you need this thing?" He asked.

"Excuse me?" One of the guards asked.

"Where do you need this thing?"

"Just by the forest, right over there." The guard pointed out towards the edge of town. A thick canopy of trees ahead of it.

With a flick of his wrist, Jack sent the carcass and remains sliding to the edge of the Everfree.

"Well," Frost said smiling. "That was unexpected."

"Yeah, I guess it was." Jack laughed.

"Dada?"

Jack and Frost looked down and saw a small little snowballling, he had two little charcoal eyes and two arms open wide, expecting a hug.

"Why hello there." Jack said picking it up. "And where did you come from little fella?"

"Dada." It pointed at Jack's stomach.

"Congratulations, you threw up an egg." Frost clapped.

"I guess I have a son now. Come on, you get to ride with daddy Jack." He stuck his finger towards the little guy, it snapped and he jerked his hand back. "Hey, I'm not on the menu." It pointed to the other Jack. "No, you leave him alone. You kill when I say so."

It looked at him for a second before snuggling up to his chest and began to snore.

"Atta boy, sleep tight. Don't let the snow bite."

Author's Note

the next chapter will have no blood, killing wise atleast. it will be more of a comedy scenario.