Jared shivered violently from the deadly cold he was feeling. For what seemed like ages, he felt like he couldn't move, instead just standing there like a shivering moron watching his new friends fighting for their lives against the Heartless. Why wasn't he acting? Why wasn't he doing anything about this? Was it the cold? Was it fear? Maybe it was both? In any case, as he stood there he suddenly heard a voice from his memories. The old man, Dion. He remembered something the old man had taught him long ago on Lunaris. Or rather, something he simply told him regarding his feelings.

[i]Your heart can be your most powerful weapon lad," he'd said on that day some time ago in the past, "but your emotions will also betray you if allow it." Jared remembered asking what he meant by that, and got the following response, "It means that your passion can give you strength, but it can also be your downfall if you allow it to control you instead of the other way around." but how could he control that passion more easily, Jared had remembered asking. To this, he got another response, "Simple lad, just give it form. How do you think those wizard types cast their magic? They give their passion form and let it out in the form of their spells. You can do the same, if you tried hard enough. That's all there is to it. Give your passion form and let that be your weapon. Do this, and your victory will be all but assured."[/i]

"Give it form..." Jared muttered under his breath between shivers, "...I think I... finally get it... old man..." he stared at the Keyblade in his hand momentarily. He imagined what he currently felt: frustration, a bit of anger, and perhaps even a hint of fear. He imagined it welling up inside like like a distant thunderstorm. He widened his eyes at the inspiration. That was it! That was the form he would give his feelings, "...T-T-Thunder!" he shouted with a slight stutter due to his shakiness. When he did this, the Keyblade sparked with power and he held it straight up for all to see. When he did this, the sparks vanished and instead a series of lightning bolts struck all around him. The floating Heartless were all zapped, their ability to fly rendered useless against a thunderbolt from the sky and they were vaporized. Even the big one, tough as it was, felt the pain of a lightning bolt striking it's helmeted head like a lightning rod, the previous battle damage it had suffered was just barely enough for the bolt to finish it off. The Thunder spell that Jared had cast had effectively ended the fight.

"Hah..." Jared rasped, now feeling drained as well as freezing cold, "...g-good work guys. L-Looks like we... w-won..." his voice trailed and he suddenly collapsed in the snow. The sheer cold and his new-found fatigue from the spell having apparently been too much for him. Seeing this, [url=http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131208190651/disney/images/7/7b/Hans_transparent.png]the Prince[/url] rushed to him, placing his forefingers on Jared's neck to check his vitals.

"He's still alive," he said to everyone, then hurriedly motioned for two soldiers to pick him up, "but he won't be for long if he stays out here like this. Quickly, come inside everyone!"

Indoors, Jared was reclined in a chair by a fireplace, wrapped tightly in a thick wool blanket and his bare feet in a pail of warm water. When everyone was brought in and settled, the Prince addressed the newcomers, "I cannot thank you enough for your intervention. My name is Hans, thirteenth prince of the Southern Isles. Please, I would be honored to learn the names of my saviors."