Jack sighed and rolled over onto his back. "Not many around these parts can see me. Only those that believe in me, truly believe in me do," he stared wistfully into the sky. He was a long ways from home. It had been ages since he last encountered someone else who would play with him. But that was part of the job he surmised. Even the Guardian of Fun couldn't have fun all the time. "But forgive my rudeness. I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Jack Frost, the Official Guardian of Fun and the Manifestation of Winter. Although I do wish we would've met in more pleasant circumstances. I am pleased to meet both of you. And Anna, who can't see me," he grinned and gave them both a lazy half salute from his lying down position. 

Entranced, he watched as the snow and ice started dancing around them at what seemed to be Elsa's signal. Despite being one with the snow and ice, it still took his breath away when he watched his own element in action. This time was especially fascinating though, mainly because he wasn't the one behind it all. He could feel each flake of snow spiral this way and that, each crystal of ice glitter in the sunlight. He could feel the sheer exhilaration and glee as the snowflakes and ice crystals twirled around each other in the air. But then they were changing, merging, growing larger, stronger, tougher. Jack could see his staff, in the middle of the ice. Still in two halves the blasted thing was of course. 

Wincing, Jack sat up and waited patiently as Olaf and then Elsa transferred his staff over to him. Now if only he had the strength left. While he did repair it last time, he wasn't sure how it faired under the rage of the bolt of lightning. With a grimace, he lifted the two halves up and gently held the broken ends together. The ends fit perfectly together like two puzzle pieces. Closing his eyes, Jack drew up what was left of his power, not much at all, and pushed it into the staff, trying desperately to reconnect them. There was a weak flash of light and the snow swirled gently around him. But as quickly as the flash of light had come, it disappeared and the halves fell to the side, uselessly. 

Jack fell backwards, "I can't do it." His voice cracked. This was the first time in a long time that he felt a sense of worry wash over him. He had no way of contacting the other Guardians and now he had no power left.