North stared at the building rubble and the fires that were still burning. The once beautiful city, called Fantasy had been destroyed for nothing...and it was all their fault. And though it pained him to even think it...It was not just the Disney's fault. The House of Dreamworks had been blind to the truth, just as their rivals had been.
They had both been manipulated by Pitch, and their stubbornness and hatred toward each other had allowed him to do so. And Black's parting words had instilled dread and grief. They had not only lost their beautiful city over the age old quarrel. They had also lost their children. If Pitch was telling the Truth-and he had no reason not to- Jack had gone after Hans, Prince of the Southern Isles, and was being led into a death trap.
Jack Frost. A person that North would have called his son. And since Jack had no father, North would've liked to think that Jack would have seen him as a father. But taking recent events into account, he wouldn't have been surprised if Jack hated him now.
Sobs broke into his train of thought and he looked over at the source of the noise. The Lady Arendell, Head of the House of Disney, was kneeling on the ground. Lord Arendell was standing by her and had a hand on her shoulder, but tears coursed down his face as well. Black had just told them of their daughter's death. Of course she was the reason that Jack was heading into that trap. He had loved her.
And yet when North looked at them, he couldn't hate them. It was not their fault, If anyone was to blame it was him. Jack had been able to push aside his prejudices of Disneys and North had not. And Lord and Lady Arendell were feeling the same as him. They too had lost a child, and had to deal with the guilt that they could've prevented such a disaster...