Requests for this chapter: trees in the south pole, guardian angel, cutting, caramel/chocolate color, sculptures
A tall and lean teen sat alone, in a deserted cave deep inside the south pole. He picked up a pile of snow, and slowly sculpted a miniature ice angel. The angel was wearing a flowing gown and many ice diamonds as jewelery; her wings were like that of a doves. Every detail was intricate; it looked much like that of which a person could spend their whole life making.
Change of POV
The first four guardians were in the globe room. Each was sitting in a red chair. North had scheduled a meeting, and Jack had already informed him that he was unable to attend.
"Where the 'eck is Frost?" Bunny asked in exasperation.
"Bunny!" Tooth scolded, giving bunnymund a glare.
"Is not going to make it. Has already told me... I guess I forgot to tell you." North answered, while picking up a cookie coated in sugar.
Tooth sighed, "Aww... so is he alright? Did he say why he couldn't come? I hope he's alright."
"He's probably just goofing off. I told ya 'e's no guardian."
"Said he needed time to himself..."North trailed off, giving the pooka a glare.
"See?" Bunny said.
Tooth sighed.
It was silent for a minute, until Tooth said, "Hasn't he had enough alone time? We should really go and find him..."
Everyone turned to bunny, who was shrinking under the glare; still attempting to look tough.
"No... N-n-na, mate. 'E doesn't need a babysitter. 'E's fine."
Time/POV switch
Jack was in a room covered in shelves made out of ice. Each shelf had numerous creations on it. Some were sculptures of children, some of animals. There were millions of tiny snow figurines. Jack had a razor blade out, that he had found wrapped up in it's original packaging. He had just cleaned several injuries, before deciding to make another figurine. Jack sat the finished angel on top of the closest clear shelf. "A guardian angel, huh?" He sighed to himself. As he spoke, a single tear rolled down his cheek. It trailed over his pale skin, passing over his lips. As it came to the end of his face, it landed on a painting of a young girl. She was about ten. She had brown eyes and chocolate caramel colored hair. She was crying. Jack had painted the photo in the beginning of his life as Jack Frost. He had only recently found out who she was. His sister, Pippa. The one that he had died to save. She was crying; alone. She was deserted by her mom shortly after Jack had died. "It's your fault that he died!" "You got your brother killed?" "I loved him!" "You're a murderer!" They had told her. Jack had tried to get her to lighten up; to smile. He didn't know who she was; he just knew he wanted her to be happy. She had taken to watching other people's kids. On one occasion, she met a boy who was much like her brother Jackson. She had fallen in love. She died an old woman, still believing in her brother's stories. A bunny that leaves children gifts. A man who brings presents to children who have been good. A fairy that takes teeth in exchange for money. A being that brings good dreams. She had continued to believe in the magic of the world. Jack was happy to see her grow up, but he didn't want to remain there after she was gone. He had spent too long with her and her family.
While wrapping his wrists up in gauze, Jack let another tear fall. He was sitting in a big wooden chair, the size a man like North would require.(HA had made the chair just a few years earlier, but he didn't have enough machines to make it much smaller.) He rolled his sleeves up, and Jack closed his dark underlined eyes, already unconscious.
POV switch
Bunny tumbled through the portal. "Ya better not be playing a joke on us, Frost. It's cold as bloody 'ell!" He shouted into the afternoon air.
He mumbled, obviously angry. After he was quiet, he looked up, and began to smell the air. Because he was in the middle of a snow covered continent, it was nearly impossible to tell Jack's scent apart from the scenery. Jack's scent was primarily composed of snow and ice, although he also smelled of pine and the guardians. Suddenly, Bunny opened his eyes, "I got ya, ya gumby." He said aloud, before dashing in the direction of a pine tree forest. (Which I have decided is where the cave in the middle of a continent that likely cannot have large amounts of trees in is. While not really possible, this is a story. Blah, blah, I'm just writing random stuff.)
Sorry for the cliffhanger, I'll be sure to update soon. I'm probably going to make it sound more natural later... After I finish this plotline. Sorry there isn't much Sandy in here. I'll mention him more in the next update. If you have an idea for a chapter, I'm open to suggestions. Bye~