Robin Blossomfang: Hi guys! I've been thinking of doing a Rise of the Guardians fic for a while now, so I hope you enjoy it. To clarify things, Jack Frost is a 314-year-old Spirit of Winter with no memories and the only people who can say they know him are the other Seasonal Spirits and the Lieutenant of Winter. This follows the ideas of Alalia Skyhawk in which the world is divided into Noth Winter or South Winter, etc. and that each of the Seasonal Spirits has a set of Lieutenants that assist them with certain jobs, so shout out to them! I think that is a really nice idea, and I can guarantee it only shares a system like that!

Edit: Um, does anyone know the date that Jack died on? I'm pretty sure that it is December 16, but I can't remember the year. Please comment if you know it because it is making the story pretty hard to write without knowing that.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians, the Guardians of Childhood, or any other media used in this fanfiction. Spirits that aren't from these are my personal characters or are based on a myth or legend. This story was written solely for entertainment purposes.

Regular writing

"Speech"

Thoughts

Wind's Thoughts and Speaking

Chapter One; Morning Frost

Your name is Jack Frost. The Spirit of Winter.

A voice echoed in the boy's head as the strange light pulled him out of the water, creating a decently sized hole in the ice as it did. The boy looked rather odd, with pure white hair, pale skin, and arctic blue eyes, an unusual sight indeed. He radiated a cold presence and the air around him seemed to lose its warmth. He shook his head warily as he stumbled backward and tripped over a staff, which vaguely reminded him of a shepherd's crook. Strange considering he couldn't remember what a shepherd's crook was or what one would use it for.

He reached down and grabbed the staff in a firm grip. The newly dubbed 'Jack' reached forward, cautiously tapping a nearby tree with the curved section of the staff. As a result, beautiful frosted ferns, each frozen tendril glowing a pale blue. A grin on his face, Jack tried again, skimming a second birch tree. It repeated, his craft spreading over the bark. With a shout, he dashed towards the lake, creating a masterpiece as he 'skated' around his pond, a feeling of familiarity nudging in the back of his mind.

The next moment, Jack was tossed into the air, a laugh escaping the young boy as he wobbled in the Wind's grasp. Taking a deep breath, Jack glided around the open sky. It felt amazing! The Immortal teenager thought excitedly. Whatever anyone says, I am never gonna be kept away from this; the wind ruffling my hair and being so close to the stars! He continued this line of thought, not noticing the tree until he crashed into it and ended up perched on one of the branches, his staff leaned on his shoulder. There in the distance, was a village.

Within a few minutes, Jack was there. He walked up to a villager, "hello there ma'am," no answer. I wonder why she's ignoring me, he thought. Then up to a young man, "Hello there sir, can you please-"

The man walked right through him. Through him. As if he didn't exist like he wasn't even there. Jack fell backward, clutching his chest. But it only got worse, a group of children phased through him. If it stung before then it was burning now. And to complete it, a teary eyed girl just walked by, but the familiarity was unbearable. With one last look at the Village, the Immortal child walked back to his lake, head hanging in despair.

"Well, good morning little one. Jack Frost, am I correct?" A voice whispered in his ear. It was soft and quiet and reminded Jack of the whistling wind. It was comforting, yet stern, like a mother hen. "You seem new to my gentle ride, may I ask how long it's been since you've been reborn?"

"Jack Frost, that's me! I'm brand new, not even a few hours!" The Spirit of Winter exclaimed, just happy to be seen, arctic eyes scanning the area for another being. "Where are you?" The temperature was slowly beginning to rise, the unseen force's emotions the cause of it.

"Yes, you are quite new, possibly the newest Immortal. At least, from what the other Winds have told me."

A whimsical laugh rang in his ears. "Pardon me, I am the Northern Wind. As for where I am," as she spoke, a wind tunnel began to form. In the center of it all, a pale skinned woman was standing, an elegant long-sleeved silver dress decorated her body, the silver material stretching beyond her ankles and flowed behind her like a river as she stepped closer to him. A silver band graced her forehead, the many bands sparkling, and a glowing green stone in the center and her eyes, oh her eyes. The Wind's eyes were a beautiful green, the color of the blue-green sea lined with hunter green. "Taking human form consumes much of my energy and I can only hold it for a few minutes. Call for me, whenever you need me."

And with a small flash, the woman was gone, replaced by a still air. Jack just stared at the spot. "Did she just say reborn? As if born again?" He whispered to himself with a shake of his head. "But I was no one before I was Jack Frost." The last sentence was hardly audible, and the answers seemed to be on the run.

"She did." Came a simple reply. "And you have a job to do, I believe you are my newest General and require some training?" Jack whipped around, coming face to face with a woman who looked like a Queen, her clothes a mossy green dresses lined in gold. Flowers peeked out from wild black hair and her eyes glowed a pale green. "You may know me as Mother Nature, and as the Spirit of Winter, you serve as one of my Generals. Therefore, you must be explained the basic functions of Immortals."

Jack gave her a confused look. "Immortals?"

Mother Nature continued talking as if Jack had never spoken. "For one, you are invisible to the world, only to be seen by those who believe in you. Second, you are the top tier of the Nature Immortals and the Guardians are the same of the Legend Immortals. Lastly, you must not interfere with anything that can change the balance of the mortal humans." And like Wind, the Queen of Nature was gone.

"Well, that was pleasant." The Spirit of Winter murmured sarcastically. Leaning back into his perch on the birch tree, Jack cast his gaze over the lake, trying to puzzle out why this town seemed to be so- familiar to him. "Well, only time will answer that." The Frost child gazed longingly at the full moon, his eyes hopeful and desperate for answers at once. "I just want to know why? What have I done that I deserve the privilege of being an Immortal Spirit? Let alone one as strong as Mother Nature's General."

Little did he know, in a Winter Workshop in the North Pole, that a meeting was being held. The main topic; a new Immortal of Golden Status. That gathered around a globe covered in lights; a Fairy, a Pooka, a Toymaker, and a Sandman had just been informed by the Man in the Moon that a new threat will come. That in order for the threat to be defeated, they would need the powers of a Seasonal.

"Whaddya mean we need a Seasonal?" E. Aster Bunnymund shouted, the six foot one Pooka glaring at the Russian toymaker. "And what is this bloody threat ya talking about?"

Sanderson Mansnozzie rolled his eyes and began to sign above his head. First, the word 'threat' followed by a fire, snowflake, leaf, and flower, each representing a different seasonal, though, it had been decades since anyone had seen the Winter Seasonal. Then the words 'if Manny thinks we need help then so be it.' And no one questioned the first Immortal's words.

Nickolas St. North nodded in agreement, stroking his beard. "But ve only know of three of Seasonals. No one has seen Vinter Spirit in years." A grin crossed the Guardian's face and his baby blue eyes filled with wonder. "To the Sleigh!" He exclaimed, walking towards the hanger with a businessman pace. "Ve shall find vis Spirit and recruit zem!"

Unknown to them, both the youngest Immortal and the most famous, a shadowy horse pranced away from the Pole. The dark horse trotted into a room of a wooden cabin in the town of Burgess where a tall man watched over a dreaming child. The Nightmare swept around its creator, bringing news of a 'search and find' mission about to take place in the near future.

"Well done, aren't you a pretty little Nightmare." Pitch Black said, holding the horse in front of him as a dark smirk grew on his ashen face. "You may have your Guardians, and anyone can see Jack Frost's potential, but with that potential comes a great threat. For the boy also possess the instability that comes with the power and strength of Jokul Frosti. And that old friend is something no Immortal will ever be ready for.