Ok folks this is my first ROTG fic! Yayayay for me! I have only seen the movie, so please forgive me any error in the continuity, for i still have yet to read the books. Also I own nothing. so no sue for you.

One more thing. I usually don't like having OCs in something like this, but this genre is too ripe for it! So please be nice and I promise my next one won't have one, except for maybe a kid or two extra playing with Jack XD

Enough rambling! Let us begin.

Jack Frost glided over the frozen tundra, his laugh merry as the Wind carried him to his lake. Today was the first day of winter. Actually, the last day of fall, but Jack didn't care. Today was the start of HIS season and HIS season always meant fun times and snow days...

And Jamie.

Little did he know that his first believer was just as excited to see the first snow as he was to bring it.

"Snow means Jack's back!" the child said confidently to his peers. Cupcake snickered and thudded him on the back "I hope he brings a blizzard so we can have more than one snow day!"

"Oh man yeah!"

The Guardian of Fun hated to disappoint his believers, but kept his voice cheerful and teasing as he glided down to perch on the low-built wall they were walking next to, a grin on his face as he said reluctantly

"Sorry Cupcake. Blizzards aren't common here in Burgess. At least not this early in my season. Mother would be furious if I let one loose now, especially since it's technically still Autumn's season. Autumn and I get along just fine, so I really don't want to tick her off."

The children looked so disappointed it hurt Jack just to look at them.

"But." He grinned widely "I can give you a few Snow Days this week."

The cheers warmed his aching heart, and he laughed mischievously with them.

A sudden pain ripped through his entire being, and he cried out and fell, much to the kids' horror.

"Jack!" Jamie yelled, dropping to his knees next to the winter spirit, "What's wrong?!"

Jack gasped and writhed a minute, then pointed to the woods "Autumn...no..."

Jamie growled and shielded his friend, but nothing came out of the woods to harm Jack. Confused, the boy looked to the Guardian and waited for him to stop writhing in pain and provide an explanation.

Jack was like that for ten minutes before standing up and rushing into the woods hollering for Autumn. Jamie and the others on his tail, until Cupcake barreled into Jamie, who had come to a stop in front of Jack's lake.

The winter spirit was kneeling over a woman clothed in fall leaves, her garments royal and elegant. Her skin was a light orange, and her auburn locks draped the icy surface, leaves crowning her head. Sobbing, he picked her up in his arms and set her on the forest floor, where the cold was not as harsh.

"No..." he whimpered. Then angrily, the wind picking up and ice forming around him, his eyes glowing blue and his staff turning white as frost covered it completely "NO!"

Jack Frost.

The children jumped at the soft yet stern voice that seemed to whisper through the trees. The voice was like the wind, yet it seemed to encompass all of natures sounds. The rain in April, the birds in Spring, the hot winds of Summer, the leaves of Fall, and even the soft breath of snow in Winter.

Jack's sobbing ceased in volume, but the tears continued to fall as he sniffed "Mother?"

My dear Winter. My young Guardian. Dry your tears, calm your rage, for a new spirit has already been chosen. One of your liking, this I am certain.

This seemed even less to the Guardian's fancy, as he looked around venomously "You have chosen another already?! She isn't even dead three seconds and you chose her replacement?!" he glared at the ground, a growl in his throat "Are we all that expendable?"

You know the Law of Balance, child. Mother Nature said pointedly I cannot let it be long without a season. You know this, my dear Winter.

Jack sighed. He knew better than to question Mother Nature. "That doesn't make it any less painful when we lose one. Especially Autumn. She was the only one who didn't outright hate me."

There was another reason I came to you, Jack Frost. The lightness in the tone prompted curiosity from the young Guardian, and he looked up, with hope burning in his eyes.

A tinkling rain like sound filled the air. Mother Nature was laughing softly.

An old companion has risen anew.

"I don't understand. I've been alone. I have no old companions."

Surely you have not forgotten your servant? The one who saved you from yourself 200 years ago, my Winter King. Your companion, who despite his element and purpose, was your friend, were it not for he, your winters would only mean death.

Jack's eyes lit up "The Spirit of Warmth...the Phoenix!"