Disclaimer: I don't own rise of the Guardians...wish I did though...I only own my oc's and the plot.

Chapter one: The beginning

Hi, my name is Icy and I'm 8 years old. I have white hair and blue eyes. And I live in Burgess, Pennsylvania. Oh, and before I forget, I'm an orphan. Don't feel sad for me...well maybe a little bit.

I live in an orphanage called Miss Honey's sweet girls. The sign is right actually, we are sweet girls, well all except Miss Honey. Miss Honey is fifty years old. She wears her dark brown hair in a red bun, wears a long-sleeved-dark-red-dress, matching heels, and white knee-length socks. Miss Honey has a sweet name but it's all wrong. Miss is a very strict person. She makes us work all day and no play. And she also makes us wear long sleeved gray dresses, gray flats with knee-length white socks. And if she sees any of us misbehaving or not wearing the proper clothing, she puts us in the attic until the very next day without any food or light. I've gone there lots of times, and let me tell you, not pretty.

Right now she gave us a 30 minute break. Until then we can do anything we want and go anywhere we want, as long as it's not far away from the orphanage of course.

So right now I'm skipping to the park wearing a white T-shirt, brown pants, a blue hoodie, dark blue boots, a blue beanie, and blue mittens. Blue is my favorite color if you didn't notice. Where did I get the clothes you may ask? I got them from a clothes drop box. So right now I got a whole bunch of shirts and pants stashed in my pillow bag.

Hey don't think I'm a bad person! I mean the sign did say that it was for the needy! And who's needier than an 8-year-old orphan girl who lives under the strict rules of a witch?

I was right at the park when I got an idea. So the first thing I did was make a snow fort between two trees. Then i made 3 dozen snow balls. After that I waited...and waited...and waited... until there were 6 kids probably my age came walking by. There were one blonde boy wearing glasses, one tall skinny girl with brown hair, one big-strong-looking-girl, two african-american twins, and a boy with brown hair and eyes. Once they were close enough I counted. One...I took a deep breath…Two...I let it go...Three! I threw the snow ball and it landed on the browned haired boy's chest making him fall on his behind. I couldn't help but laugh. But I must have let out a rather loud laugh, because they heard me.

"Jack? Was that you?" The browned haired boy said with a smile as he got up. But I just kept on laughing and said, "Nope." I was still laughing when I said it. The boy had a confused look on his face as well as the others. "Then who threw it?" He asked. I stop laughing and got out of my place and popped my head right up and said, "I did." I said with a smile on my face.

"Hi, my name is Icy!" I said giving my hand to them. "Hi, my name is Jamie Bennett," the browned haired boy said as he shook my hand. "And these are my friends, the one wearing the glasses is Monty, the tall girl is Pippa, the strong looking girl is Cupcake, and the two twins are Caleb and Claude." He said pointing each of them as he said their names. None of them moved though, they just stood there in shock for some reason. "Is something wrong?" I asked. But neither of them replied but Jamie. "So, how old are you exactly?" he asked trying not to sound nervous. "Eight." I said. "Why?" Okay, something very fishy is going on.

"You look so like him." Pippa said. "Like who?" I said. "Umm...is this your natural hair color?" Monty asked. "Yeah of course it is...unless my parents dyed it before they put me in the orphanage…" I said saying the last part in a low voice, but they must have heard it because Jamie said "You're an orphan?" he said shocked. "Yeah but, can someone please tell me what's going on. Because one minute I'm here laughing my head off because I threw a snowball at you which you didn't see coming, and the next thing I know you guys are asking that I look like someone."

And all of a sudden an 18-year-old-looking-boy with white hair and blue eyes, wearing a blue hoodie and brown ripped pants from the bottom with string tied to it, who was holding a staff that had G looking curve at the top, and was barefoot came flying. So right away I noticed he was no ordinary 18-year-old-boy. "I think they're talking about me," he said leaning on his staff. All the kids ran up to him saying "JACK!" They told him what he was doing all this time and how he was adjusting with the guardians, whoever they where, and kept on blabbering questions at him.

"Whoa, whoa! Slow down won't ya'?" He said motioning them to slow down. He then walked to me and said "Hi, my name is Jack Frost; you know the spirit of winter." He said giving me his hand to shake which I did and found out it was very cold. "Hi, my name is Icy," we stopped shaking hands and then I said "so you are real then." I said. "Well of course I'm real! Aren't you?" he said pointing to me "Of course I am! Unlike you I'm human." I said, which kind of shocked him a little.

"What? Was it something I said?" I said. "Because if it is I really am sorry for upsetting you I re-"

"But you look exactly like me..." he cut me off.

Then I looked at him and then I looked at myself. "Oh...now I see it!" I said amazed. Nobody said anything they were just standing still.

"Oh well look at the time!" I said looking at my wrist with no watch. "I really need to be leaving now! Don't want to get in trouble by Miss H now do I?" I started walking and once I was I few feet away I ran. I was a few yards away until Jack came in front of me making me bump into his chest. "Who are your parents then?" he asked curiously. "Jack, I'm an orphan." I said to him. But then, all of a sudden, all the pieces in my mind where put together.

"Wait a minute...it all makes sense!" I said.

"You're my brother/father!"

"Father! What in the world are you talking about?" I screamed.

"Okay maybe not father but you could be my sister...hmm...okay; from now on you are now officially and forever are, my sister!" He said putting his hand between us to seal the deal. "Deal?" he said.

"Deal!" I said smiling and shaking his hand, which to my surprise is not cold anymore.