~1712~

It was cold.

That much he knew as his body sunk to the bottom of the dark lake. Through cracked eyes he spotted the ice beginning to form over the hole. His eyes widened and he released his held breath, giving away one of the chances of survival. He struggled against the water, towards the surface. But it was in vain, with the freezing slush like water making his movements sluggish. His water logged clothes only added to the struggle. Water plugged his lungs, until he held breath no longer. His body went limp and he begun to close his eyes.

And Jackson Overland Frost finally died.

The Moon peered down through the ice, highlighting the corpse that floated amongst the lake life-forms. The Man in the Moon wrapped his light around the still body. He could sense the soul trapped in the boy's body. Using his mage craft, he forced the soul to take to the body again as he began to pull the body upwards.

And suddenly, the connection snapped.

And he was forced out of the body with a massive force. MiM regained his senses in order to see a hand shoot up through the ice, swinging down to scratch the top of the ice. He watched as the hand caught and a body hauled itself out of the ice.

MiM looked amazed as the body began to walk, lifting the shepards crook and carried on walking, not once looking at the moon. He tried to shine his light on the boy but the ice bringer ignored him and kept on walking, frost creeping from his footsteps.

Suddenly the Man in the Moon heard something come from the lake. Spinning his light to the lake once again, he saw another figure rise from the lake. The figure was sliver, almost transparent. The figure looked around, shivering against the cool wind that seemed to wrap itself around him.

MiM's light shone brighter in astonishment

This was Jack Frost.

The body walking away was empty.

Feeling his time beginning to wane, MiM targeted the soul on the lake, illuminating him in his bright light.

'You are Jack Frost… And you will be whole again…..' The Man in the Moon whispered to him.

With the last of his strength, he sent a message to his Guardians.

'Help…. Jack…..Frost….. At lake'

On the lake, a boys soul began to cry.

~256 years later~

1968 Easter Sunday

E. Aster Bunnymund was furious as he jumped up through his tunnel and landed on a patch of ice. Falling backwards, he caught himself and looked for the corpse boy he had come to know him as. The other Guardians called it the Frost Body.

The Body in question, regardless of what they called it, had walked aimlessly around for just over 250 years. It housed no soul, no moral or human features. It walked over oceans, pathways of frost spiralling as it walked. Every 3 months it would appear somewhere important and cause a massive snow storm, often harming and killing people in its wake. Humans were left frightened and cold as the figure let it presence known. It had appeared in Australia, his home, once or twice, resulting in thunderstorms and flooding that lasted months.

Currently, the walking corpse was in Burgess, a small town in America.

The reason the Pooka was here was because It was Easter.

Easter Sunday to be exact.

To say the Rabbit/Humanoid was angry was an understatement.. He was livid.

He found the walking nightmare near a small lake covered in Ice. He didn't try to yell at the figure, knowing that the childlike corpse would not answer. It's eyes lacked colour and were as lifeless as the body itself.

The body came to a standstill at the edge of the lake looking over the frosted water. The Pooka followed , stopping just behind the corpse.

The rabbit and the corpse stood there for what seemed like an age, when Aster heard a child crying. The wind seemed to pick up as the ice in the centre of the lake begun to crack. The crying increased as a figure rose from the slush. It was silver, almost transparent in its nature. The figure wore the same clothes as the corpse and held the same features. But this figure held more life.

It was the figure of a boy of about 17.

It floated above the lake, hands covering its face. Translucent silver drops fell from between figures hands. The boyish figure sobbed before removing his hands from his face and looking up. It glared at the body and ran/floated at the corpse, ignoring the confused rabbit.

Before the boy could touch the body, he was flung back from the edge. He convulsed on the lakes surface as if he had been shocked by electricity. When he recovered, the corpse had already begun to walk away. The boy dragged himself towards the edge of the lake and reached out towards it.

"Please, just give it back… Give me my body back!" The ghost boy whispered, curling in on himself.

By then the walking corpse had disappeared, leaving only a disturbed humanoid rabbit and a distressed ghost child.

A few moments later the ghost child uncurled itself and finally noticed the giant rabbit. Sniffling, it looked at the figure , eyes moving up and down.

"Please help me! I don't want to be here any longer! I want to leave!" The childish boy pleaded to the bunny, voice cracking as the rabbit looked at him lost.

"Who Are You?" Bunnymund asked, but he already knew the answer. The child looked at him, regarding him.

As if to stop the boy from answering , ice like hands sprung from the ice, gripping the boy in a tight grasp before dragging him back to the centre of the lake. The boy struggled, crying out.

"No! Don't let them take me back! I don't want to be in the cold any longer! I don't want to be alone any more! Don't let them! Please!" The boy cried, struggling to get away from the hands.

"What is your name kid?!" Bunnymund yelled, racing towards the boy to help him. An invisible wall seemed to form around the child, keeping Aster from getting to the child.

"Jack! My Name is Jack Frost!" The boy yelled before he was dragged under the ice and away from his potential saviour.

Ice formed over the hole and the barrier dropped. The Pooka inspected the ice where the boy had disappeared to find the ice smooth and hard, with no signs of it have ever been disturbed.

Jack Frost. The name circled the rabbits head.

Jack Frost, the one Manny had named as the new Guardian.

Two separate entities, one soul, one body, separated for over 250 years.

The one the Guardians needed to save.

With that thought the Pooka sprinted from the lake, stamped his foot on the solid ground, opening a route to The North Pole.

It was time to help Jack Frost.

Authors Note: Hi All! Thank-you for reading the first chapter of Divided. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!. As you can guess from my username, I usually write Hetalia fanfictions but I don't anymore.

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