Bunnymund, as usual, sitting in the grass in his Warren, hand-painting an egg. This design was a field of beautiful flowers that ranged in all sorts of different colors and different types - from tulips and daisies to roses and sunflowers. The sky was a soft blue and the grass was an Easter green.

Bunny took a moment to pause and look up at the other Guardians' work. Easter was three days away, so the others offered to come help. And they had impressed them with their designs.

North would make fabulous designs in rich, bold colors that you would find on the wrapper of his presents that he would deliver on Christmas Eve. He'd even paint a bright red bow on some of them.

Jack sat right next to North, concentrating very hard on the egg he was painting. He had the special job of creating winter-designed eggs for colder parts of the world. His eggs were colored in elaborate designs of snowflakes, very rich in detail. Bunny never knew Jack was that creative - but then he thought to the fact that no two snowflakes were the same. Jack made every one of them special.

Sandy guided un-painted eggs to the trio to be painted. He'd give them rides to each painter on his dreamsand to make the process move along faster. Just to check up on things, he give one personally to one of three every once in a while with a smile, and look around before hurrying back off to the egg fields.

Tooth brought a lot of her mini fairies (it was a slow day for teeth) and since Bunny knew the only thing they'd paint on eggs were teeth, they were organizing the eggs according to what continent, country, and particular egg hunt they were going to. It was a good job for them - the fairies were quick and followed orders, with Tooth in the middle of it all directing them. If you couldn't tell eggs apart from teeth, you'd think it was just another work day for her.

Bunny couldn't help but smile. By this rate, they'd be done with a couple of hours to rest before having to hide the eggs. The Guardians were planning on staying with Bunny afterwards to watch the children look for the eggs. Bunny wasn't used to all this help and company, but he was undoubtedly enjoying every second of it.

An extra pair of fluttering wings and the instant life springing from the plant life in the Warren caused Bunny's ears to perk up. She was here. She never told Bunny when she was showing up - she just did, though it always happened to be around Easter.

Bunny quickly set his egg down and stood up. The other two Guardians looked at him in confusion. That's when she landed in front of the group: Mother Nature. Bunny bowed to her, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a confused North and a lovestruck Jack Frost.

Bunny stood straight and looked the teenage girl in front of him over. She was the around the same age as Jack, mortally. Bunny had to admit that she was absolutely gorgeous; no male - or female - could deny that.

Mother Nature had sun-kissed skin and piercing green eyes that radiated joy, hope, and happiness. Her curly, golden brown hair reached her hips. Light pink petals and light green leaves made up a crop top and skirt. Light green vines created patterns that traveled up her feet, stopping just above her ankles, acting as shoes. She also wore light pink gloves that cover her hands and wrists. She was short compared to Bunny - he was 6"1', while she was only 5"3'. Her last feature with the vibrant pink sunflower petals that made her wings.

"Mother Nature," Bunny introduced.

"Bunnymund," she responded. Her face had almost a business-like tone to it. "The preparations for Easter are on schedule, correct?"

"Of course," Bunny responded.

"Good," she said, crossing her arms. "We don't want a repeat of last year, now do we?"

Bunny felt his cheeks go hot. Last year's Easter was ruined by Pitch during his quest to take over the world with fear and nightmares. Knowing better than to smart-talk Mother Nature back, Bunny just nodded and sat back down, grabbing his egg and paintbrush.

Mother Nature smirked and noticed Jack Frost, who was still staring at her. "Like what you see, Frost?"

Jack's eyes widened and he blushed. Bunny narrowed his eyes absentmindedly towards Mother Nature. She quickly told them they were doing a good job, said goodbye, and was once again gone. The grass seemed to relax. Bunny turned his attention to a still-flushed Jack.

"You watch yourself, Frostbite," he warned Jack. "She may be the image of hope and life, but she's a heartbreaker. She'll think you're property because you're a spirit of one of her seasons."

Jack smirked, rolled his eyes, and then went back to painting his eyes. Bunny sighed.

Great, Bunny thought. Now I have two teenage spirits to try and control.

Deep within a forest in England, hidden in a trunk that looked normal to the mortal eye, Mother Nature skipped through the hallways of the emormous treehouse she called home, humming and gently running her fingers along the old wood walls. Easter was well underway, which meant there would be a good start to spring this year, unlike last year. She knew she couldn't blame Bunny, though. She knew it was Pitch's fault.

She quickly pushed that thought away and hummed more happy tunes as she headed to her library to grab a book on winter and see what she could look up on how and when Jack Frost had become a Guardian. The idea deeply interested her.

And deep within the shadows, a laugh emerged that could only be heard by its owner.