Hi guys! This is my second story, and it's super non-canon. Bunnymund and Saturnia met about 315 years before the movie. In my mind-which is seriously twisted, mind you-Emilie would have been born and lived for about sixteen years then died in a strange way(which will be told later on) and was resurrected as the look-alike to Sleeping Beauty. She met Jack right after the movie was over-she was not chosen as a Guardian and instead was diagnosed with a brain tumor-and the two became very close.

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When I first woke up, I had no idea who I was. I was in a white room with white sheets and white equipment. The only object in the entire room was a boy, sitting in a silver chair in the corner of the room, near the huge bay window showing a view of a city and a wide river. I glanced around. Who am I? Where am I? Who's he? Why don't I remember anything? I thought, going wide-eyed with panic and fear. I must have made a sound, for the boy stirred. He continued to sleep, though, so I took the opportunity to study him closely. He was very, very pale, and was wearing a blue hoodie that had silver stitching in a frost pattern across the chest and shoulders. Faded brown pants with torn and ripped edges, wrapped with bands of what I think was leather encased thin but powerful legs. An old shepherd's staff was leaning against the wall. Its light brown wood was knotted and twisted, but smooth. I knew it had to be the boy's, because it wasn't white, simply. I looked around the room again. This almost seems like a hospital room…am I injured? As if she had heard my thoughts, a nurse walked in. "Good! You're awake!" She said, breaking into a wide smile. I smiled as well. "Excuse me, miss…"

"Walker. Shara Walker. Just call me Shara. How do you feel? Any dizziness, queasiness, urge to use the restroom?" She replied. I shook my head. "Good. Now, I'm going to tell you a few things that you probably don't remember, all right?" I nodded. "All right. Now, firstly, your name is Emilie Nyamh Bunnymund. You are named for the rose in the compass on a map. You listed yourself as energetic, artistic, and a beautiful singing voice. You are 5'9, approximately 135 lbs, and enjoy walking across beaches. You aren't allergic to anything, and you don't really have any enemies. And that," the nurse said, standing, "Is all I can tell you. I wish you the best of luck, Emilie. You're free to go when you feel like it. Your father is out of town and left you the keys to the house." She handed me a well-worn sketchbook, a case of pencils, and a set of keys. And with that, she left.
And again, I looked at the boy, only to find that he was awake now. He looked at me and his face broke into a wide grin. "Emilie!" His smile was contagious and I found myself grinning like an idiot. "Hi, there!" His smile faltered for a moment. "You don't remember me, do you?" I shook my head. "Okay…" He started. "I'm Jack Frost. You and I were best friends before you had your surgery. And…well, that's really all I've got…" I smiled at his flustered expression. He really was cute. And sweet. And other things. I giggled and he looked at me. "So, then, if you really are Jack Frost, can you show me?" His beautiful smile returned. He held his hand out to his staff, and it flew into his hand. I gasped and he chuckled. Then he pointed the crooked end at me. His eyes closed and he looked as if he were really concentrating. His eyes opened and he twisted his staff. The table next to my bed iced over in frost and a tiny figure appeared and danced across it. I scooted closer and recoiled for a moment in shock, realizing it was me. The tiny ice-me danced around on the table for a moment, then Jack held out his hand and it stepped onto his palm, seating itself and looking up at me with wide eyes. Jack held his hand out to me and I held my own out, palm up. Ice-me stayed seated, but reached forward and touched the tip of my middle finger with a dainty hand. Immediately my hand went numb, and a layer of frost coated it. A tiny ice-Jack sat up from the center of my hand and got to his feet. He glanced around, then dropped to his knees and started searching for something. He pulled a tiny ice-staff from the frost on my hand and straightened again, looking around. His eyes lit on Ice-me and his little mouth broke into a huge smile. He held out a hand to her and she took it, standing up. They started to dance. Between my hand and Jack's, the two ice people spun and twirled. At some point, Ice-me lost her balance and fell into ice-Jack's arms. I glanced up at Jack and saw him blushing and trying to concentrate on his illusion. The ice people disappeared and a single red rose appeared. Jack handed it to me and I gasped. It was made of colored ice. Jack blew on it and it frosted over. I touched a frosty red petal and smiled. "It's beautiful, Jack." He grinned. "It won't break or be cracked. It won't melt, either." We shared a smile. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. Jack blushed furiously and I finally realized that he was blushing frost, not red. "Jack,"
"Hm?"
"You're blushing."
"No, I'm not."
"Your face is blue."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"Rats."
"It's cute."
"Wait, what? What's cute?"
"You. I-I mean, the way you blush-Ah, never mind."
"Aww, you think I'm cute? I'm flattered."
"You're still blushing."
"I think it's 'cuz you kissed me."
"That was a thank-you kiss, thank you."
"Darn. I was hoping it was different."
"I'm going to ignore you now."
"Aw, c'mon, Emilie, don't be that way."
"Not listening…" I pouted. Jack chuckled.
"Well, if you're gonna be that way, I'll have to make you laugh. Shouldn't be too hard, right?" He jumped up onto the footrest of my bed and grinned devilishly. I immediately dropped my pouting face and scrambled backwards. "Jack…What are you doing..?" I breathed, watching him warily. He stepped down onto the sheets like a wolf stalking prey and locked eyes with me. He looked…hungry. I drew my knees up to my chest and shivered as he came within reaching distance of me. He touched my feet and I gasped. He was so cold. He pulled my feet down flat and I suddenly found myself unable to move. He climbed over me until I was pressed up flat against the headboard and Jack was a few inches away. He moved closer and I could feel his cold breath on my nose. He smelled like frozen pines and peppermint. I giggled softly and he smiled. "Gotcha." He whispered, leaning closer. I froze. "Jack…" he stopped and looked at me with half-lidded eyes. "Jack, wait. I don't…I can't…" He retreated as if I'd hit him.
"Can't…what?" I looked away. "I can't…I'm…I'm scared. I don't want to…" Jack scrambled backwards. "Just…Just go…p-please…" He jumped off the bed onto the floor and darted to the window. He glanced back at me and I saw the pain and hurt in his eyes. I must have loved him or shown him a lot of affection before I underwent surgery. I reached a hand out to him. "Jack, wait-" he jumped out of the window and disappeared. I withdrew my hand and brought it to my chest. "I'm sorry…" I whispered. And it started to snow in my room. I held out my other hand-which was still frosted over-and caught a snowflake. It grew larger and reformed into a tiny pond. Other snowflakes landed and changed until I had an entire view of a winter pond. Another snowflake floated down and formed a tiny Jack. He flew at a high speed towards the pond and landed hard, rolling to a stop. The snowflakes melded together and gave me a close-up view of Jack's face. He rolled flat onto his stomach and buried his face in his hoodie sleeves. My heart gave a painful lurch at the sight. "Jack…" I watched as he pulled his thin body into a crouch, then sat back with a silent sigh and pulled his knees up to his chest. His staff was carelessly thrown at his feet and his hood was pulled up over his silver hair. The view changed and I was looking into Jack's eyes. I could see the tears rolling down his face and the hurt in his eyes. He looked away, as if he knew I was looking at him, and closed his eyes. I tried to touch his face and my hand went through him. I gasped. The feeling of going straight through Jack was colder that his touch. I withdrew my hand back quickly. Jack's hand went up to where my own hand went through his face and cupped his cheek. He looked stunned for a moment. But then the snowflakes all swirled around me for a moment and then disappeared in a whirl of black. "Well, well. What have we here?" A silky British accent hissed from the shadows. A man materialized out of the inky blackness and folded his hands behind his back. "W-Who are you?" My voice trembled and I cursed myself for being so frightened. "I, my dear, am the Nightmare King." He stepped forward and grabbed my arm harshly. "And, dear Emilie, you are coming with me." He blew black dust into my face and caught me as I gasped and fell. I had lost all control over my body. The Nightmare King-whoever he was-yanked me through the room and into the darkness. And everything went black.

And there you have it! The first chapter! R&R and tell me any ideas you have in your reviews please!

Thanks, Kira'sGuardian