Author's Note: I'm telling you people, I have to write what I feel like, otherwise I'll have a meltdown. So here's another story. :) I've actually been working on this story since I saw it last month the day after it came out. But I just got around to writing it. Just in time for Christmas! More over Christmas break, blah, blah, blah. Enjoy.

I follow close to North's heels as he guides me around his hectic workshop. I really want to stop and look around a little, but the old man won't let me. Says that what we have something important to discuss today. I have to admit that I am more curious about my first Guardian meeting than the workshop, at the moment.

It's been close to a month since I've been sworn in as one of the Guardians- the Big Four (now the Big Five, if you will)—as the Guardian of Fun. It doesn't sound very, I don't know, "official" and all, not like the Guardian of Wonder does, but I like it every bit as much because it's my title… that and it sounds like the most entertaining.

I turn where North turns, following his every footstep as he guides me around corners and avoiding flying airplanes and clumsy Yetis. I wonder where he got those Yetis… I want one.

North stops at a door that I would have missed if he hadn't have led me here. He shows me the passcode to get in, a number of different knocks in different places on the wooden door. He opens the door only wide enough for him to go through, which is pretty wide if I'm being honest, so I slide in right behind him.

Around a large wooden table sit Toothiana, Bunnymund, and Sanderson, already bickering back and forth with Sandy's intelligible sand sculptures silently forming above his head. They stop immediately when they see North and me, Toothiana quickly flying up to give me a hug, Bunny sitting in his seat mumbling to himself, Sandy smiling silently in my direction.

North sits me down by him at the head of the table, and he folds his hands in front of him and begins to talk in his heavy Russian accent, "Jack, I'd like to welcome you to your first Guardian meeting. But this meeting is only about you, and nothing else."

I nod my head, not knowing what to say or expect, for once. Tooth looks at me reassuringly and I stare up at North. "Alright! What do I have to do?"

North belts out his jolly old laugh and says, "No, boy. You have to do nothing but learn." North shifts a bit in his seat and continues, "We have communicated, as your elders, to Man in Moon. It seems he wishes to give you the three things that are set apart for Guardians alone. The first is your dominion."

I interrupt, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. My dominion? Like the Warren? Like your workshop? I get one?"

"When the Man decides to give you one, then yes, absolutely. But until then, you will have to wait. He will show you the place when it is your time. The next is Assistants, if you choose to have them." I give North a quizzical look. "I mean small helpers, like my elves and Yetis, or like Tooth's mini fairies."

I nod. "And finally, you have been given the task of choosing something. Something that only Guardians know about. Their correspondence, not their existence, has been kept from the rest of the population of both the supernatural and earthly worlds." North stands. "Follow me."

Confusion clearly displaced on my face, I look around at the other Guardians. They smile at me, standing (or floating), as well, like they all know something I don't. And they do. Which bothers me.

"What?" I ask, now standing from my chair, too. I'm a little glad we get to leave this room. That chair was way too warm—just how North likes it.

The other Guardians don't say anything. I hurry on behind them, rushing my way up to the front to meet North's wide strides. He leads me down and up like a billion flights of stairs. I hear Tooth giggling behind me. Is she really this excited about the secret? This had better be goo—

North shows me a set of wide oak doors twice the size of himself, accented with gold swirls and a silver sheen. He turns his head towards me with a smile and an eyebrow raised as he puts his gigantic hands onto the door handles.

In one throw, he opens the doors up wide, sending a cold breeze over all of us. I must look like an idiot standing there with my mouth agape.

This room is filled with red and gold furniture (especially a gargantuan "u" shaped couch that takes up half the room), a humongous window wall, and countless books on oak bookcases. But that's not all there is.

Sitting on the couch, there are several young people. I look over the face of a tall, skinny, dirty-blonde headed boy who has a look of urgency on his face. Music is drifting through the air from a guitar held by a boy who's wearing nothing but board shorts. I wonder how he can see the strings through his ratted bleach blonde hair. I look in my peripherals to see if North is angry about this boy putting his feet on this really nice couch. Next to the beach boy sits an extremely pale brown headed boy with the darkest eyes I've ever seen. He smiles and waves at me. And finally, turning around from the window to face us for the first time is a striking girl with fierce, wide green eyes and lengthy light brown hair. And she's barefoot. In the middle of winter. Which is only normal for, well… me.

North warmly clamps his hand on my bony shoulder. "Jack Frost, I would like to introduce you to the Keepers."