"Frost!" Bunnymund shouted, running down the hallway the best he could with iced over feet. Err, paws. God, that little brat decided it would be funny if he froze the rabbit's feet to the ground. Bunnymund had managed to twist and crack the ice, the ice's squeaking against the delicate and smooth hard-wood floors as he lifted up his feet.

In front of the giant pissed off rabbit was a lanky, lean figure that was laughing with mirth. "What, your feet a little cold, Peter Cottontail?" the teenage boy teased. A frosted over shepherd's staff in his hand and his footsteps soon becoming lighter until he flew, Jack Frost was the one Bunnymund was chasing. Being the spirit of winter had its advantages, especially when the spirit of winter was a little trickster himself.

Bunnymund grit his teeth together, dodging some run-away elves and working yetis that littered North's workshop. "I've had it with your god-damned pranks!" he yelled, anger blaring in his words like a siren through his thick Australian accent. He had a passionate disliking for Jack Frost and everyone knew it, seeing their bickering and fighting. All Jack did was mess with his holiday and freeze water pipes. Why Tsar Lunar (Man in the Moon) picked this pixie in the first place to be a Guardian, the Pooka didn't have any clue.

"Ooh, the Easter Bunny's got a mouth on him!" Jack gasped, frost spreading across the walls he flew past. He turned around a corner, flying into a work room where the yetis made the toys. "Does North need to wash his mouth out with soap?"

Bunnymund, hot on Jack's trail, was stopped when Phil the Yeti was spun around so the winter spirit could hide behind him, using the Bigfoot looking creature as a shield. He couldn't help but smirk faintly and ignored Jack's teasing comment. "Too afraid of facing me, Frostbite?" The rabbit's ears perked up in interest as he leaned around Phil to see the snow-white haired boy maneuvering to the yeti's side. "All by yourself? Do you need someone to protect you?"

"Ha! Protector?" Jack scoffed. "In your carrot dreams, Kangaroo." Seeing Bunnymund's alarmed look at the nickname which he despised, he took his fleeting chance and started running again. He heard Bunnymund's footsteps behind him the minute he took off.

The winter spirit flew down some hallways with swift speed, quickly taking a peek behind him to see where Bunnymund was. Suddenly, there was a huge thump and Jack Frost went crashing down onto the ground. He could've sworn he heard something in his face crack, as well as in his back. At least his staff was okay, though. He stared up dizzily up at the ceiling, seeing two of everything for a few moments before his vision cleared up again. Jack quickly came scrambling up to his feet just when a large, furry paw grabbed him by the hood and lifted him up. "Oh, uh.. Bunny!" His voice had slight nervousness in it.

Bunnymund scowled harshly at the young boy, his green eyes darker than usual. "I told you specifically to stop it! But no, you just have to be too arrogant and make your point. I swear to MiM I'll-"

"Bunny," a Russian accent broke the tension. "Put Jack down and act your age!" The Russian accent belonged to a very tall and large man. He had bright blue eyes where wonder was evident, but at the moment, was filled with scolding disappointment. His black bushy eyebrows were furrowed into a frown. Tattoos lined up his arms, which were now crossed over his chest expectantly. He had white hair and a white beard and mustache, an brown boots and a red suit. A golden ring on this thumb on his right hand.

Bunnymund's eyes flickered from North to Jack, his 'oh crap, I've been caught' look hardening up into a look of hatred once his eyes landed on the pale skinned kid. His lips curled into a snarl. "Fine," he spat harshly, dropping Jack Frost onto the floor. He landed with a thump, yelping and jabbing Bunnymund's foot with the butt of his staff, which caused it to freeze over again.

Scrambling up to his feet, Jack looked at North with a gracious expression, which faded once the man started talking. "Bunny, Jack, you two are needed for the Guardian meeting."

"Guardian meeting?" Frost's voice was filled with curiosity. "Is this a monthly thing or what? We just had one in November." His hands brushed the dirt and dust off of his blue frosted hoodie and his brown, tattered pants. Frost tendrils spread out in all directions from where his feet were, crackling lightly as it formed.

The Guardian meeting had taken place a week before Thanksgiving Day arrived. North, the 'leader' of the Guardians (probably because he had the giant globe, and whoever gets the gigantic toys is always the leader), claimed it was to check up on things to make sure that there was no sign of Pitch Black, the Boogeyman, around. (That year's Easter was ruined by him and smashing Bunnymund's hard-work. The eggs. So, they were all a little bit cautious the rest of the year.) But Jack secretly thought that it was to get everyone together to play a four-hour-long 20 questions game. They were all oddly interested in him for some reason.

Jack was never around that much. He was always somewhere in the world where he belonged. Whether he give out frost in the springtime in some areas, or extreme blizzards in the wintertime areas, or sometimes just hanging out in Antarctica where he knew it'd never ever heat up, he was somewhere down below the North Pole.

Besides, everyone was really busy. Jack had his winter to spread, Sandy had his dreams to give out every night (which was almost constantly, night falling at different times in parts of the world), Toothiana and her little fairies had teeth to collect (which was time sucking as well, for the same exact reason for Sandy's constant absence), North was building and making millions of toys, and Bunnymund was painting millions upon millions of eggs. Thank the heavens the holiday spirits had helpers, or they wouldn't ever attend a single meeting ever in their whole entire lives.

There was a low chuckle from Santa Clause, the look of disappointment disappearing into faint amusement. "No, no, last month vas just check-up." He waved his large hand dismissively, his expression now turning grim. "This is real Guardian meeting. Serious business."

There was silence between all three Guardians, making a chill run up their spine. Not of the temperature drop, though. They've gotten used to Jack's low temperature area by now. Finally, the silence was invaded by a soft sigh escaping Bunnymund's furry lips.

"What is it this time, North?"

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Within the first few minutes of the Aurora Borealis, commonly known as the Northern Lights to people around the world, was sent out, all five of the Guardians were standing in the Globe Room. The Northern Lights was established quite a few centuries (give or take, however) before the current time as the Guardians' call. That's the reason why they were mostly so rare.

In the middle of the floor, there was a giant circle that had a diamond inside it. Inside the diamond was a fancy, curvy looking capital 'G'. Off in front of the 'G' was a control panel and a massive globe slowly spinning, millions of tiny little lights covering it. Some flickered on and some flickered off. Each little light stood for a child who believed. Belief kept them all up and on their feet - kept them from not fading away into oblivion.

The oldest of the Guardians was standing in his usual place, off towards the side. He was quite small, way shorter than all the rest. He was a little chubby as well with honey-golden eyes and golden hair, as well as his robe. Sandman, known and called as Sandy to everyone else, was the bringer of good dreams. He controlled golden dreamsand which aided him in doing so. He had a bright, childish smile and a lot to say, despite him being mute. The only way for him to communicate with others was using his dreamsand to conjure up images above his head, much like charades. He is often accidentally ignored, which irritates him so, but soon gets a say in everything.

Then there was Toothiana, known and called as Tooth (or Toothy, in North's case), the Tooth Fairy. The most obvious characteristic of hers was that she was part hummingbird, part human. Green, yellow, and blue feathers covered her whole body but her face and hands. Some feathers draped down behind her legs in a wedding dress type of style, a few feathers stretching over her head like a queen. Queen of the Tooth Fairies. She had bright violet eyes with, how you would say, extraordinary eyelashes. She had purple-ish wings on her back that seemed to change color as they buzzed in different angles of lighting. To accompany her as she worked, and for help with it as well, she had little tooth fairies that she gave orders to.

Jack Frost was crouching down on the crook of his shepherd's staff with no effort at all. The Guardians didn't know if he was able to do that because of his good balancing or because he was as light as a feather. Some even made a bet on it.

Bunnymund was crouched by the fire in the fireplace, trying to warm up as he rubbed his paws together. He had a brown sash that started from his right shoulder and went down to his waist on the left side of his body, dark blue tribal markings standing out against his grey, and undoubtedly fluffy, rabbit fur. "Seriously, North, where in this workshop is it colder?" He shivered, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

North only crossed his arms over his wide chest and pressed his lips into a thin line as he waited for everyone to settle down. They were all here and now, were waiting for him to speak. "There is threat to the children and to us," he announced.

"We kind of figured that, North.." Jack sighed softly and jumped off of his staff, letting his feet touch the ground with a soft padding noise. "Who is the threat, is our question." He leaned against his frosted over staff, one hand on it and the other stuffed into his hoodie's one pocket.

North gave them a sheepish smile. "I do not know who one of the threats are," he admitted. "But-"

"Wait, wait," Bunnymund interrupted him. "There's more than one threat!?" He stood up straight and stiffly, his ears perked up in alarm and alertness. The Guardians almost went down in flames - err, sand? - when it was only Pitch trying to over throw them. How, in any shape or form, were they supposed to take down two threats all at once?

"Yes, Bunny," North said, giving Bunnymund a quick glance. "The threat ve do know of is Pitch." There were collective groans, one being a silent sigh.

Sandy conjured up some of his golden dreamsand and made a figure of Pitch a little higher up than normal, then half a circle with an arrow at the end, which pointed to another figure of Pitch. 'It's a repetitive cycle,' he meant to say.

"How are we going to defeat him this time?" Toothiana squeaked, the humming and buzzing of her wings growing a little bit louder in volume out of her nervousness. Suddenly, a bright beam grabbed their attention.

A moon beam from Man in the Moon made its way to the 'G' in the middle of the room, which caused a crystal to rise out of the floor. It was a bright blue one, earning gasps.

"He's chosen a new Guardian," North said in awe. "Who is it, Man in Moon?" Everyone watched in interest, waiting in anticipation for the image to come up.

The image was of a girl, looked to be in her early twenties. Her hair was wavy and it came down to her mid back, a hard and intimidating expression on her face. Her eyes were fixed in a glare and her lips were pressed into a thin, firm line. What caught all of their attention was the fighting stance she was in: her feet were apart and she gripped something in her right hand tightly.

A knife.