Hey, everyone! I said I'd be writing more fan fictions and here's one of them! From the first time I saw Rise of the Guardians in theaters I knew I'd end up writing some kind of fan fiction about it... and here it is! It's a bit of a change of pace from my other writing but I'm having fun with it, and I hope that you enjoy it too. Well, without further ado, my new story! Hope you like it. :) Don't forget about reviews and stuff!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians.

Man, I love my job.

All across the town of Burgess, lights were switching on, curtains were being drawn back, and the faces of wide-eyed hopefuls were presently smushed up against the glass. What the children saw didn't disappoint. A blanket of pure white had spread itself over every rooftop and lawn, coated every road and sidewalk, and filled every possible nook and cranny with its icy splendor. More pallid flecks continued to glide down to join their fellow brethren. Each window's face morphed into an excited, joyful expression, as they knew what such a snowfall entailed.

"SNOW DAY!"

Yes, the "freak snowstorm," as the befuddled weathermen had called it, had arrived so unexpectedly and in such a large quantity that there was simply no way that the schools could open their doors. Bummer. Oh well, it's not like the teachers wanted to slap math formulas and Shakespearean quotes up on the chalkboard for their pupils to simply ignore them and look out the window instead. Those kids deserved a break. I mean, every kid deserves a little time off once in a while, right? If it were up to me I'd let them romp about in a winter wonderland every day, but of course the laws of the changing seasons say otherwise. Plus I'd already been rather generous to Burgess in terms of snow days. Guess I'd have to lay low for a while and let the math and Macbeth fly.

But that was for another time. Now, in this moment, it was a free day, a great day- a SNOW DAY. Best of all days, if you ask me. From my current altitude above the small town I could see (with a perfect view no less) that the kids of Burgess agreed. Little forms decked out in phosphorescent down jackets, puffy snow trousers and snow boots were already trickling out of homes at a steady rate, armed with carrots and top hats for snowmen and old wooden sleds several times their size. In a matter of moments I could see the foundations of igloos and snowmen starting to pop up, snowballs being thrown, and snowflakes being caught on warm pink tongues, signaling the snow day was already in full swing. But of course, the party couldn't start without the host. Time to go have some fun.

I gripped my staff tightly and swooped down towards the small town with blinding speed, my silvery hair whipping in my eyes and the cold winter air spattering against my cheeks and eyes. Man, I love the feel of a nice frozen breeze in the morning. I pulled myself back up before crashing into a house and skimmed along its roof, brushing my fingers along the snow on top of it and feeling them tingle from the snow's soft, chilly touch. I love the feeling of snow, it's light and delicate but deliciously cool. Just like me, I suppose, except I'm no delicate little snowflake, I'm all fun and games.

Some laughter and shouts from below caught my attention. Speaking of fun and games... I looked down to see that I was approaching a house with some kids out front, engaged in a hard-core snowball fight. I paused in mid-air to watch. Upon closer inspection the fight did not appear to be all that fair; it was one versus three. That one solo kid was going all-out, chucking snowball after snowball with so much force that I half-thought his arm would fly off along with the icy projectiles. Unfortunately for him, the snowballs weren't exactly hitting what they were supposed to. The opposing kids ducked and dodged his attacks easily, giggling and making faces to taunt the boy further. I felt kind of bad for him, he deserved an A+ for effort, no doubt about that.

I think I'll lend him a hand. Poor kid needs something for all that hard work. I clutched my staff and formed three large snowballs out of thin air. one for each target. I raised my staff, then swung it down, pointing it in the general direction of the kids. The snowballs hurtled down, and... smack, smack, SMACK! Each one found its mark, one on a shoulder, another on the back, and one on the leg. The three struck kids, completely bewildered, didn't know what to think and were looking around wildly, seemingly determined that the snowy orbs had dropped out of a tree, or a lamppost, or a bush even. But the bespectacled boy who'd been throwing to begin with knew. He looked right up to the spot where I hovered and grinned hugely.

"Thanks, Frost-man!" he called up to me through cupped hands.

I smiled down at him and shrugged. "'Swat I do," I said to him.

The boy's three playmates quickly turned at the sound of my voice and looked up. Each little face morphed into one of surprise, and then into a kind of annoyed expression after that.

"Aww, come on Jack, that's not fair!" said one girl, her face all pink from laughing earlier. "You're already like the king of the ice so you're automatically gonna have the upper hand!" Even as she tried to appear displeased with me, her face was already turning into one of wonder and admiration.

"Yeah," agreed another kid, a little stocky redhead who seemed tired from leaping about to dodge snowballs. Poor guy. He too just couldn't seem to stay mad at me either.

I chuckled. "Yeah, I may have done something a liiiittle bit not by the book, but how do you think your friend feels, eh, kiddos?" I gestured to the little boy with the glasses on his face, who nodded back up to me. "I was watching earlier and your friend here was all by himself trying to take out all three of you! Not exactly fair right then and there, now is it? I just had to step in and even the odds a little." The boy's friends looked across the way at him and their faces fell a little, as they realized that they hadn't been the best snowy playmates.

"We're sorry, Jake," the pink-faced girl said to the glasses-wearing boy, "we should have seen how hard you were trying to get us and taken it easy on you."

"Yeah," agreed the redheaded boy again. Clearly this one was either a people-pleaser or a man of few words. Possibly even both.

"Hey, I have an idea," said the third kid, another girl with her short black hair poking out of a knitted cap shaped like a sock monkey. "Let's make the fight two-on-two, like it should be. Then Jake won't be all by himself!"

"Hey, there's some nice thinking," I said with a smile. Sock-monkey girl gleamed up at me with her huge brown eyes. "Well, now that you guys have settled everything out, I'm gonna keep on spreading my wintry cheer through Burgess. You kids have fun, okay?"

The kids nodded back up at me. "Sure thing. Thanks, Jack!" they all shouted in unison. With one last goodbye wave and smile, I lifted up higher and continued with my air patrol, leaving the four little munchkins to start a real snowball fight.

Yup, I'm Jack Frost, in case my earlier clues didn't give it away. I'm the Guardian of Fun you see, and I was responsible for today's freak snowstorm and all the other freak snowstorms that had come before it. I love my job, but not just because I get to create snow and dump it wherever I feel like it. It's because of that little moment right there that I had with the kids that makes all of this worth it. I typically don't pay visits to the kids all the time (lots of snow to maintain), but on occasion when they happen to look up and see me flying around, I'll always say hello to them and it makes me feel nice and fuzzy inside to see the happiness on their little faces and hear the adoration in their voices as they thank me for another great snow day. It hadn't always been this way, though. Before I'd become a Guardian, I'd been a loner that not one child believed in. People used to walk straight through me because they didn't believe in my powers or my existence; "Jack Frost" was just an expression to all of them. If not for one awesome little boy, I'd probably still not be believed in today.

Speaking of an awesome little boy... I snapped back into focus at the sound of some familiar laughter. I looked down below me and saw that I had entered an equally familiar part of the neighborhood. Ten-year-old Jamie Bennett was outside in his front lawn, decked out in winter gear, making a snowman with his little sister Sophie. While the two of them rolled together a snow mound for a head, Abby, the family greyhound, was out exploring the frosty wilderness, her snout deep in the mysterious icy substance. At the sight of the three faces I couldn't help but smile. Jamie had been the first to believe in me, so I couldn't help but always feel grateful to him whenever I saw him. He was a great kid.

As I passed over the Bennett's front lawn, my shadow caught the boy's eye and he looked up. His warm brown eyes widened and he flashed me a huge grin. "Hey, Jack! Thanks for the snow day!" he called up to me, waving one gloved hand.

I smiled and waved back as I passed. "Keep up the good work, you two!"

Jamie nodded vigorously as he turned back to his sister. "Hey, Soph, after we finish our snowman, let's make another one shaped like Jack Frost! Does that sound like fun?"

"Preeetty!" The little girl agreed, clapping her hands after me.

I grinned as I continued with my flight. Good old Jamie and Sophie. Gotta love those guys.

As I passed over the rest of the town I continued to look down at all of the people below. I was in Burgess so much that I recognized every face that I saw passing by. There, for instance, was that older lady who loved scarves and was always walking at least three dogs about town. And there was the bald, mustached guy who worked in the grocery store and was oftentimes outside feeding pigeons with the bread he'd get at a discounted price. As I continued along I spotted more and more familiar faces.

There's the old lady driving her antique Ford, the little boy who likes to play tag, the unfamiliar girl on the bench-

Wait a sec, hold the phone, who is that on the bench?

I paused mid-flight to look down at the girl in question. I quickly realized that she might see me hovering suspiciously over top of her seat on the bench, so I swooped over to a tree behind her. I landed on a high branch, set down my staff next to me, and studied the girl with curiosity.

She was quite unlike anyone I had ever seen before. Most of the teenagers here in Burgess all fit the same mold: hunky jock types for the guys and tall, slender Barbie-doll girls. Not exactly an original vibe. This girl wasn't anything like those teens. She wasn't nearly as toothpick-thin and she had some curves, which I found refreshing and very... real. I definitely preferred her over someone who was so thin that they didn't seem able to hold themselves up on a pair of sticks-for-legs. She looked around my age (my equivalent human age, that is) and seemed to be lost in whatever it was she was drawing. She had a small red sketchbook in her lap and she appeared to be sketching something with a purple ballpoint pen, though from my angle I couldn't quite see it. She had some earbuds in her ears, from which I could hear some rock song echoing, and they attached to an iPod encased in a cover shaped like a cupcake. Cute and unique, I noted. The sun shone down in just the right way that her long black hair sparkled in the sunlight, picking up some dark brown undertones and making them shimmer. Her hair was also quite unique for another reason, as there were streaks of pure gold here and there mixed in with the black. It was hard to tell whether her hair was naturally black and she had put in the gold highlights, or if she had golden blonde hair dyed black with a few original strands poking through, but either way she made it work. All in all, she'd blown me away.

She seems really nice, I thought. Well, granted, she's sitting by herself and I haven't seen her talk to anyone so I don't know that for certain, but... wow. Maybe I should go talk to her. I've got some spare time.

Before I could make my mind up about talking to the unique girl, I heard a high-pitched squeak come from somewhere behind me. I snapped to attention and turned around, but nothing was there. Huh, that's odd. Maybe I'm hearing things. I slowly began to turn back around when I heard the noise again, this time coming from a tree branch to my left, above me. I looked up, feeling somewhat tense, and I saw a familiar face up there. Instantly I felt stupid for getting so worked up over nothing.

"Baby Tooth!" I exclaimed in surprise. The little messenger was hovering in mid-flight near a snow-covered tree branch, her kaleidoscopic feathers glistening in the sunlight. I smiled up at her, wondering why on earth the fairy had come all the way out to Burgess to find me, but my smile faded the minute I noticed her expression. She was flitting about not in her normal happy, carefree way, but with tension. Her expression was rigid and her eyes were wide with... fear. I felt a small knot starting to form in the pit of my stomach. Whatever reason Baby Tooth had suddenly arrived here for, it wasn't good.

"What's wrong, Baby Tooth? Is something going on at the North Pole?" I asked her, extending one hand out towards the fairy.

Baby Tooth nodded vigorously and fluttered over to me, squeaking up a storm. While I couldn't quite understand what she was saying, her message was clear: something was going on at the Pole and I needed to be there. NOW. I felt myself become rigid. Everything had been so peaceful as of late, and I had absolutely no idea what was in store for me.

I glanced back down towards the bench where the girl still sat, doodling away, and I felt a bit of longing creep in out of nowhere. I'd really wanted to meet that girl, she seemed super-cool. But one more squeak from Baby Tooth snapped me to attention. The other Guardians could be in trouble. Whoever she is, she would unfortunately have to wait for another time. Well, at least she would be easy to find next time. I'd know that black and golden head of hair anywhere.

I turned back to face Baby Tooth, who looked even more urgent than before. "Don't worry, Baby Tooth, one quick portal to the North Pole, coming up," I said, trying to be reassuring. I reached into the pocket of my sweatshirt and pulled out a glass ball filled with water and snow. At the mention of the words "North Pole" the image of the frosty mountains and North's workshop appeared in the ball's surface. I clutched the ball, and with one last look around me, I threw the ball up into the air. A huge portal opened in mid-air and a wave of frosty northern air hit me clear in the face. Yup, that's the North Pole all right. I grabbed my staff and flew through without another word or thought that could distract me. Baby Tooth swooped in after me and the portal closed behind us, transporting us both from the peaceful town to whatever darkness awaited on the other side.

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Gillian's P.O.V.

What was that?

I lifted my head and turned around to look at the tree behind me. I yanked one mint green earphone out of my ear, the sound of Three Day's Grace becoming half as loud with my action. There was nothing in the tree but some snow on a couple branches. I narrowed my golden eyes and frowned. I could've sworn I felt a strong breeze behind me, like something had been there. The tree just stood there, like, well... a tree. Nothing more, nothing less. I sighed. I guess I'm just hearing things again. Maybe I should go see a doctor or something.

I set my sketchbook aside and turned over my iPod, tapping the screen with one ringed finger to consult the time. What I saw made me frown. Shoot, I'm going to be late! My friends are going to be wondering where I am. Better put the drawing away for now. I paused to look at my sketch of a dragon hatchling poking its way through an egg for a quick moment before closing my sketchbook.

I picked my plaid messenger bag off of the ground where it sat next to my grape Doc Martens and opened it up, dumping my stuff inside. I stood up and slung it over my shoulder, looking up at the suspicious tree one last time before walking off down the sidewalk in the direction of the mall. Even as I walked away, feeling the sunlight run in pleasant warm waves down my back, I had the strangest feeling that I was being watched.

So that's chapter one! I realize it kind of took a while to get started up, but don't worry, there will be plenty going on in the next chapter! You'll learn more about miss Gillian (who is the girl Jack was spying on, if anyone's confused) and what's going on in her life, and everything going on at the Pole will reveal itself too, plus some other stuff. I hope that you are enjoying the story so far and I will try to get the next chapter up soon!

Later,

MellowPaper