Author's Note: This story is inspired by Tooth Fairy and Jack Frost. I don't own Rise of The Guardians, but I am definitely in love with Jack Frost. 3
First chapter's short, but it's a beginning (:
Jack Frost was being Jack Frost.
What had announced his arrival was the loud bang of the front door and a huge gust of cold wind before a gaily laughter echoed around North's workshop. The yetis began to shout "ASDFGHJKKL" while the elves rushed out of the winter spirit's way before he froze them all.
His snowy white hair seemed to blend in with the flurries of snowflakes trailing behind him. Mischievous blue eyes scanned the surroundings before locking on his target: the Globe. He smirked to himself. He hadn't tried it before- freezing the sphere thingy that showed the children of the world.
He looked around; the Guardians weren't back yet, it seemed. Yetis and elves he could handle, but not North or Bunnymund. Carefully, he flew above the spinning globe.
That's when he noticed it.
How odd.
The solid bronze axis the Globe was spinning on had four different pictures embossed on it. His long pale fingers flexed out, tracing each picture gently. His eyebrows arched when he realised the pictures were very familiar...almost as if he had seen them before...somewhere.
He touched the nearest one: diamond shaped with a winged being in it.
And he pressed.