**I don't own Rise of the Guardians...*

Jack Frost hung upside down on a tree branch, making a funny face at his mortal friend Jamie, now 14 years old. The younger boy (who was really younger by over 300 years) let out a hearty laugh, falling into a bank of snow, clutching his side. The white haired boy also let out a laugh, falling out of the tree but the wind caught him before he hit the ground. This was what Jack loved the most about being able to be seen- to be able to make other people laugh, to make them happy. Jack grabbed his staff, planting it firmly into the snow, leaning on it only slightly. After the mishap with Pitch Black a few years back, he found himself being especially careful with his splintered possession. When the evil spirit had broken it, it felt as if someone had ripped Jack Frosts heart out. Not exactly something he wanted to experience again. "So, kid, what are your plans for winter break?" he asked, raising a dark eyebrow that contrasted majorly with his white hair.

Jamie rolled his eyes, brushing a few snowflakes off of his jacket, mumbling something along the lines of 'I'm not a kid'. His mother would probably scold him later for getting all of his clothes wet, and also for not going straight home. But the winter spirit- and now Guardian- had been waiting outside of his high school with a surplus of snowballs. "Nothing much," he shrugged one shoulder lazily, meeting his eyes to Jack's. "I was hoping that you could maybe stay around for a while. I know that it's almost Christmas, and you're probably awfully busy and all... But it's just no fun without you here."

Jack tried to suppress the smile that was tugging at his lips, but it was useless. He could never get over the fact that someone actually wanted him. That people wanted him. It still wasn't something he was used to, even if that had been the case for a couple of years now. But Jack figured that way was better, since he knew kids could stop believing in him at any given moment. "Yeah, of course I'll stay here for a while. I already brought snow to everywhere that was in need of it... So I don't see why I should have to leave anytime soon."

The brunette child now wore a grin that was large enough to match Jack's, relieved at his answer. Even though he asked the same thing every year, and he always got the same response, he still was slightly worried that Jack would change his mind. "So that's it?" Jack asked with a scoff, shaking his head and pulling Jamie out of his slight trance. "You're not doing /anything/ exciting over the break?"
"Well..." he thought for a moment, before an invisible light bulb went off. "Oh! My cousins coming down for break. Her dad passed away a few months ago, and her, her sister and her mom don't want to be all alone on the holiday... But that's about as exciting as it gets."
Jack perked up slightly, standing up straighter. "Cousin?" his immediate thought was of another young child who he could share his winter wonders with. "Does she... You know, believe?" in me, he added mentally, but knew Jamie would know what he was getting at, even if he didn't vocalize it.

"Well, uh," he scratched at the back of his head, a shiver running up his spin. He cursed his low resistance to the cold, but just sighed. "She's like, sixteen, so I don't really know. You know how uncommon it is for older kids to see any of the spirits."

Jack's smile faltered, but he tried to not let Jamie see it. "No big deal," he said confidently- Jack Frost was always confident in what he said. "Just another challenge we'll have to overcome. I'll tell you what- how about the both of us make her believe by the time she goes home? Sound good?"

Jamie nodded slightly, getting up from his spot in the snow and brushing his pants off. "Sounds like a plan to me," he smiled a little, but something told Jack that he wasn't 100% into the plan. "Actually, I gotta get going. We're supposed to pick her up at the airport in-" he paused to look at his watch, before widening his eyes. "Fifteen minutes! Aw, darn it, I really gotta go. We'll start trying to make her believe tomorrow, all right? Give her a few hours to get settled in, at least," he hitched his backpack onto his shoulder, before beginning to run off in the direction of his house. "By Jack! See ya later!"

The icy boy smiled, allowing the wind to carry him up into the high branches as he watched him run back home. The only thing left to do now was to wait.

This would be a challenge.

But if there's one thing that Jackson Frost liked, it was a challenge.

*Ok, so i wanted to make a story with an actual plot instead of just a bunch of one shots. But I will update Frost and Flowers soon! I just have to come up with a good enough idea for a one shot... so please read and review:)*