A/N: So, I finally got to see this movie, and then I was reading fanfiction and then I wanted to write something for it, then this came out… Um, yeah… I may or may not continue it.
Just because eight children believed in him didn't mean the world now knew about Jack Frost. In fact, most of the other children scoffed at his kids. Yeah, he thought of them as his. It wasn't like he was like the other Guardians; he had to protect his few believers.
That was why it was so painful when they stopped believing.
Claude was the first. It was the day of Claude's sixteenth birthday and Jack would remember it forever. His birthday was in November and they'd spent the day before having an epic snowball fight. Jack saw him that day, walking with the rest of the group and talking animatedly. Jack grinned and scooped up a snowball, hitting Claude in the side of the head with it. The boy stopped walking and glared at his friends.
"Who threw that?" He demanded. They shrugged and looked around. Jamie was the first to spot Jack sitting on his staff and grinning.
"It was Jack! He Jack, come say happy birthday!" He called, waving wildly. Jack laughed and floated over.
"Happy birthday, kid." He said, reaching out to ruffle the kid's hair. Only to freeze when he passed right through him.
"What's your problem, guys? You're being really weird. C'mon, we're gonna be late for school." Claude said, shaking his head and starting to walk again. Right through Jack. He clutched his stomach out of reflex more than anything else: after so many years he hardly felt any pain. This time though, this time was different. This wasn't someone who had never believed, this was someone who just yesterday was laughing at his antics, that was questioning him about the Tooth Fairy's palace. He still couldn't move when as the rest of the kids kept walking as well, giving him sympathetic looks. Jamie even stopped to give him a short hug.
Jamie hugged him every time the others stopped believing. Pretty soon, Jamie was the only thing keeping Jack from sinking into a depression. The other Guardians tried to help, but Jack was avoiding them, and they were busy enough that they didn't know exactly what was going on. So Jack slowly drew away from everything but Jamie.
Five years after Claude, Jamie turned twenty-one and walked straight through Jack on the way to his car.
