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Golden sand curled around the sleeping form of Jack Frost. Sleep was especially rare for the young winter spirit, redirecting avalanches in the Himalayas took its toll on Jack. When the day ended, the boy had made a beeline toward the nearest couch in North's workshop. It had been the big, jolly, Russian who had found Jack and, with a smile, threw a blanket over him. Jack subconsciously tangled his hands into the fabric and snuggled it closer causing North's smile to widen.
North had discovered a small secret of Jack's through observation. Jackson craved warmth. Many nights North grew restless and would creep out to the globe room and find Jack sitting in front of the crackling fire.
It had alarmed North at first, for the boy could not handle an excessive amount of heat, but seeing that Jack was fine, North dismiss his worry and dared to creep closer. One night he had been close enough to hear Jack humming to himself a song that North had heard before.
It had been Christmas Eve and North had stopped to deliver presents to a small village called Burgess and at one particular cabin North had watched a young mother gently rock a fussing child.
"There, there, my darling. You're alright." She said sweetly. The mother began singing softly to the child a song that sent warmth bubbling within North's chest; The melody drifted through the air like a beacon of joy.
The rest of the song had faded over time but still remained there in the back of North's mind.
Evangeline had been the queen of the Nice List and sent letters asking for nothing more than the safety and well being of her family. Her heart was always kind and gentle and one very special Christmas Eve she left a gifts for him and his reindeer. Carrots she had grown herself and a beautiful doll with a note.
'For all you've done for me.' It had said. North had never realized that the child in her arms was Jackson Frost. Now that he thought about it, he had her little twinkle in his eyes and sometimes when he smiled softly he looked like her. North wiped away small tears from his eyes and sighed.
"Sleep well Jackson." He whispered, then, he blew out the lamp and left.
"What's wrong mate?" Bunnymund asked as he hopped out of his tunnel.
"You seem awfully blue tonight, North." The pooka asked in his Australian accent.
"Bunny do you remember Evangeline Overland?"
Bunny stopped and sat on his haunches, a sad smile crossed his furry lips.
"How could I forget sweet Evangeline. She left me beautiful eggs every Easter and she was so, so, wonderful." Bunny let his ears fall. "Why do you ask North?"
North motioned for Bunny to take a seat. Slowly the pooka hopped over and sat.
"I ask, my friend because, well, because." His voice wavered.
"What is it mate?"
North took a deep breath. "Do you remember the day Evangeline had her first child? A son."
Bunny nodded.
"Well I've discovered Jack was her son."
Bunny sat silently. "How do you know?" He asked softly.
"I've seen her in him and I just feel it in my belly."
A large tear slid down Bunny's cheek leaving a trail of wet fur.
Evangeline had been like a daughter to all the Guardians and as she grew from a child to a woman her light never disappeared from the globe. Only when she had passed did it go black. And the Guardians were heartbroken. Very rarely did the loss of a mortal effect them so greatly and now it seemed part of her had found them once more.
"I had noticed something familiar about Jack." Bunny whispered.