This is a ROtG fan-fiction with Jack Frost and Tooth Fairy…a year after Jack becoming a guardian and the baby teeth are still probably swooning but Jack actually takes a break some snow for a bit to see that Tooth likes him and all that cheesy, fluffy stuff.

This is my first fic, so let me just go through some things. Yes, I am a grammar Nazi. No, that doesn't make me immune to typos. Yes, I am 13. And blah blah blah, constructive criticism is welcome; just don't be harsh on my little virgin ears. And don't your worry your little hearts, this isn't too lemony, I mean it's DreamWorks and DreamWorks is crazy, but lemons is…well…it's preference. It's more of the fluffy romance that we all could see sparking between Jack and Tooth. Nothing too creative. I'll refer to all of you as guppies because you are my guppies that follow me and review my work – but don't be rude because I am a shark and yes I will bite. (not really).

"Could you stop – ow! – stop jingling! Hey! Watch it!" Jack's bright, airy voice had gotten a tad bitter as the pointy-headed elves scurried around him, jumping over him and ruffling his hair, wrapping him up in Christmas lights and worshipping him. The fairy lights flicked on, momentarily blinding the frosty-haired guardian, while the elves skipped in a circle around the colorfully glowing mess. He struggled to reach his staff, which almost slipped out of his grip, but he rolled it down his arm and tapped it gently. "You have a warning," Jack said calmly, extinguishing the Christmas lights, batting away jingle bells and wires. With tiny, excited squeals and giggles, the elves pranced around, pulling off the lights and unwinding the jingle bells tangled in the wiring. Stretching out his arms, Jack drifted up to stand on both feet, smoothing his hair out. "I've been a guardian for a year, you guys, and I know when you see me you think snow and Christmas, but calm down, okay?" With a shake of his head, Jack walked off, or more hopped, floating up and down with just a click of his staff.

Basically the only reason Jack hadn't gotten his own home was because Santa's suited him just fine. It was up north and at freezing temperatures all year round. There were traces of every guardian here, obviously Santa's the most, with his elves and yetis and brilliant toys, but Jack's frozen touch to doorknobs and chairs for a laugh. Tooth had left some baby teeth behind, which you would occasionally see zip nervously by, coming back with small pouches of teeth, drifting in and out of Santa's base for a visit. Santa was given a sack of Sandy's dream sound to put the hyperactive elves to sleep, or to entertain himself with the wonderful dreams they brought. Bunnymund and his eggs painted beautiful murals on the domed ceiling above the globe, and there were only flowers in the North Pole because of Bunny's tunnels.

Walking towards the room called his, Jack only gave a glance to several baby teeth, flying spastically with their heavy teeth, and as he passed a few of their wings went out and they plummeted down, their tiny hands over their hearts. All it took was a wave and a snow-fresh smile to send the rest into high-pitched squeals and chirps, all swarming around his head. Jack politely swatted them away.

Jack gently closed the door to his room, careful not to pinch any of the little ones as they came after him like iridescent flurries of feathers and rapidly beating wings. One, however, made its way in, and perched on Jack's finger, which he instinctively held out, even if he was bothered by them. They reminded him of Tooth, whom he hadn't seen in awhile. She was too busy to visit – she always was. So many kids lost teeth daily. Even though Tooth wasn't on the field much, she spent most of her time sorting and ordering, and nonetheless was very busy. Jack had been too distracted, and was intent on writing to her today. A baby tooth that Jack had dubbed Incisor, he knew because it had a minty tint to its feathers, and always stuck around, hovered over his shoulder. "I'm writing to Tooth, now shoo, go play with your friends," Jack muttered absently, shooing Incisor away. The little hummingbird squeaked and jerked backwards, looping upside down, and dropping on Jack's bedpost. It couldn't use its legs, but it could however land.

After writing another lame letter, Jack crumpled it and tossed it out, then rested his head in his hands. "I can't send any of these…she won't have time…I just have to wait, then." Incisor buzzed over, making the light sound by the snowy-haired boy's ear. "Incisor, do you want to go home to Tooth? Lead her here, maybe?" The mini-bird glanced at him in confusion, then nodded his stout little head, looping a loop and darting out the open window, stumbling in the air a bit. "Bye, Incisor…"

Well um, that's it for now! I'll probably continue with or without reviews, I know it was short and really boring but it's just the start so you know if you want to keep reading! I love you my guppies!