A/N: After seeing the Rise of the Guardian's movie about… five times this little plot idea ticked me. Summery says it all. Each chapter may be stand alone mini-stories. Updates are sporadic.

Why did the Man in the Moon not speak to Jack past his naming? This is why.

Chapter 1

The Birth of a New Spirit

The Man in the Moon had seen such amazing things. He had seen the rise and fall of nations, the life and death of great people, and he had given the children of Earth something to believe and find happiness in. A way to forget fear and the darkness with his Guardians and other spirits. So when he caught sight of a young brown haired boy who tried to bring joy and happiness to his small, weary town MiM took notice. The boy believed in his Guardians with all of his heart, taking time to teach the stories to his little sister and the other kids, and loved to play in the winter. No matter what, the child always had fun though he could also be serious, hard working, and even studious.

So when the boy named Jack fell into the ice while his sister, the same sister he had just saved from that very fate, watched in horror he knew he had a new Guardian. "Jack!" the girl screamed as the ice froze above the teen. Unannounced to them a man with black hair and gold eyes watched with an evil smirk as he relished on the fear in the air. Jack hammered on the ice with all of his strength but MiM could see him fading fast. The girl seemed to realize this as she bolted to her feet and ran screaming for help, not seeing the man in the shadows as his grin grew wider. But MiM knew that help would come too late as the teen slowly slipped deeper below the ice. "What a pity!" the dark man chuckled, coming to the same conclusion. "Such delicious fear is only brought on by someone so truly brave. Oh well." The dark man laughed again before he vanished into his shadows.

MiM ignored the embodiment of Fear to focus on the drowning child. The only help the teen could receive now was that of MiM or Mother Earth and MiM didn't have to think about it. The boy had more heart than any other human he had seen in lifetimes though he was a bit of a trickster by nature. MiM knew Jack was a true child at heart which was uncommon for one near adulthood and with his sacrifice, he would be a wonderful Guardian. MiM nodded to himself and turned his attention to Grim as the herald of death approached, feeling the boy slipping away. "I shall take the boy," he informed the Spirit Guide gently. "I wish him to be one of my Guardians."

Grim's cowl lifted up to MiM in exasperation. "He is a mortal who is dying. There must be a payment for him to become one of my brethren," Grim reminded him sharply.

MiM sent back his own ire. "I know the laws," he huffed, still slightly insulted that his child would forget that he taught them the laws themselves. "You may take his mortal memories for your payment." MiM kept quite that the young teen could always get them back by visiting Toothina and his baby teeth. But Grim never liked that he would sometimes chose a mortal soul and this time was no exception.

Grim thought over MiM's price before he shook his head. He was still sore about not getting Nickolas St. North several decades earlier now he was losing this soul as well? Naturally Grim was irate. "It is not enough," Grim shot back. "You must not contact the child past his naming for a period of time. Three hundred years is the price."

"The boy will not know what he is supposed to do, what happiness he is to bring to the world!" MiM protested. Grim however just shrugged. He didn't care honestly, but it was the perfect justice. Hopefully this would keep MiM from trying something like this again. It caused a lot of problems, not just for Grim but for others. MiM sighed painfully but accepted as he knew he had no other choice. Grim was well in his right to ask for anything. "Very well. You have your payment." Grim had a pleased stance at that and accepted MiM's agreement. He extended his hand, summoning Jack's mortal memories to him before he left to tend to another dyeing soul. MiM's own power would have him keeping his word. MiM sighed sadly as he used his light to reach through the ice and grab the boy, body and all to give him new life as one of the world's Legends. He breathed ice, snow, wind, and winter into the teen, making sure to give him a conduit through the Sheppard's staff left on the ice and lifted him out of the cold. Brown hair had turned to white while brown eyes became ice blue as his winter powers adapted his body. He lifted his newest Guardian high into the air and whispered, "Your name is Jack Frost, Spirit of Winter."

Jack blinked startled as he was gently set on the now solid lake. MiM smiled down at his newest creation as the teen gained his feet and looked around with unbridled joy. MiM was pleased that, that particular trait Jack had been born with didn't go away. He laughed with Jack as he discovered his staff and his powers. He chuckled when the Four Winds picked the gangly teen up into the air, showing him that he could fly and that he was one of their kin.

Of course the child's natural curiosity picked up when the newly born spirit caught sight of the nearby town. MiM felt for Jack as he learned the darker side of being who he was as people walked right through him. He knew that Jack was going to go through a horrible time until he found his place. He knew it was going to be hard. So for now, he would offer his silent support. But Jack would someday learn he wasn't alone. That he, as a seasonal spirit had kin and others around him. Jack Frost, would become great one day and MiM was forced to wait until the boy learned that fact himself and thee hundred years were up. Maybe he could seen one of his Guardian's the way of the snowy teen…