Probably not the best but oh well.
He sighed, looking around his pond. Pitch was gone and everything was back to normal. Or, kinda. He was a guardian now. So, the only difference, really, is that kids can see him. Which is a nice touch and everything, but it still felt the same. He sat down on his frozen pond, soaking in the coldness from the ice.
Bunnymund was in his little Easter hole, Toothiana was dealing with the teeth from children, North was making toys, and Sandy was probably sleeping somewhere. All in all, nothing has changed. He was still Jack Frost. He didn't felt as if they developed any true friendship from them. Jack Frost sighed before hugging his legs. Usually his pond gave him comfort, but today it just made him felt even lonelier. His family was long gone, he was just an idol to the kids, and he was just . . . what, a partner for work to the other guardians?
A huge wind suddenly blasted him from behind, sending him up and back down into the snow. He climbed out, feeling disbelief that the Wind would even do that. However, the second Jack's feet touched the ground, another blast of wind hit him, sending him down. It wasn't until the third time that Jack realized it: The Wind was angry at him. It was trying to let him know that he wasn't alone.
He smiled before whispering, "I know." The Wind has always and will always be his friend.