Hello random strangers! I cannot believe I actually am publishing a story! Now, this is my first story, so please cut me slack! As always, for other stories, read and review! Dont mince words (actually do, who doesnt love sugar coding!) I will shut up after informing you that this story has some of those short'n'sweet chapters! But there are a heck of a lot of them! Okay, now I'm shutting up! Have fun!

Jack

"Woo-hoo!" I shouted as I glided down the mountain face at the speed of sound. As I flew towards the bottom of the mountain the wind whipped my hair back and froze my eye-lids. If someone had seen me they probably would've have thought that I was some crazed guy with a really bad plastic surgeon because my mouth was frozen in a unnatural smile. But if they did, I wouldn't have cared because this was way too much fun! Who doesn't love to feel the wind whip through their hair, as they travel down a huge mountain face at speeds that a racecar wishes they could travel. All while getting frost-bite! I don't know about you, but I do! This could also be because I am virtually indestructible. I'm immortal!

But where are my manners? Let me introduce myself, I'm Jack Frost. Yes, like the Jack Frost. The wickedly handsome bad-boy extraordinaire! (I'm also an immortal Guardian that summons storms, creates flurries, and cancels school for all of you non-tropical people.) Even though I'm the class-clown-from-the-dawn-of-time I still have feelings for people. That's why I help cancel school for every kid in the northern and southern hemispheres (you're welcome!). I'm also not the only Guardian (gasp!). Santa Claus (scary), Easter Bunny (um…unique), Sand Man (super fun/serious), Tooth Fairy (obsessed with teeth), and me, Jack Frost, (awesome!) are all the Guardians that protect children from evil and instill hope in the world. You could say that we are every kid's guardian angel.

Paranoia! Do you know that feeling you get when someone is watching you? Think of that feeling, times it by one-hundred thousand, and you'd know how I'm feeling now. That could mean only one thing: Pitch was here. Pitch Black (also referred to as the Boogey-Man) was the sworn enemy of the Guardians. Our goal is to bring peace and hope to the world, Pitch's goal is the exact opposite. Naturally, this tends to cause some disagreements.

Pitch should have been in jail, where we had put him two years ago after we hunted him down. He had been kidnapped by his own night-mares. Unfortunately, that had been my chance to prove myself to the Guardians and he had made me seem like a traitor. Now he was my personal enemy, not just a political one.

Sure enough, a couple-hundred feet more and I saw him. A dark shadow was held in contrast against the white snow. I abruptly turned and went towards the shadow. Right before I reached it, it swerved away, disappearing then reappearing somewhere farther down the mountain. Pitch still liked to play games it seemed. "Hello Jack," greeted a voice that sent shivers through my spine. "Hey Pitch," I retorted, "Long time no see." There was no laugh, just a bitter silence. Pitch started talking, but I wasn't paying attention. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw a shadow stroll through a cavern and out again. I turned so abruptly that even I didn't expect it. I sent a wave of ice through my magical shepherd's crook and towards the shadow.

The ice hit its mark and Pitch fell silent. I dashed over to the place where the shadow had been and found frozen night-mare dust. I cursed quietly under my breath and heard a deep, hollow, booming laugh fill up the cavern. "Jack, Jack, Jack, so quick to revenge," Pitch chuckled. I recoiled from the sound and the "laughing" grew louder. "I met someone very much like you once, she was weak, and had a frozen heart like yours!" I was taken aback, someone like me? I shook my head trying to clear it. Pitch was just trying to get inside my head; that was all. Still, someone like me? Pitch's words had hit their mark.

"Come out here you coward!" I commanded Pitch.

"She was young like you," he continued in his description of the girl like me. "She had a rough childhood, and a content life. She never even married because she was so pathetic!"

"Stop hiding in the shadows you useless piece of #hit!" I shouted. This seemed to make Pitch stop his lecture.

"Now, now, Jack that is improper language!" He had he nerve to scold me!

Instead of looking like his words had no effect on me, I charged. I sent blasts of ice throughout the cavern. One of them hit its mark and Pitch vanished. He said one word before he left, "Elsa".

That night I lay awake. I thought of the person Pitch had described. I didn't know if I felt relieved or depressed that I wasn't the only one with ice powers. I'd have to ask Tooth if she had any information on this girl. Oh, if only I knew her name. Then I remembered the last word left by Pitch, "Elsa". That is when I realized that "Elsa" wasn't a word, it was a name! It was a strange name, but it was a name. Since it was the only lead I had I decided to follow it, in the morning.

"Morning!" I yawned. "Good morning," everyone responded. "Everyone" was Santa, Bunny, Toothy, and Sandy. Sandy just nodded because he couldn't talk. I guess being made out of sand messes up your vocal cords, but I don't know! I caught a couple of baby teeth looking at my teeth and swooning, they made me feel uncomfortable. Baby teeth were the Tooth Fairy's little helpers and they are, unlike Tooth, fairy-sized. That is why they are called baby-teeth. They all have the glittery, rainbow plumage that Tooth has and little tiny beaks. They are pretty adorable, until they start swooning because your teeth are so white, then they get creepy.

Today was our Winter Solstice meeting. We have lots of meetings. There was a meeting for each special holiday (Christmas, Easter, etc.) and one on the winter, spring and summer solstices for those who work everyday. Everyone got one meeting and the Winter Solstice meeting was mine. Of course I worked year round, but I drew this slot. I had to fill one whole hour of talking about myself, wow. Should I tell them about Pitch? No. I was going to keep that to myself until I figured it out. "Jack, tell us how you're doing," Santa instructed. Taking a deep breath, I stood and walked towards the front of the room.

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