Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians, it belongs to William Joyce and Dreamworks.
I'm a boy!
The spirit of spring was pissed. No he was beyond pissed and who could blame him? It was as if everyone in the entire world was making fun of him. A fact that one particularly annoying winter spirit had been all too happy to point out. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to get his hands on said winter sprite before he rode off on the accursed wind. Even Mother Nature, who was supposed to be the symbolic mother of all seasonal spirits had done it.
She had called him a girl.
The very thought of it made him furious. Of course, it didn't help that his nickname was May Flower (His real name was Mayes) but still! Why did humans always depict him as woman? What was it about spring that struck them as being so girly? Spring was a time of new beginnings, a time where the earth woke up from the long slumber that was winter and got ready to start baring its bountiful harvest.
"Just what about that makes me a woman?" He grumbled bitterly to himself.
"I don't know," A new voice intruded. "I guess it's just one of those things. I'm pretty sure Jamie called it a 'stereotype'. Like how I'm a winter spirit and it somehow follows that I'm a cranky old man that enjoys freezing children to death."
Mayes Flower looked up at the all too familiar voice of Jack Frost. The bringer of winter was one of the few spirits that Mayes interacted with annually since he often had to stop the mischievous boy from prolonging winter into the spring months. Over the years the two had gotten into more than their share of arguments over the exact date spring should take over. One such fight had gotten so bad that Mother Nature herself had to step in. Needless to say they both had to lay low for awhile after that.
Mayes frowned at the other spirit, trying to figure out what he was still doing here as the spring season had already been ushered in two weeks before.
As if reading his mind, Jack smirked in that infuriating way of his and proudly stated that he had been passing by on his way to a guardian meeting when he'd spotted Mayes and decided to say 'hi'.
Mayes groaned internally. He had forgotten that the boy was a guardian now and would without a doubt get even more annoying with his pranks in the coming years as his powers grew from the belief of children.
"Then why don't you get to that meeting instead of bothering me?"
Jack frowned at the question, wearing a serious expression that Mayes had only seen on him once before, during the year following the blizzard of '68.
Finally, the immortal teenager looked up at Mayes, determination in his eyes as well as empathy.
"Because I know what it's like," The frost child said. "To be judged by what you are. To be avoided and hated because both mortals and spirits alike hate the cold and only see death in it. To be deemed heartless simply because that's how people see winter, not with any of it's beauty but only with their closed minded view."
With that, the winter child flew off leaving an incredibly confused Mayes behind. Was it just him or had the answers not really related to the questions? In any case, one thing Mayes did know was that he was definitely going to find out more about this whole 'stereotype' thing.
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AN: Gah! This was supposed to be about my OC being mad about people always depicting him as a girl but somehow ending up being more about Jack and stereotypes.
Anyway, I came up with this one shot after noticing that in every RotG fanfic that includes seasonal spirits, spring is always a girl which lead me to thinking how pissed off he'd be reading these fanfics as a boy.
Thank you for reading