Author's Note: This is my first story but I'm going to do my best with it hope you enjoy it! On a side note..I know that this is a fairly commonly done oneshot but I couldn't resist putting my own spin on it.
Jack Frost was a winter spirit. That much was fairly obvious, so why the Guardians had decided to drag him to the Bahamas - the exact opposite of his comfortable climate and during the middle of summer… he had no idea. " Hey Frostbite! When are ya gonna get your arse in the water?" Bunny called from the edge of the beach.
" Maybe when the next ice age blows through Cottontail! And I didn't know that kangaroos were aquatic!" Jack shouted back. Bunny's answering words were lost on the wind which was probably just as well because they sounded rude. Jack huddled deeper into the shade of the umbrella, cursing under his breath. " I don't know whose bright idea it was to take a winter spirit anywhere warm during summer."
Suddenly something jerked Jack to his feet by the scruff of his neck. Flailing around like a fish out of water he had less than ten seconds to react before he was tossed straight into the oncoming surf. " C'mon Frost for the Guardian of Fun ya sure ain't havin' any!" Bunny's voice rang out just before his head sank below the surface.
Dark..Cold...Dark..Cold..Need Air...for a moment Jack wasn't Jack Frost spirit of winter, falling below water in the tropics he was a boy named Jackson Overland underneath a frozen lake in 1712.. After several moments of panicked paddling and kicking he finally surfaced and drew in several quick gulps of air before taking off towards the shore.
He sat straight down on the beach blanket and looked around. Tooth was sending him a look of motherly concern from her inflatable tube in the surf, a North was trying to build a sandcastle of enormous proportions and kept mumbling to himself in Russian every time it fell, Bunny was standing off to the side appearing a bit shell-shocked. And Sandy , who had been attempting to help North with his project, just stared.
Jack closed his eyes and leaned back against the umbrella, trying to get the images out of his head. This is why he hates the beach.
AN: Sorry it's so short…. If anyone has any suggestions for one shots I would appreciate it. Thanks for reading!