Hi guys! This is my first RoTG fanfiction, and it's been so much fun writing it so far. I hope you enjoy it! There is much more exciting stuff coming up, so I'm sorry for a kind of un-eventful chapter. Please tell me what you think, review and feel free to drop suggestions. Rating is set M, because of later chapters. Will be BlackIce.

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The wind whistled through the pale pine trees, the long branches dancing to its rythm. Swirls of steel blue clouds colored the sky, highlighting the light blue and yellow background. The sun had almost set, casting long shadows of blue across the thick layer of snow.

The howling grew louder, as the wind seemed to have increased, carrying a boy along with it. His excited laugh echoed through the village. He wasn't worried about being seen, because people rarely saw him-even if he wanted them to. The wind blew through an open window, causing some papers to flutter about, and a surprised yelp sounded from inside the house.

"Oops," the boy grimaced and ran his right hand through his white hair, while holding a wooden shepherd's staff in the other. He admitted he wasn't the most graceful in the bunch, while he did have a talent for stirring up trouble. Everywhere he went, it seemed.

The boy grinned and breathed in the cold afternoon air, feeling how it tickled his throat. It was such a pleasant feeling, filling his lungs with the brisk taste of winter. Winter. Now, that was something he was good at.

The white haired boy leapt from the ground, floating above the houses, until finally landing on one of them. His clear blue eyes, glistened like ice, as he looked down on the children playing in the snow. A chuckle escaped his lips, and soon grew into a laugh when one of the children hit another's face with a snowball. The boy who'd gotten hit and the one who'd thrown, stared at each other for a moment, before they both burst out laughing.

He let his gaze float over the red houses, fascinated by how many shared the very same color. It was a beautiful contrast to the sparkling white snow. The snow he had created.

He quite liked Scandinavia, and Sweden always offered long cold winters this far up north. People here was used to winter, and hardly complained if he lowered the degrees a bit, or even if he decided to surprise them with snow in April. Most of them seemed to enjoy winter almost as much as himself.

The boy realized it had become dark, and to his dismay, the children started making their way back home. He jumped off the roof and landed, soundlessly, on the ground below. He watched as the children passed him, not noticing his presence. He placed his hand over his chest, clutching the blue hoodie, as he tried to suppress the sting of pain in his heart.

Scandinavia was great, but few here knew about him-about Jack Frost, the spirit of winter. And fewer actually believed in him. Jack sighed, feeling helpless. He should be used to this by now, after 300 years of the same thing, but it still hurt him. Especially now, after he'd become a guardian. He could imagine this must be what it would feel like, if someone handed him his favorite ice-cream and snapped it away again moments later, before he even had the chance to taste it. Although, this was worse. A lot worse. There had already been three years since that day-when they defeated Pitch. Children had started to believe in Jack again, and his powers grew with their belief.

However, children were just that; children. They would eventually grow up and forget. Jack knew that. A part of him clinged to the belief that children who'd actually seen him, played with him, wouldn't forget, but that was never bulletproof. Even the strongest believers, could stop believing when they grew up and became adults, forgetting fun while they buried themselves in work. It was a terrifying thing.

Jamie, however, never forgot. He still called out to Jack when he passed by and they shared stories and had snowball fights. Jamie might have been the sole reason that other children continued to believe in Jack. He felt grateful for the brave little kid. Without Jamie, they wouldn't have had a chance against Pitch.

The winter spirit stared up at the moon, glaring at it with frustration. What more did the moon want from him? The man in the moon didn't speak to Jack, no matter how many times he shouted at him. Manny hadn't spoken to him since the day he'd first created him, when he told Jack who he was. If he did speak, he only spoke to North. Jack couldn't help but feel discriminated and hurt. Was he still not good enough? Not that Manny spoke to Tooth or Bunny directly either, but Jack couldn't help but feel left out. If there was news, he was always the last one to know about it.

His gaze floated back to the house he'd been sitting on top of, watching as the snow-covered boy was scolded by his mother. Or at least, that was what Jack assumed they were doing. Swedish wasn't his forte. The boy's mother shook her head with a frustrated sigh, pointing for him to go inside. The boy smiled happily, despite the circumstances and went inside. Jack felt a sting of envy, looking at both of them.

It reminded him of his own family, the one he used to have such a long time ago. He wondered sometimes, what his parents would think if they saw him now. A guardian. A protector of children. He smiled at the thought. They would probably think it suited him, being the guardian of fun. They would laugh and cheer him on, and his father would start nagging at him for being barefoot in the snow, like he used to. Jack remembered his little sister's face, the surprise and fear that had twisted her delicate features. The muted call for him from above the cold surface of the ice. He saw her crying face in front of him, imagined what she must've felt, seeing him disappear into the black water.

He wished he could've comforted her, been there somehow. He missed her. His father. His mother. But instead of comforting them, he had become someone different, already forgotten that he ever had a family, that his sister was crying by herself. He wasn't sure how long he'd been beneath the water, before he'd become Jack Frost. All he knew was, that when he'd woken up, his sister was no longer there, and people couldn't see him anymore.

The blue eyes watered with nostalgia and longing. He missed that, having a family, someone to turn to. People that saw him, believed in him, no matter if he was making trouble or not. He missed the feeling of being loved. A part of him wondered if he ever would feel that again.

The moonlight shone down on him, caressing his pale skin. It wasn't exactly the same as being hugged or acknowledged, but he still found it comforting. The man in the moon probably didn't care all that much about him, but Jack would like to think that he did. At least, right now.

I just want to be like them, he thought and watched the family from outside the window. They didn't notice him standing there, where he had been so many times before. Jack always found them amusing. They seemed to have such a good time together. The boy who'd been previously hit by a snowball appeared to be bragging about his efforts out in the snow, something that made both his parents and little sister laugh. Jack looked at them, taking in the warm atmosphere they shared. They looked so happy. He wanted that, more than anything else.

Why didn't you let me be like them? I wish I could be like that, have a family. Haven't I done enough already? I'm sick of being alone. The thoughts piled inside his head, filling him with anger and sadness. Please.

Then, something strange happened. Jack wasn't sure if he imagined it at first, but the moon seemed to shine brighter than before. He turned around, watching how the moon glistened like a jewel in the sky, the rays of light feeling warm and soft on Jack's skin.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Jack asked, frowning. It was the first time, in a very long while, the moon had even tried having a conversation with him. 300 years and Manny was finally reaching out to him, he could feel it.

"Let me guess, more shadows to kill? Guardian duties to attend to?" He couldn't help sounding a bit annoyed, despite the feeling of accomplishment. Sure, he was happy that Manny finally talked to him, but at the same time, it had to be pretty devastating news for that to happen.

Jack waited, but the moon remained the same. He let out a frustrated sigh. "Hey, you can't just stop now. Tell me," he demanded. The moon shifted slightly in color, its glow turning slightly more yellow than before. It wasn't easy to pick up the pieces of Manny's quizzical puzzles, and Jack grew impatient.

"Can't you just show me or something?! You're driving me nuts," he said. A soft cloud appeared before the moon, almost as if Manny was sighing. Great, now he's not only neglecting me, he's making fun of me too. Jack pulled the hood over his white spikes of hair and crossed his arms. His grip tightened around his staff, waiting eagerly for Manny to continue their 'conversation'.

The response came with force, in shape of a strong wind, threatening to push Jack into the air. Jack dug down his feet in the snow, barely managing to hold his ground. He put up his hands in front of his face, as a shield. The wind brushed through the snow, carrying it up in the wind. The snowflakes sparkled in the moonlight, swirling around in the air. As the wind ceased somehow, they started to take shape, similar to when Sandy created his golden sand creatures. The snow shaped into a white horse, eyes glowing with light. Jack stared at it, still not sure what Manny wanted to say.

"A horse? Okay, that's very...helpful, thank you. You want me to take classes in horseback riding?" He paused briefly. "Seriously, Manny, I don't understand." The horse whipped with his tail in-what Jack assumed to be-frustration. Jack kicked off a bit of snow from his foot, when the snow changed shape, turning into a real-life sized snow-sculpture of himself. Jack nodded approvingly and approached it, astounded by the amount of detail.

"Okay, you really have a talent for this sort of thing, you know. I'm impressed. So, this has to do with me. And?" He looked up at the sky for answers. "Am I needed for something?"

The snow-sculpture burst, much to Jack's surprise, and the wind carried it once more. This time it rustled through his hair, the wind whispering gentle words in his ear. Why didn't you think about this before, you silly spaceman, Jack thought, while trying to distinguish the words.

"Meet with the guardians," it whispered. "They know." Even though the wind didn't have a specific voice, Jack could hear it sounding tired. Probably, because it took him so long to figure out what Manny meant. Jack knew he could be tiresome sometimes, but the same went for Manny. The guy seriously needed to invent in some new technology or a different way to communicate. How did North even understand half the time? Then it hit Jack, that might be the reason Manny talked to North and Sandy, before the rest of them. They seemed to be the only ones to actually understand him.

The snow fell down on its rightful place, the wind ceasing almost completely. Jack breathed out, a bit disappointed. He'd expected something more when Manny took the time to speak to him in person, but in the end it was the same as always. The guardians. They already knew, before him, as always. They know? Jack repeated to himself. Know what? Was there something big going on, that he didn't know about?

He decided to go with the flow and do what Manny asked of him. However, he would make sure to ask something in return from him this time. Jack called out to the wind and let it carry him away, to North's workshop.