Author's Note: I have had a sore throat and a mild headache all day(damn you, cold virus), so I decided to cause some fictional characters pain! BWA HA HA! This is a Rise of the Guardians fanfic(I don't own this movie, Dreamworks does), my newest obsession. I saw it on Saturday and I can't get it out of my head, so I started writing this fanfic. It may be a one shot, or maybe a two shot, or a three shot, I haven't decided yet. Enjoy. PS, you can call me Cori, even though that isn't anywhere near my real name, I don't care, I like the name Cori, and I wanna be safe!

The Pain of Blizzards

Jack Frost flew with East Wind over cities, towns, and ocean. East had told him that South Wind was picking up an unusual amount of snow that Jack had just spread in Canada for the winter, and so the children could have a snow day.

Making it to Quebec, Jack fell into the stream of South Wind. South was lifting snow into the air, making clouds. This was normal, but it was picking up three times as much snow as it should, which wasn't. It was freezing cold up there, but Jack didn't mind; He preferred it like this.

"SOUTH!" Jack shouted, getting its attention.

"Yes, master?" It whispered. No matter if the wind was talking or yelling, there was always a whispery background noise behind its voice. But only Jack and others who had anything to with wind or clouds could here them.

"East tells me you're picking up a lot more snow than you should. What are you planning?" Jack asked, crossing his arms.

"I'm creating a blizzard," South said, honest as usual.

"South, the blizzard you're making is too big it- Oh no," Jack had a realization. "You're trying to kill people! You stop ri-"

"NO!" The wind roared. "IT IS TIME FOR BLOODSHED, FOR HUMANS TO FEEL MY UNFORGIVING WRATH!"

The only thought Jack had time to think before the wind began ripping through the air was South Wind's gone crazy. He had no time to say anything as the angry wind roared its way into America, wreaking havoc on the innocent people, dragging Jack along with him and the snow-filled clouds.

Jack had no control. He slammed into buildings, houses, trees, and telephone polls, heard things cracked and wondered what they were: Him or the buildings. He attempted to stop the wind, but failed when he was slammed into another brick building. He whirled through the air, being twisted into painful positions, unable to see anything. He tried to escape to the ground, but South Wind wouldn't allow it.

Finally, after an uncountable amount time of uncontrollable flying and ramming into things, South Wind finally let Jack fall to the ground. Fortunately for his health(since immortal spirits don't exactly die), West Wind caught him, carrying Jack to Europe before dropping him off with North Wind, who brought him to Santoff Clausen, a.k.a Santa's, or North's, workshop.

Jack stumbled down the hall towards the main room, intense pain wracking his body. He had no idea what was causing it. No elves or yetis were in sight, which was odd. Jack was dizzy, and he struggled to walk, but some how managed to get through the doors into the main part of the workshop.

Everything was blurry and impossible to make out at this point. There was a buzzing sound filling his already throbbing head, and he could only here slurs of words. He felt Bunnymund's hopping towards him through the floor on which he stood, and heard something about 'explain', 'dead kids', and 'blizzard'.

"South Wind... tried to stop... too strong..." Jack managed to say, before coughing and gasping for air. The world started to spin, some one shouted his name, and everything went black.

0TPB0

Nicholas St. North, Toothiana, Sandman, and Bunnymund all stood in the main part of North's workshop, looking between the huge globe that had the light of every child who believed, and each other. They were having a discussion of something terrible: Four children had been killed by a sudden blizzard that had come down from Canada, where Jack was supposed to be spreading snow for the winter.

"I knew that damn kid didn't care for others!" Bunnymund shouted.

"M-maybe it was an accident! Maybe he made too much snow, and the wind thought it was supposed to bring it down to America, and, and," Tooth was panicking.

"It does seem out of character for Jack to do such a thing," North said, cutting off Tooth, who was almost crying. Her motherly instincts were coming in and filling her with worry.

Several images appeared above Sandy's head, saying But where is Jack?

"I don't think it was an accident. That little snot was bond to turn on us eventually," Bunnymund said, filled with anger.

"Why do you hold such a grudge against Jack? He is only a boy, and will always be one," North said.

"That's my point!"

Bunnymund and North continued arguing, while Sandy tried to calm Tooth, who was fluttering about nervously, along with Baby Tooth. Suddenly, the doors opened and Jack walked in. Bunnymund, not noticing Jack's condition, began to hop towards him.

"You better explain about those four kids who died in the blizzard caused by you!" He shouted, but stopped in his tracks. Everyone was starring at Jack now. The boy was bruised all over, and stood slightly hunched over, obviously in bad pain. Blood stuck to his pale skin and white hair, the dark liquid contrasting greatly. He had many cuts and scratches, but one large gash was noticeable on his right leg. He seemed paler than normal, and was shaking. Jack was obviously trying not to fall over.

"South Wind... tried to stop... too strong..." Jack muttered, swaying on his feet. Then, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he fell to the ground with a sickening thunk.

"JACK!" Tooth shouted, flying over to him. Sandy's eyes widened in shock and fear. North started shouting at yetis in Russian. Bunnymund just stood there.

The boy was shaking and twitching. Tooth didn't know what this was, but when North saw, he panicked at seeing him having a seizure. More blood was seeping through his sweatshirt, more than was normal. A bit of blood came out of his open mouth, going down his face. Two yetis with a stretcher came over and put Jack on it. He was still seizing.

Tooth, Sandy, North, and Bunnymund followed the yetis to the infirmary, which was rarely used, but only North was allowed through the doors. The three others were forced to stay outside and worry their heads off. Tooth frantically fluttered back and forth near the ceiling, Sandy looked out a nearby window, also sending good dreams(the best he could make at this stressed point in time) to sleeping children. Bunnymund sat in a chair, starring into the distance, a depressed and worried expression on his face. The pooka felt guilty for yelling at the kid when he was in such a terrible state. Maybe the blizzard was an accident, He thought.

After what seemed like forever, North came out of the infirmary, a sad expression making what looked like frown lines appear on his face. The three others perked up, Tooth floating down from the ceiling.

"Jack has been injured very badly. He has many broken bones, bruises, and cuts. It will take a while for him to recover, but he will. I do not know what happened, but we should ask him when he wakes up. I am not sure when that will be, either. The world will have to go without new snow for a while. Jack will stay here until he is better. Fair, yes?" North explained. The others nodded in agreement, and headed for their homes. None of them would be able to sleep.

End Note: I've been working on this since I got home 3 hours ago. I'm so mean to the nice characters. Whatever. This is definitely NOT a one-shot. Please review, and ask questions. I like answering the interesting.