HEY GUYS! I'm here with a new fanfic. I know I really shouldn't be doing this, i don't know if i can handle two stories but I just had to. Well a bit of background info: This story was inspired by that song from A Year Without Santa Claus. There was this song with Heat Miser and Snow Miser and I just really loved that movie and song. After watching too much of it i ended up dreaming of tap dancing snowballs and well... i don't want to get into detail but the very end for the oddest of reasons I envisioned Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians singing Snow Miser's part. Then it "snowballed" from there. Pretty soon i had made up another character to finish the duet and now here it is. Tell me what you think.
He sat in a tree as he watched kids play in a snow-covered park.
Every once in a while a kid would look up and see him and he'd wave back and before the kid would gather other kids he'd move to another tree leaving them with a firm belief that he was real but also a hint of mystery if he really was or not, encouraging them to keep believing to prove his existence.
Jack Frost knew for sure this was among his favorite things about being a Guardian. He loved seeing kids smiling ear to ear enjoying themselves but mostly he enjoyed it when he'd hear them calling his name and thanking him. That he liked the best.
Jack looked over the park once more. "Wind, bring me to that house." He whispered. A breeze picked up and blew jack over to the roof of a two-story house across the street from the park. With his staff formerly a Sheppard's crook he frosted the house's windows and even went as far as making icicles.
He floated down to the second story window where he saw one of the house's children. It was a girl, her room was painted a dull purple filled with posters of movie stars and musicians that Jack would never care for. The girl looked sad and a bit bored as she sat at her desk typing away. The only thing Jack remembered was that she had on large, nerdy glasses.
The machine Jack recognized as a computer, he put his hand up to the window, instantly it froze over making a crackling noise. The girl jumped and turned her head, Jack reacted by trying to get out-of-the-way but when the girl approached the window she did not see him. Jack looked at her and for a moment the girl looked at him, then through him. He knew it meant she didn't believe in him. Yet. He could tell she was older than most kids he entertained. This would be a challenge.
"The sun's already setting." She said dismally.
Jack turned around and noted that the bright blue sky was melting away into blankets of pink, yellow, and red. He looked at the park; kids were finishing up their snow ball fights and ice sculptures. A faint smile graced Jack's lips. His friend Sandman would be here in a bit.
"Leah! Have you finished your paper yet?" a woman called from inside the house. Leah turned around and shouted back down the stairs.
"No." Her head turned back to the window. "I missed the snow." She sighed and sat back down, the clicking of keys followed.
"Aw poor kid." Jack commented. He looked at the park again. Kids were being called in. Reluctantly they complied. He looked back at the girl again, a mischievous smile donned on his face.
He decided to give the kids one last present. He flew from the window and up into the sky. From high up in the clouds he began twirling his staff creating a thick vortex of fluffy snow and ice. He lowered the staff happy with the size of the vortex and with a wave of his hand the vortex burst and delicate snowflakes fell from the atmosphere.
He swiftly flew down and listened to the happy rumblings of floated back to Leah's house. "Wind, open the window." A strong gust of frosty air pushed the window open. Leah jumped in her chair from surprise.
"Holy mother of-." She shouted.
"Now blow off her glasses." Jack said. "Bring them to the window." Leah collected herself and wrapped her arms around her.
"Geez." She said breathless. Another gust blew in and pulled off her glasses. They landed on the floor softly and scooted over the window. "Oh no!"
Leah sprinted to the window and bent down to retrieve them and when she looked up, she was astounded.
Jack sat on the window sill smug as he watched Leah's eyes brighten."That's so pretty." She whispered. The snow swirled in flurries to the ground creating big piles.
Jack looked at his work proud. Leah's sigh of approval only made him feel even more accomplished. Then he took it one step further. "Oh what the heck, she missed a whole day."
Jack conjured up a snow butterfly, flakes make a faint outline of the creature, and if you looked right at it you could see it was transparent. As if it were invisible and snow had fallen upon it making it visible.
Leah stood, she watched with disbelief as the butterfly fluttered around her. She didn't take her eyes off it. Jack sent in another, and another. Soon Leah's room was engulfed with the snow butterflies. Leah reached out to touch one timidly. Jack smiled.
The butterflies flew out the window in a neat line and Leah's eyes followed. Jack watched too as his creations floated out the window and became part of the perfect snow storm once more. Leah looked outside, her eyes glazed over from enchantment.
She looked to her left where Jack was sitting, she backed up.
"A white guy?" She questioned, straightening her glasses. He got off the window sill and winked at her. "It's Jack actually." He said to her as he disappeared into the snow. "Jack Frost."
A few hours later Jack was freezing the rest of the windows of the town when he saw the Sandman's streams of dream sand.
Jack was always happy to see his friend deliver happy dreams to kids all over the world. A stream flew over Jack's head, he reached out with his hand and interrupted the stream, an all golden and glittery ice cream cone fell out. Jack laughed and looked around for the short and silent Guardian.
Sandman was sitting atop a golden cloud of sand, his arms waving around and distributing streams all around the town.
"Hey, Sandy!" Jack called landing down on the cloud. The shorter Guardian made a little hand above his head, the hand waved. "How's the dream business?" Jack asked. The Sandman turned the waving hand into a thumb up. "Almost done?" Jack wondered.
The Sand man nodded and smiled. "Where to next?"
The Sandman formed the shape of California over his head. "Oh." Jack said with interest. "looks like you've got your work cut out for ya'." Jack joked. Sandman laughed silently. Sandman tapped his wrist as if he had a watch on it.
"Right, right. You gotta get going. I understand. I'm gonna head down to North's workshop. The west coast of the U.S. isn't due for snow for another few weeks." Jack explained. Sandman nodded and flew off, Jack went off too.
Somewhere in Idaho a glimpse of turquoise and pink flashed past him. He knew it to be none other than one of Tooth's fairies. Any thought of going to North's workshop had been abandoned now. He was now interested in the little fairies that collected teeth. He followed the Baby Tooth to an apartment where the little fairy wiggled through the window. Jack watched as Baby Tooth crawled under the pillow and replaced the molar with a shiny quarter. The fairy flew out and stopped to look at Jack. Jack pet the head of the humming-bird styled fairy, Baby Tooth squealed with delight and looked as if it were about to faint with joy.
Jack chuckled and looked around. When the little Tooth finally regained control of herself Jack asked it, "Where's your mama?"
The little Tooth squeaked. Somehow Jack managed to figure out the little Tooth was telling him that Tooth was where she would be on any given night, in her tiled palace organizing teeth.
"Thank you little Tooth." Jack said smiling toothy. Little Tooth practically fainted.
Jack glided on the frosty winds all the way to Tooth's palace. There was always something he liked about her palace, maybe it was the arabesque design or the openness of it all, he didn't know. He just knew that it was someplace he liked a lot. Plus, Tooth was always fun to see where she wasn't buzzing around scatter-brained.
"Tooth?" He called; around the palace was millions of Baby Tooths fluttering around coming and going. They created a massive group around him. Some were filing teeth, some were taking a break. It was a swarm of green and teal and pink all around him. He almost thought it to be impossible to find her.
"Jack?" He heard a sweet voice call. He turned around expecting to see Tooth's graceful and colorful figure but didn't see her, he did a full 360 degree turn. Tooth wasn't anywhere. The lighting in the palace dimmed. Jack would have probably missed it if he wasn't paying attention."Jack I'm over here." Her voice called again. Jack still didn't see her. The swarm of fairies grew denser; the once relaxed and airy atmosphere became tense and frantic. Jack tensed and gripped his staff. He tensed, suddenly he felt the need to be on his guard.
"Jack!" the voice called again, "Jack!"
He backed up cautiously. "TOOTH!" he shouted. The swarm of Baby Teeth was starting to shriek, but it wasn't their usual cute squeaking. This was unsettling and creepy. The hairs on the back Jack's neck stood up.
"Jack!" the voice cried, it was in pain. Fear stabbed him from inside his chest.
"Tooth?!" Jack shouted over the screams.
The swarm created a tornado around him and closed in. The bright colors had become infected with thick and black sand.
"No." He whispered breathlessly. A figure was produced from the wall of dark sand. Jack for it with his staff baring his teeth.
Pitch walked forward grinning. He was calling Jack's name but he produced Tooth's voice.
"Expecting someone?" Pitch mocked. The light in Tooth's palace grew dark, it reminded Jack of being back in Pitch's lair.
"Where's Tooth?" Jack growled, "And how did you escape?" Pitch walked to left, Jack's eyes never left him.
"Oh don't be so defensive. I wouldn't be so stupid as to go after Toothiana first, again. Obviously that didn't work out so well the first time." Pitch said casually. He stepped closer to Jack. Jack fired a beam of ice, Pitch dodged and the beam kept going, the swarm opened up letting the ice pass and regrouped.
"Oh please Jack. You're so predictable." Pitch thrust out a hand toward Jack, but unlike the black sand Pitch used before, out of Pitch's hand shot out a thick, dark liquid, it was cold, colder than Jack. Jack wrestled with the gunk in a desperate attempt to get the liquid off him.
"You know, you can overcome fear, but fortunately for me you can't get rid of it."
It crawled up to his chest tightening around him then spread out to his arms. Jack was panicking now. He tried freezing the gunk; it seemed to only make the gunk tighten even more around Jack. The goo traveled down his arm and bared down on his hand making him drop his staff, he tried to lean over and reach for it. It was creeping on his throat now. Unlike the rest of him it gripped tightly, choking him out.
He fell to the ground as the ooze crawled up to his face, blinding him.
As he lay there writhing he saw Pitch lean forward grinning evilly. "Jack." He called again, but it wasn't Tooth's voice he was imitating. The voice was worried and innocent, like a little girl he once knew…
When he opened his eyes again he was underwater. A slow lazy glance around told him there was ice, a lot of it. He knew exactly where he was. There was a hole in the ice above him, a figure was leaning over screaming, at least it looked that way. Jack could feel his back brush against the bottom of the lake. From what his teeth had showed him he knew that this was the lake where he died and was reborn. "Jack." He could hear, but it was muffled. Like someone talking through a pillow. There was dead silence for what seemed like forever.
"There's something under there." He heard finally. A shadow moved over him, it blocked whatever dim light he had. He couldn't keep his eyes open and finally he gave up.
When he woke he was at the top of the lake again. His nose was pressed on the thick hole had frozen over. Luckily he could see through the layer of frozen water. He could see someone walking on it. Subconsciously he tapped the ice. The person atop didn't respond. He gathered enough sense of himself to pound the ice.
No reaction.
He hit the ice harder this time, wondering why he couldn't shatter it. He felt so weak suddenly, so soft, so… human.
"Help." He mouthed. Large air bubbles escaped his lips and popped inches in front of him. Where's my staff? He thought. He pounded the ice again with both hands. Finally the person looked down. Jack could tell from the shape of the figure it was a man. The man bent down and rubbed the snow off the ice to see under the water a bit better. The hand that rubbed the ice seemed to melt it from Jack's point of view. It had an odd glow, not something a normal human could produce.
The man he couldn't see that clearly but he knew enough that the person had acknowledged that there was someone under the ice. Jack was focused now. All attention had gone to the figure that stood over him through a layer of ice.
Wait… he can see me? Jack registered when the man stood over Jack and just stared. The man waved. Jack pounded the ice again, this time with more desperation. The ice cracked.
The man stepped back in shock then leaned in close. The figure picked up something that had a familiar shape.
My staff. Jack thought surprised. The man brought it down hard on the ice making it crack. The ice finally separated and a hand came through the water. It grabbed Jack roughly by the arm and pulled him out. A bright light shined in Jack's eyes burning them. He felt an intense heat where the hand clamped his arm, then nothing else.
"Jack." He heard a final time. He willed his eyes to open, but only slightly. The delicate and soft pink face of Toothiana came into view. Jack was lying on the floor.
Tiny, soft hands cradled his face. They stroked his face tenderly; gasps and moans filled his ears. His eyes closed on him. Then, without warning, thumbs were stuck into his mouth. They prodded his teeth and gums. His tongue lazily moved around his mouth where Tooth's thumbs had previously been.
"Nothing's missing." Tooth had declared. "His head's just a little banged up. Of course I'm not really a doctor. He might have-in an extreme case- bleeding on the brain. Oh what do they call it?" she said speaking a mile a minute.
"Hemorrhage." Jack heard Bunny's voice add in.
"Ah, yes. Thank you. Hemorrhage."
"He's possibly just a bit winded." North's hardy and comforting voice said, "A good night's rest and some cookies, he'll be back to his old ways in no time."
"Cookies can't solve everything." Bunny said.
"Candy cane then?" North asked hopefully.
"No, no I don't you get this, ah, never mind." Bunny admitted defeated.
Jack's eyes opened again, he forced himself to keep them open.
"Oh! Guy's he's come to." Tooth announced. She leaned in and ran a hand through Jack's white hair.
"How are you feeling?" Bunny asked with concern. A look around told Jack they were in North's toy shop. It was the same place where North would often call meetings of the Guardians. All around him the workshop bustled. Yetis were busy making toys; elves were busy making messes of them.
Jack's response was a grumble. "What happened?"
"You were at my palace, I was just talking to some of my fairies when I heard you call for me but before I got over there you shot something and then were raving like a madman. The fairies got a bit frightened and flew off. I guess the rush past you might have knocked you over or something 'cause when I finally found you, you were laying face down on the floor."
If Jack could blush he would have, but he just felt a bit embarrassed. That's not something he'd wanted to hear.
"Where's my staff?" He said looking around trying to change the subject.
Bunny produced it. He set it next to Jack. Jack's hands gripped it, he held it tightly to his chest.
"What happened?" Tooth asked him. Jack looked his fellow Guardians in the eyes.
"I saw Pitch." He said. Silence flushed the room. Bunny and North looked at each other.
"That cannot be." North said finally. "Pitch, he-he under bed now yes?" North asked confused, he looked to his Guardians for confirmation.
"Yes." Bunnymund said, "There's no way he could have gotten out. His own nightmares chased him down."
"So then what did Jack see?" North wondered.
Bunnymund shook his head. "I'm not sure."
"It was Pitch!" Jack argued, "I know it was. He was there, he was talking to me. He threw this weird gooey stuff on me and when I woke up I was under the lake again." Jack rambled. "It was Pitch I swear."
"Mate." Bunny said softly as he put a hand on Jack's shoulder. "It must have all just been in your imagination."Jack looked down not believing Bunny. He touched his hoodie which was still damp.
"Explain this then." Jack said pulling the fabric of his hoodie to show Bunnymund.
"Before we got here North was splashing cold water on ya'." Bunny explained.
"I thought it might wake him up." North defended innocently.
Jack looked down at a loss. "But I saw him. I remember it all so vividly. And then someone pulled me out of the water." He didn't know what to make of himself. "i'm sure of it... my arm." He said touching the spot where he thought the hand had been. The group sat in silence for a minute or two before Tooth spoke up.
"Look, sweetie." Toothiana started, "Why don't you lie down. I'm sure you're just a bit rattled and maybe-I dunno- the stress is just playing tricks on you. It does happen. Before… when Pitch had become the problem he was I used to think he was always lurking around the Tooth Palace." She admitted.
Jack looked up at Tooth's encouraging smile.
"Me too mate, Pitch being at the Warren was never a problem but I'd still get jumpy." Bunny chimed in, "All you need it some rest."
"Yes Jack. You can stay in spare room." North declared happily. "I bring cookie." North clapped his massive hands together which hurt Jack's head. "Dingle! Bring cookies."
"Um, North. I don't think Jack needs cookies now." Tooth said letting him down easily.
"No? Fine, I eat cookies then. Dingle." Bunnymund sighed.
He wrapped a firm arm around Jack's shoulders. "You. Take it easy." He turned to Tooth. "You. Don't get yourself in a tizzy now over Jack." Then he walked over to North who was busy stuffing his mouth with chocolate-chip, sugar, and God-knows-what-else-cookies, "And you. Don't eat too many. Next thing we know you've got diabetes." North swallowed the mouthful of cookies and laughed.
"Yes, of course friend." North hugged the six-foot-one bunny.
"I best be off now. If anything, you know where to find me." Bunny tapped his foot where a portal opened up, Bunny jumped through it and was gone the next minute.
Attention fell back on Jack who was unusually quiet.
"I walk you to room yes?" North offered.
"Sure." Jack got up off the floor and walked along with North. Behind him he heard Tooth tittering to a few fairies, where they came from he didn't know. He was sure they weren't there before.
North led Jack down a short corridor. There were a three doors lined up, all of them the same except for the door in the middle which had a little cardboard figure that hung off a hook. It resembled Jack's head.
"I have door custom made." North announced proudly and jokingly. He opened the door and let Jack step in. "Stay as long as you like. Look for me in workshop if you need anything." North left quietly.
Jack explored the room. It was simple, one twin sized bed with a green and red bed spread, crème colored walls, a tiny fire-place, a painting over his bed, and wood flooring which was ice-cold, the way jack liked it. Jack sat on the bed and made a soft plump sound. He let his eyes close for a while,a long while. His mind wandered to the fiasco earlier today.
Pitch had been gone for some time now. Almost a year or two now, but was it possible that he had gotten stronger? Somehow had he escaped? His thoughts flashed back to when he was underwater. What was all that about? He was sure as holy hail that someone had pulled him out. That feeling of heat was just too intense for him to imagine.
His thoughts were all jumbled together, his head spun a bit. He couldn't sit any longer. His head might explode if he did. He opened his eyes and rubbed his temples. Jack didn't want to think about today any longer. He walked outside; why not check the new toys North has in store? That should take his mind off things.
Jack walked with his head down over to the main room where the globe was kept. He was surprised to see Tooth was still there. Before he left he saw she had three little copies of herself with her, now she at least fifty if not more.
"Oh! And someone please remember there is a canine with a large hole in it belonging to Matthew Gerstein, the tooth had to be extracted and is very delicate. OH! Oh and um, Julie Thompson's first tooth had fallen out so make sure you leave an extra shiny new quarter please. Okay! That's all girls, thanks so much." Each of the little fairies nodded and shuffled excitedly when they saw Jack emerge.
A volley of love-sick sighs erupted from the group of little fairies. Some even fell out of mid-air from the pure joy of seeing Jack.
"Oh get a hold of yourselves." Tooth added in playfully as the fairies dispersed to do their jobs.
"Hey Jack." Tooth said softly. "How ya feeling?"
"Better?" he asked scratching his noggin. "I think."
Tooth giggled slightly.
For a second they just sat there and stared at each other. Her lavender-pink eyes locked onto his ice blue ones. He just tuned out of the world, he let himself just go when he looked into her eyes. It was something that happened often. They were hypnotizing, that or maybe he had a short attention span and the bright colors kept him entertained.
OOOH! Pretty colors! Said the voice inside his head.
Tooth's head cocked to the side. "Jack." She asked again, "What did you really see?" her chatty demeanor changed.
Jack faded back in, his eyebrows knitted together. "I told you Tooth, it was Pitch." He was serious. Tooth could sense that Jack was absolutely positive about it, but she couldn't believe it. Part of her didn't want to; part of her knew it was impossible.
She didn't know how to respond. She simply nodded, "Alright Jack. Well I think I'm going to head back now. Feel better okay?" she said lamely. She could see it on Jack's face that he knew she didn't believe him.
"Yeah, thanks Tooth." He mumbled sarcastically, he didn't appreciate the lack of belief his fellow Guardians had in him, it reminded him of when he was alone when no one believed in him.
He watched her fly away and continued his walk. He could see all around him that the yetis were toiling away in a rush to get the rest of toys done in time. Christmas was only three weeks away. Jack noted that, he had to make a mental list of what he needed to get done. He enjoyed the fact that we would never be out of work, when the winter was over on the norther hemisphere he would simply just travel to the other side and start-up winter there.
But right now he had to focus on the big holiday coming up soon. He noticed that this year the toys had become more extravagant, more moving parts and detail. They toys were really becoming more complex. He figured it was to keep children's attention longer, now that they had the internet and cell phones and TV children tended to not to toys for entertainment anymore.
And heck, even if the kids didn't want them Jack would gladly take them all. Jack's attention was often held by all the amazing toys North had his yetis whip up but he wouldn't stay with one for very long. He had been told by Bunny often that it was if he had ADD but what could Jack do? He was the Guardian of Fun, whatever seemed fun at the moment he automatically chased after.
Jack walked around surveying each toy, wondering what would be the most popular this year. He also wondered how he'd make winter this year. He had planned on making another one of his famous snow days. Nowadays he found this idea outdated and predictable.
You're so predictable….
Pitch's voice rang in his head. Jack swallowed hard. He shook his head. He couldn't think about this now. Not with Christmas so close, not with kids expecting him, not with everyone counting on him.
He wondered how his life had turned around so drastically from a few years back. Before he was irresponsible, rebellious, no limits. Now he was something he accused the Guardians of. Deadlines and hardwork.
"Huuurh." Cooed one of the yeti's.
Jack looked up, one of the yetis-a russet brown one- was pointing at the floor. Jack looked down, an X laid under his foot. The yeti made a shooing motion with his hand. Jack stepped away apologetically.
He continued down the spiraling workshop.
He counted three laps before he became sick of walking and wanted nothing more than to just let go now.
A quick flight in the Antarctic should do the trick.
Jack quickly exited the workshop and walked around to the back. Finding a good spot to take off Jack stretched his hand out to the side to feel for the cold air.
The wind intertwined with his fingers. Gradually it started to lift him until he was about three feet in the air. The wind elevated Jack as he sailed on the breeze. He didn't think of anywhere to go. He just wanted to fly. His back faced the ground so that he could admire the clouds. Jack hadn't realized that it was still night.
"So much for cloud gazing."
He still floated on his back none the less. With his staff he'd sometimes make an ice trail but mostly he just sat there trying to clear his mind.
Somewhere along the way he'd ended up in the polar ice caps of the Arctic sea.
A bright light flashed below him. The hissing sound of water and fire clashing followed. Jack flipped around in mid-air and stared down. From above he couldn't see what was causing it. He wanted a better look. Jack descended back down to Earth.
He was a few yards away from the thing causing the commotion.
He was sure now that it was fire making all the ice melt. Jack began to sweat the closer he got. He wondered what it was. Sweat was beading at his forehead now; it was something he wasn't used to. With the sleeve of his hoodie he wiped his brow and pushed on.
Jack was now at the edge of the fire pit. He peered down into the hole the thing had made in the thick ice. A jet of fire blasted out of the hole causing Jack to jump back and land in the ice's comforting embrace.
"Whoa." Jack said with amazement. Jack stood up again and willed himself to jump into the pit.
If he thought it was hot before it was burning now.
Sweat was leaking out of him, he could feel his frosty zero below body temperature rise.
The light coming from the fire was also intense. Jack was blinded by it. He tried to shield his eyes with just his hand. It helped, a little bit.
His thoughts under the pond flashed in front of him for a second. He stepped closer to the center where a curled up thing sat. A flame wrapped itself around it.
Jack stood back cautiously as he waited for it to move. An arm stretched out from it slowly. Jack made out an arm and a hand. The arm was also burning but the skin remained smooth, untouched almost.
Jack immediately thought of the glowing hand wiping away the snow.
"Hey… are you? Are you ok-."
The figure stood and whipped around. Jack saw it now.
It was boy like him.
Jack stepped close and moved a hand toward it. He was drawn to it for some reason like a moth to a flame.
"Excuse me." Jack started again braver. "Are you okay?"
Jack's nimble finger tip made contact with the flames engulfing the boy once and the fire went out. Jack recoiled from the searing pain, a chilled breeze flew in.
The boy who was previously on fire cringed too and cried out in pain as the breeze brushed him, Jack saw the kid better now. He was about as tall as Jack, maybe the same age. The hair on the boy's head was short like Jack's but was a rusty orange, so was the boy's skin, a very light tinted orange.
The boy looked up and stared Jack in the eyes. Blue met red. For a moment Jack thought as if he were staring at an orange copy of himself, but with further inspection he found freckles on the boy, his cheeks were rosy and the very tip of his nose was bright pink.
"What are you?" The boy croaked. Fear, wonder, curiosity, stormed his bright red eyes, it made him look ravenous and animalistic.
"I'm Jack Frost." Jack replied, "Who are you?"
"I'm Robert Warmth."
Hi again. This was long. Well a few notes. For those who haven't seen the movie, Santa or North as he's called, has a Russian accent. So i tried to type so that it would sound like that. Kind of did. And yes i know. Robert Warmth. I tried to find an antonym for "Frost" without saying heat, fire, flame, etc. As for the look, also not very creative. But it'll make sense later. I don't anything but the plot and Robert Warmth, just so it'd said. However if i did own this... haha. Anyways leave a rewview please. Thanks.
