Here is a Rise of the Guardians story that has gone through much transition. I believe it came out alright. :)


Jack Frost was humiliated. He could still feel Autumn punching him, even though he had stopped twenty minutes ago. He was bloody and broken. And he was being stared down by Bunnymund.

"You fell out of a tree, eh?"

"Uh, y-yeah," Jack muttered.

"Uh huh. Where's your staff?"

"I…It's back in my tree."

Bunnymund snorted and pulled the boy's arms from behind his back to reveal three pieces of wood. Jack's cheeks flushed purple and he jerked back, turning away.

"Who hit ya, mate?"

"Nobody. I fell out of a tree."

"Mate, I've seen ya fall from three miles up. That sorta thing just don't bother us. People hittin' us, that's what leaves marks. Now. Who hit you?"

"Look, just leave it alone. It'll just be worse next time if I tell anybody. He said so himself," Jack mumbled as he sat down.

He pressed two piece of his staff together and focused. There was a burst of blue-white light and they sealed together. He did the same with the top piece then just sat there miserably. Bunnymund knelt down.

"Jack, tell me. We're just gonna help. We can make sure that there won't be a next time."

"No."

Bunnymund snorted. "Well, North's called a meetin'. Wanna fly there or take the tunnels?"

"I'll fly. See you in an hour or so."

As soon as Bunnymund disappeared, Jack washed his face of the blood to see a dark purple bruise with a blue cut on his cheek. It looked pretty bad, and it throbbed painfully. He sniffled. Maybe he should have taken the tunnels. An hour alone with his thoughts didn't sound pleasant at all. But Bunnymund was gone, so Jack called for the wind to carry him up. His thoughts immediately began to circle around Autumn.

Every so often, the fall spirit decided that his season hadn't lasted long enough. So he would track down Jack Frost and beat him violently, threatening worse if winter came too early. Since Autumn had been immortalized when he was twenty-eight, not fourteen, he was stronger than Jack. He was a full grown man, while the winter spirit was just a boy. Autumn had fun reminding him of that.

"The Guardians would never want you in their group! You know what conversation is, right? Oh ho! You do, do you? They do it to connect, like most people. You're too stupid and childish to even contribute a meaningful idea! They would never want you for an intellectual discussion. Or any discussion at all! Because you're just a stupid kid who'll make trouble, and ruin the adults' evening."

Jack gave a scream and called for the wind to blow faster. He didn't want to hear those words. Ever. But they rang in his ears, mocking him. He sobbed, but fought back the tears that threatened to fall. He was Jack Frost, the winter spirit. The Guardian of Fun! He didn't cry. Ever.

Not too soon, he reached North's workshop, and he pushed open the door. Phil waved then led him to a parlor, where the others were. As soon as the door closed behind the departing yeti, Toothiana raced over and began fussing.

"Oh, Jack! Bunnymund said somebody hit you! Let me see! Let me see!"

"Get off!" Jack screamed, shoving the concerned fairy away violently. There was silence. Jack blushed again when he saw their confused stares. "I-I'm fine, Tooth. I promise I am. Please don't be concerned. I've actually had worse from Au…him," Jack corrected rapidly, but he hadn't caught himself quick enough.

"Au…Autumn?" Bunnymund gasped. "Autumn did this to you?"

"What? No! I mean…er, yes, but don't bother him, Bunny. Please don't. He's just a little twitchy about winter this year and—"

"No, mate," Bunnymund said harshly. "Don't you dare try to excuse him. He shouldn't be beatin' up nobody. Especially not a Guardian. I think we'll talk to him. Get our point across." He twirled his boomerang threateningly.

"No! Really guys. It doesn't matter. Please leave it alone."

"This will not happen, Jack," North said matter-of-factly. "We are your family and we will protect you. All you must do is ask."

"I'm not asking!" Jack exclaimed, slamming his staff down and sending ice over the floor.

"Jack, please. Let us talk to him," Toothiana said gently.

"Why? If you do that, the next time will just be that much worse!"

"There ain't gonna be a next time, mate."

Jack groaned, leaning heavily on his staff. There was silence as the older Guardians stared at the younger. He seemed very distressed, and his cheek looked terrible. But, they guessed that the worst of the bruises would be beneath his clothes.

"Come now, Jack," North said. "Let us see."

"See what?" Jack grumbled.

"The bruises."

Jack didn't understand what he meant for a few seconds then looked down at himself. He felt a tinge of panic and shook his head violently before he flat out lied.

"I swear I'm fine. Just leave me alone. Now, what did you call the meeting for?"

"I just thought it would be nice to get together, no?"

"Whatever…hey, can I have some of that eggnog?"

"Sure," North said jovially.

Jack sat down in a chair, curling his legs underneath him. He felt insecure and alone, despite being surrounded by friends. Tears prickled at his eyes, but again, he forced them back. They certainly wouldn't want to deal with a crying child. Because that's all he was. A child.