Chapter One

I don't remember my life before becoming a Guardian. All I remember is being dead before awakening thanks to the Man in the Moon. I remember this all like it was yesterday.

"Hey...hey wake up. Its okay to open your eyes now…" A calm, soothing voice called to me from the darkness behind my closed eye lids. I gently began to open them, the bright light of day painful, since I had already grown so used to the dark. I sat up too quickly, resulting in a sharp pain in the side of my head.

"Whoa, whoa, easy there tiger. Don't strain yourself." I looked to my side into a pair of startling blue eyes, the color of the light dancing off snowflakes. His hair was as white as snow, his skin pale like winter itself. He was sporting a simple dark blue hoodie with frost collecting on the collar in patches and brown pants that frayed just above the ankle. And no shoes. And he held a staff in one hand that had a g-shape at the top and had frost collecting here and there.

"Where am I? Who are you? What happened?" All the questions came tumbling out at once.

"My name is Jack Frost. I found you right outside this place, North's home. All will be explained later, but all you really need to know is that you're a Guardian now. The Guardian of Imagination."

I looked into his eyes, to find some trace of a lie, but all I saw was pure honesty. But I still needed to see.

I smiled. "Prove it."

He grinned back, standing up and holding out his hand, "With pleasure, my lady."

I smirked at the memory. After that, Jack took me to the other Guardians where they sat me down and explained everything about being one, including our purpose and introducing me to the whole group where I quickly became part of their family.

Strangely, I believed them. I didn't think once that it was all a dream, and just went along with it. And after, when they were done with their tales was I allowed to my room. I looked in the vanity mirror was placed on the dark wood surface. My hair was long and straight, black as night. My eyes were a vibrant green and my skin clear and perfect. They explained that my outside appearance would never change, as I was an immortal now. I was a part of the Guardians.

I was appointed the Guardian of Imagination. And my powers were up to me to discover, without any help. I remembered closing my eyes and willing something to happen anything and when nothing did, I became frustrated. I was so angry, that I thought of my emotion as a bright flame. And I was surprised when I saw a large flame appear before my eyes. It was then I knew that my powers originated from what I was named for. My imagination created my power.

And from there on out, it was a piece of cake figuring out my powers.

Now, it had been about a year since my Guardianship, and I had grown close to everyone, especially Jack Frost. Because my abilities let me do whatever I wanted, it was easy keeping up with him and his free spirit. We spent so much time together, it was strange to be apart for more than a few days.

Currently, Jack was preparing to bring winter to the east coast of America, and he was attempting to drag me along.

"Please Elsie, please come with me? I promise it'll be so much fun!" Jack was flying around me as I walked to my room. I already knew that I was going to go, but I liked to tease him sometimes.

"I don't know. What if my talents are needed elsewhere?..." I trailed off, feigning interest in my own schedule, which had nothing planned.

"Pretty please?" He flew right in my path, giving me no choice but to look into his crystal blue eyes which were now doing the puppy dog look. He looked so adorable and innocent.

I sighed, pretending defeat. "Fine, fine, you big baby. I'll come along." I giggled as he whooped in joy and did a backflip in the air. Show off. He was the only one that could fly on whim. He came in my room with me, which was no big surprise as he had seen my room plenty of times. He lay stretched out on my bed, staff lying on his belly.

I flipped my long hair over one shoulder. "So when do we set off?" I asked as I picked up chocolate wrappers from my floor from the other night. Bunny was always giving me little treats here and there. I was about to throw them away when I felt a cold arm wrap around my waist and carry me to my window. "We set off now!"

"Jack-Jack! Put me down! What the hell?" I yelled at him. He didn't loosen his grip, but merely chuckled as he flew off into the sky, me in his arms. God, he knew how much I hated heights. We jumped out the window, the wind swiftly carrying us to our unknown destination, so Jack could bring his winter happiness to the little boys and girls.

We flew for what seemed like hours, but was probably only about twenty minutes, as it hardly takes any time at all for us Guardians to travel about. It was night time where we were, the town lit up by the few streetlamps and the occasional window glowing with light, probably parents staying up late to read a book. We didn't have to worry about being caught, for no one but those that believed could see us. I glanced at Jack, who was practically jumping with joy at the prospect of bringing snow to this seemingly dull town.

"What do you say Elsie? Should we give the kids a snow day?" He said excitedly.

I grinned at him. "Why not? They've waited long enough." He nodded his head and lifted his staff. Nothing happened at first, but after a few moments, the frost that lay in patches here and there began to grow, until it reached the top. The very tip of the staff began to glow a bright blue, like Jack's eyes and before I knew it, snow was falling softly, slowly increasing its pace until it was a steady downfall.

I remember one of my first nights out with Jack Frost, a few days after I had begun discovering my powers.

The snow was falling gently, the small flakes gathering up slowly in mounds on the ground. Jack was flying around, frosting people's windows here and there. I, on the other hand, was trying to test out another object to conquer up. I was trying to create my own snow.

I remember closing my eyes and dreaming really, really hard of the snow. How white and cold it was, yet breathtakingly beautiful. How much fun it is to jump around and play in it. And when I opened my eyes, I was disappointed, sad, that the snow was falling just the same.

Jack came over to me, looking confused. "What were you trying to do?"

I looked down, embarrassed to tell him, a blush creeping over my face. "I was trying to make my own snow, but it didn't work."

I was surprised when he didn't laugh at me or mock me. Instead, he took a seat beside me and said, "Maybe you can't make the snow because you're taking your title too literally. There are certain things that maybe your imagination won't manifest, like the weather. Remember, our powers were given to us to help protect and make the children happy. So think of your powers in terms of the kids and not you."

From that day on, Jack and I grew very close.