Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians! I sure wish I did though...
On to the story!
Sandy was off to visit Jack Frost. Of course, if the guardians ever found out, they'd try and hold him back. Then he'd knock 'em out with dream sand.
He sighed, if only the other spirits saw how sweet the otherwise mischievous boy was, then they wouldn't treat him like dirt under their shoes. Well, he thought, it's either stand here and feel sorry for him, or go and say hi. And maybe watch his dreams for once.
Sandy had noticed the dark bags under Jack's eyes. When he talked to the guardians about him, North had rumbled, "Frost is a spirit, we guardians watch over children." Sandy had replied that Jack was a child, an almost 300 year old spirit, but still a child at heart. North had ignored him whenever Sandy brought up Jack.
Bunnymund said, "The frostbite is just that: a frostbite! An annoying ankle-biter. He doesn't care about children! The dill doesn't know when to stop spreading winter." Sandy decided not to talk to Bunny about Jack anymore.
Sandy could just imagine Toothiana's reaction, so he stayed away from her.
He didn't realize he had gotten to Burgess until his sand alighted him on the snowbanks. Yet when he looked around, he couldn't see Jack. Times like this, he wished he could talk.
A dream horse padded up to him and nickered sadly. It pulled on his sleeve, clearly distressed. Sometimes this happened when kids were adamant on staying awake, sometimes it was because Pitch's nightmares got there first.
He followed it, sensing it was important, and was surprised when it led him deeper into the forest. There he found a sleeping Jack sprawled in between two tree branches. Sandy thought there was nothing wrong, until he saw Jack thrashing around, threatening to fall off. This was definitely nightmares' work. But why wasn't there any black sand above his head?
The horse of golden sand impatiently watched Sandy. Hmmmm... I've got it! A light bulb flashed above his head. The horse wasn't impressed. He touched his right hand on Jack's warm forehead.
He saw what the spirit saw. He saw a little girl as he plunged into the cracked frozen lake under him. The moon glittered above, but it looked like he was... Watching from underwater! His lungs gasped, his skin grew cold, oh so cold. He felt like he was frozen. He felt like he was trapped. The darkness at the edge of his vision grew and spread, until all he could see was the moon through the now frozen water. And the girl grinning at him with cold, manic, eyes.
Sandy gasped as he was plunged out of Jack's memories. After gulping air into his lungs, he looked back at Jack. He was now still. Jack was paler, as pale as death. Sandy panicked, until he saw the faint rise and fall of Jack's chest.
He got the dream horse to carry Jack, and they headed to the North Pole.
Hey, yeah, sorry if it's too short, but I'm having trouble thinking of anything. I have a really vague plot, but suggestions and constructive criticism is welcome! If you're confused about Alone, then I've succeeded :)
Meet my muse, Juniper!
Juniper: Hi! Oh, by the way, don't tell Mel, but... I set her brain on fire! It's not my fault, it's freezing in here!
Me: I HEARD THAT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU MONSTER! *Proceeds to bash head against wall*