It has been a year since the Guardians, along with Jamie Bennet and his friends, defeated Pitch Black. North and his yetis were working hard on next Christmas's toys; Tooth Fairy and all of the Baby Tooths were still gathering the world's children's teeth for safe keeping. With only a few days before Easter, Bunnymund was working hard to have all of his precious eggs spectacularly painted and ready for Easter morning.
It was night; the dark velvet expanse of the sky was scatter with glittering with diamond stars. A cold wind breezed through Burgess and blew the snow that had come two days ago into new drifts. The Sandman, A.K.A. "Sandy", emerged from the darkness in all his golden, glowing glory. With a serene smile, he began to release streams of his bright dream-sand. The trails of glowing, golden sand made their way into the rooms and minds of all the children, bringing them sweet dreams.
Although all of the town was asleep, Sandy still was being watched. A lone blue, brown, and white figure peered up at his friend's work from the rooftop where he was perched. White windswept hair threatened to trail into icy blue eyes that gazed in wonder at the golden streams above. A cocky smile graced a deathly pale face, and a frost blue hoodie and brown pants covered the boy's thin, wiry frame. Jack Frost twirled his hooked staff as he watched his fellow guardian's nightly work. What the little golden man did every night never ceased to amaze the winter spirit. He loved to watch the dreams find their child and the peace that would appear on each child's face in their sleep. Eventually, however, Jack knew that he needed to get sleep. He had a big day tomorrow. He planned to make it a snow day so that he could pay a visit to a particular young friend of his.
"Wake up, Sleepyhead!" Seven-year-old Jamie Bennet woke up to a snowball hit his window the shouts of familiar voice.
"Jack!" the boy cried, jumping out of bed. He ended up getting tangled up in the sheets and blankets and falling on the floor in a laughing, squirming heap. Jack pushed the window open and peeked in to see Jamie trapped in his blankets on the floor. The boy's laughter told Jack that he was fine, so Jack decided to have fun with him.
Kneeling down beside the struggling, squirming heap, Jack said "Oh, no, where is my buddy, Jamie?" in a tone of mock seriousness. Muffled exclamations came from under the heap. "Wherever can he be?" Jack continued. "I guess he's not here. But how am I supposed to enjoy this snow day I brought without Jamie?" More, louder cries came from the pile of bedclothes, and the shifting and squirming increased. "I guess I'll just have go without him," Jack said sadly. As he rose and started toward the open window, Jamie finally was able to poke his head out from under the blankets.
"Here I am, Jack, here I am!" he exclaimed, the rest of him still trapped. Jack whirled around in mock surprise.
"Jamie! There you are! I was so worried! Snow days are no fun without you!" Jack cried and quickly disentangled Jamie from the bedclothes. Once he was free, Jamie threw his arm around the winter spirit's neck.
"I'm so glad you came today!" the boy said, "Someone's coming that I want you to meet!" He excited jumped up and down. Jack laughed at Jamie's antics.
"Is that so?" he chuckled. "Well, who is it? Are they a believer?"
"My big cousin, Aria, is coming! She tells the best stories and fairy tales, and sometimes I do think that maybe she believes!" Jamie gushed. "But you and her look about the same age, and most kids her age don't believe." His continence fell slightly. "Maybe we can help her to believe!" he continued, his face brightening at the thought.
"I bet we can!" Jack laughed. "Does she like the cold?"
"She's really cold natured, so she doesn't go out much in the winter much," Jamie answered, "but she loves snow."
"Well then, let's give her snow!" Jack said, soaring out the window. In a few moments, he had called up low ceiling of snow clouds over Burgess and icy flakes were soon gently falling.
Jamie dashed outside to catch snowflakes with his tongue.
"Whatcha think, kiddo?" Jack asked as he landed on the fence.
"It's great!" Jamie said.
"I'll let it go for an hour or two, but I can't let to snow too much," Jack replied. "Bunny will have my hide if I interfere with Easter too much."
"It'll be enough." Jamie answered confidently, and threw a snowball at Jack.
"Oh it's a snowball fight you want?" the Guardian of Fun asked, "Then, let's have a snowball fight!" Like lightning, jack dived to the ground for snow and threw a snowball at Jamie's retreating back. Soon, all six of the neighborhood kids that believed in Jack joined in for a massive free for all.