A/N: summary: Jack Frost spent three hundred years having fun in the wind before becoming a Guardian, but what about his days of despair and the fact that he spent all his life unloved?
Slowly, as if he was trying to dodge the inevitable, a young boy drifted down to his cave, leaving intricate patterns of frost in his wake, not wanting to believe this was his life. He landed without any sort of sound, and the ringing silence of this ice cave sent shivers down his spine. The wall held thirteen tally marks carved into the ice. It had been thirteen days, and still, no one had so much as looked at him.
"What am I? Who am I?" he murmured, holding his sole possession, a staff, upright. It crackled at his touch. "Can't I at least get a name?"
There was a whisper in his diligently silent cave. It seemed to seep through the walls, and chime from the snowflakes. "Jack Frost," it said, clear as a bell, "Jack Frost is your name."
The boy froze. Had he heard correctly? "Jack Frost?" he repeated. "What- what am I here for? Why can I control the ice? What's my purpose?"
He was answered by a familiar silence.
"Wait," he called out. "Please! Just tell me! Please!"
No reply. His shout echoed into the darkness and eventually faded away.
"Please!" he yelled. "Tell me! Why can't people see me?" He waited. "Please! Please..."
Jack Frost crumpled to the ground in a miserable heap. He dropped his staff and it clattered next to him. He could only hear his own heart, only see his own breath. He hugged himself and shook his head.
"Please," he said again.
"Jack Frost..."
Jack could not hear this, but rather felt it, just as everyone did- the entire world, people, animals, plants, and the ice. It spread through the very surface of the Earth, sang its way across the continents and into the depths of the oceans. Even in the dead of summer it nipped at people's noses and caused several shudders. Guardians were startled but tried to brush it off. Jack Frost. Let that name be known, for it is he who shall bring mischief and laughter. Be warned.
Jack sat up and readied his ears for his name again, for a message, anything. He was disappointed to wait, and wait, and wait. The night sounds began with owls hooting and foxes scampering over the frozen lake. He knew the snow was falling lightly, and the exact speed. When he closed his eyes Jack could see each snowflake's beautiful uniqueness, and it comforted him in this time of need. He shook his head and lay down, pulling together some snow for a soft pillow. It was going to be a long night.
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"I 'ave called you all here today to discuss matter of great import. The people of the vorld, as vell as us, have heard a name that sent shiver down the spine."
"Yes! It was in seventeen hundred of my teeth!" said the Tooth Fairy, darting around to show the whisper of the child's tooth she held.
The Sandman spun around in the air and created vivid images of uneasy chills in his dream, and the Easter Bunny simply tapped his foot and nodded.
Santa Claus nodded and sat down in a rather large and comfortable red chair. "Ve need to find out vhy. Who is this person? Vhy have ve heard his name?"
"Why don't we just ask the Man in the Moon?" said Bunnymund impatiently. He took a small step forward and addressed all of the Guardians. "We can always get answers the easy way. I don't fancy searchin' the entire globe for some bloke called Jack Frost."
A cold air hung in the room. The Guardians tensed, but no one appeared. There was an unspoken agreement to not say the name again. Everyone was silent for a moment.
North cleared his throat. "The Man in the Moon has been unresponsive to me," he said. "I don't tink he vill be of wery much 'elp.
"All of us together might do the trick," said Tooth hopefully. "Maybe he was waiting for all the Guardians. Can't we at least give it a try?"
The others nodded in agreement and all stood up to gather in a circle. After trying to summon their deity, they realized the answer would not come so easily.
Someone had to find Jack Frost. The month was November and Christmas readily approached. Both the Tooth Fairy and Sandman were busy at all hours. The duty was left to the Easter Bunny, who didn't have to worry about Easter for another three or four months. His ears fell back in agitation.
"Come on now, mates! Why have you got to pick on the rabbit! Crikey. Right bunch of asses."
He realized that it was the only fair choice, but was still upset. The Guardians all bid each other goodbye and left Nicholas to continue preparing for Christmas by creating warm meals that most children were wishing for at every waking moment. The Easter Bunny tapped his foot again and left a small patch of flowers where he disappeared.