Jack Frost refused to cry.
He didn't cry when a person walked through him.
He didn't cry when he spoke to MiM without receiving a reply.
He didn't cry when Pitch Black snapped his staff and chucked him into a ravine.
He didn't cry when Sandy was 'killed'.
He didn't cry when he finally became a Guardian.
He couldn't cry.
He wouldn't cry.
But his heart cried.
His heart had cried when a person had walked through him.
His heart had cried when he spoke to MiM without receiving a reply.
His heart had cried when Pitch Black had snapped his staff and chucked him into a ravine.
His heart had cried when Sandy was 'killed'.
His heart had cried when he finally became a Guardian.
His heart could cry.
His heart would cry.
And after today's events. He thought he might finally cry with it.
It was a cold morning. The type of morning the youngest Guardian loved waking up to. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and eagerly flew up to his calendar. Upon seeing the date he leaped for joy. Once he became a Guardian, he had counted down the days. Today was the day. He grabbed his staff and stood in front of the mirror. However instead of combing his hair, he ruffled it up so it was messier than upon his awakening. He raced to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He looked out the bathroom window and sighed in relief when he noticed the Guardian of Memories wasn't there. He then tapped his teeth with his staff and they instantly became a sparkling white. And Tooth always wondered why his teeth were so white. Making sure his hair still classified as a white birds nest, he careered out of the room to see what would hd open on this special day. The boy was blissfully unaware of the heartache that would follow.