Kay: Okay, this is my first story so please go easy on me. I got the idea for this when I was listening to a (Don't shoot me!) Taylor Swift song. It was a music video of Jack and Bunny, the song was called Red. I don't know why, but it really inspired me to come up with a story. After trying to come up with something for days I finally decided to just do what I call "A Time-Line Drabble Story". A series of drabbles that all accord to a time-line I made up. (Sorry, I'm about to rant…)

Plenty of time skips and drabbles that are really just one big story cut into tiny stories to make more sense. I've got plenty of ideas and lots of OCs. I know some people don't like OCs, but COME ON! You can't expect me to write a fanfiction with only five guardians, one villain and a group of kids can you? 'Cause that would just be mean.

Don't worry, the OCs won't ever show up all at once. I might mention that they're all in the same room, but I'll only pay attention to a few in a single drabble. This first story only centers on two of my OCs, then you won't have to deal with them for many more chapters. And that's how it will be for MOST of my drabbles. It's really just a whole bunch of introductions and the life of the guardians.

This WILL be a JackRabbit fic, so no complaining, and LOTS of patience. These two don't fall in love right away. That's all I can think of right now, so PM me if you have any questions. Bye-bye! (Sorry, that was long…)

Disclaimer: Kay doesn't own Rise of the Guardians or any of its characters. She does own the rest of the characters and all the drabbles... And these cookies. (Nom, nom, nom...)


Father Frost (1693)

Part 1: The Forest of Snow

She didn't know why she was led into the forest, or why she had been left behind without a single word except for, "Stay." She'd be lying if she said she wasn't worried, for who wouldn't be when they see their father walk away with tears in his eyes. She had an idea as to why he was doing this, but her mind didn't want to accept it. She knew her step-mother hated her, even loathed her at times. She also knew her half-sister was beloved by both her step-mother and her father. She knew that, more than likely, she was being left in the snow filled woods to freeze to death.

But she loved her father, and even though she knew she was right, she held on to that little bit of hope that he wouldn't leave her to die. She had no ill will towards her step-mother and half-sister, and she never asked anything of them. So she always wondered why they hated her. Well, actually, her sister felt some love towards her, but it was only a thread. A thread that would soon be cut when she learned her older sister wasn't coming home.

She wondered. Would they celebrate? Now that she was a goner, would they buy a cake and have a toast to one less mouth to feed. No, her father would never allow that. Then again, she had thought he would never allow her to be killed either. It was strange, how fast her view was changing of a man she had known her whole life. A man that had whooped with joy at her birth, a man that had acted like she was the most important thing in the world to him, a man that wept when her mother had died, a man that had cried happily when he re-married and had a second daughter… A man that cried as he left his eldest child in the woods to freeze at the orders of his second wife. She couldn't believe how false it all seemed. Yet even with that, she stayed sitting. So used to obeying, was she, that she stayed sat on the frozen boulder, waiting for someone, anyone, to come and tell her she could go home.

As she sat, she looked around. 'Well,' she thought. 'It's not the worst place to die.' She mentally slapped herself. She wasn't going to die; she just needed to wait for her father to come back and to take her home. She sighed.

Her surroundings really were pretty though. Yes, all there was were trees and boulders, but it was all decorated in a light layer of snow and frost. She had always loved the snow, so fun to play in. The patterns of the frost on the trees were especially beautiful. She would like to try painting them someday. That is, if she lived past this day.

Her heart dropped at the thought of never seeing anyone again. She didn't really know many people, because she never really left the house. And while her family didn't seem to care for her anymore, she still would have liked to say goodbye. She sighed again, finally deciding to accept death, when she heard something. Some bushes nearby started to shake. She stood quickly, suddenly realizing there were things other than snow that could kill her.

"Wh-who's there?" she asked. There was no answer, but the shaking stopped. The forest went completely silent, and completely still. It was as if the creature in the bushes had stopped all of time, and now, it was listening. 'Or watching,' She thought. Yes, it was probably watching her now, waiting to pounce and eat her. For a quick, childish moment, she feared that it might be a monster. Maybe an ogre or a Wendigo had come. She shook her head quickly. No, she would not let herself be scared of childish monsters before she died. It was probably a snow leopard, or a bear. Yes, a bear had come kill her. Quick, with a single swipe of its paw, she'd be dead. Then it would eat her, and that's alright because she'd be dead by then. She wouldn't feel a thing. And maybe, just maybe, it was a starving mother bear. Not a mother bear with living cubs, but maybe it was a pregnant mother bear. A mother bear that was starving, because winter had come early, and she needed to eat before going into hibernation like all the other bears. And maybe, if that was true, she could feed that mother bear now. That was why she was here: To feed her. That is, if it is a mother bear, and not some troll or goblin.

Again she shook her head. The forest was still as silent as before and she wondered if maybe, it was some harmless animal that she had frightened. Maybe a fawn that had never seen a human before, and was curious as to what she would do. She let out a slow, shaky breathe. Then, she slowly sat back down on her boulder. She stared to where she knew something was watching her. She let another breathe go before speaking quietly, "Do what you must. I won't move, just please, please, do it quickly and let me be at peace." She had spoken so quietly that, had the forest not been still, you might not have been able to hear her.

Moments passed as she waited. By now she had closed her eyes, but still she knew something watched her from behind the trees. She wondered what it was thinking. Was it contemplating whether it wanted to kill her or not? Did it perhaps, have a pinch of mercy in its soul? No, how could it? It was an animal, wasn't it? Or had her childish mind been right, and it really was a monster? The suspense was killing her. 'God,' she begged. 'Why? Why is it taking so long? Please have mercy and let it be done already!'

"Why are you crying?" asked what sounded like a man's voice. She looked up, and as she did she realized she really was crying.

The first thing she saw was white, and she thought of snow, but then she saw it was his hair. A silvery white that resembled the gleam of ice when a bit of light shone down on it. When she finally passed his hair though, the next thing she saw were his eyes. Actually, it was hard to describe them as eyes, for they had no pupils, and the sclera (The white of your eye) was covered. The entire eye consisted of what could only be something akin to a bright blue sky reflected in a mirror ice. And while they were strange, she couldn't help but think of them as beautiful. Then there was his skin. As pale as snow and not a bit of coloring in sight, it was amazing. She found that she couldn't speak; she was so amazed by what she had seen.

"Ma'am?" he asked. "Please answer when someone asks a question." She realizes her mouth is hanging open and quickly closes it, only to open it again while trying to find the words to speak.

"I- I'm sorry, you're just… Very handsome." she says.

"Why thank you. As long as you mean it, I am grateful." he replies.

"Oh, yes, I mean it. I really do. I don't mean to sound like, for lack of a better word, a suck-up, but you really are breathe-taking." she says, still in awe. He smiles, a wise and handsome smirk that makes her sitting knees shake just a bit more than they should.

"Well then, again, thank you. Now about my previous question: Why are you crying?" he asks again. She slowly tries to remember why she was crying.

"I was scared," she starts quietly. He stands there quietly, waiting patiently for her to continue. "I was scared, that you might be a monster come to eat me." At this he smiles kindly to her.

"I can assure you ma'am that I am no monster, and I would never harm a woman as kind and as beautiful as you are." he says warmly. She blushes slightly, but because of the temperature it shows well.

"Thank you, but I cannot be as beautiful as you make it sound. I'm just a girl from a near village is all." she replies.

"Kind, beautiful and humble? It seems I've met the best woman of that village, yes?" She blushes again, this time letting him thing what he wants. "So, you've told me why you are crying, and you said that you were scared. Now tell me, why are you even here in the first place?" he asks. At this her face falls, but she quickly lifts it back up.

"I was out looking for fire wood with my father when we got separated. I became lost soon after and have decided to wait here. I was hoping that he might find me before night falls." It was worth a shot. Maybe he'd buy it.

"My dear, I am no fool just as that is not the truth." Drat. "Shall we try again?" Reluctantly, she nods her head.

"I used to live with my mother and my father in a small house near the edge of the wood, but then one day my mother caught an illness. It started small, but grew tenfold each day until finally, it killed her. After that, about a year and a half later, my father met a new woman and married her. A little later, they had a daughter whose looks are not favored by the average man. My father's wife had been upset with this, for she wanted her daughter to be better than me in every way. I don't know why she hates me; I've never done anything to her that I know of, but her hate for me has fallen onto my half-sister. They both have wished me gone for a long while now, and today, the woman has finally convinced my father to leave me here in the woods until I freeze. I'd go back, but I've forgotten the way home by now, let alone the fact that I don't want to disobey my father, even if it means death. I have accepted my fate and am willing to go if it means my father will be happy. Do you believe that?" she finishes. He smiles to her.

"That, my dear, was the truth, so of course I believe you. However, it doesn't solve your problem now does it?" At this, she slowly shakes her head. "I can help you get home, and I can help you have a better life, but it is your choice whether you wish to go back or not. If not, then I can give you a quick and painless death. The only thing you will feel, is cold. If yes, then I shall give you the means to survive without your family and, if you agree, I may even be able to give you your own. What do you say?" he asks. She had listened to everything that he had said, and considered it thoroughly.

A life of her own and a family, could she really turn that down? However, what about her current family? What would they think about her coming back, only to go off by herself and create her own family. Her sister might be happy for her and her step-mother would most certainly be angry, but what of her father? Would he be sad that she was leaving him, or would he be happy that she managed to get a better life? What if, for some reason, he was just as angry as her step-mother? What would happen then?

She looked to the man in front of her. He truly was handsome, but she knew he wasn't human. His features didn't allow for it, let alone the fact that he was wearing only a white cotton shirt, ice blue cottoned pants, a dark blue robe that reached to the ground and a pair of blue, knee high hunter boots. His aura screamed of wisdom beyond any mortal years, and yet, while they may seem blank, his eyes had a spark of humanity in them. She sighed.

"May I, perhaps, have some time to think it over?" she asked, worried that she'd have to choose now. He smiled, understanding.

"Of course you can. You have all night to decide. But once morning passes I must leave for home, and I will have to leave you here to your fate." For a quick moment, she wonders where "home" is. She nods, also understanding. He smiles, "I shall go a ways away so you have privacy. If you decide on your answer, you need me, or you just want to talk, call for me. I'll be back quickly, which is faster than you may think."

"What do I say, when I call you?" she asks. He looks confused for a moment, and then realizes what she means.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I never introduced myself, did I?" She shakes her head. He chuckles lightly. "My 'father' named me Father Frost, The Lord of Snow, but you can call me Ather. I never like being called Father or Frost. Just doesn't sound right. So call out Ather, when you need me." She nodded in agreement. He then turned and left.


Kay: There you go, part 1. Who is Father Frost exactly? Why is he so important that I put him in the first chapter? Who's the lady I have neglected to name? Do you know who they are? Leave a review and tell me! ^v^ Thanks! Ps: This will come in three or four parts. I'm planning on three. Then we get to Jack. ^v^ *Noms on cookie with happy grin*