Sup peoples! I admit it, I have a problem. I have an entire file on my gdrive label 'plot bunny farm'. This is another one that escaped. I really gotta fix the hole in that damn fence...

Anyhoo, the credit for this one goes to princessofthedeadsheep and her (gonna assume you're a girl with the name and all) wonderful fic 'Frost Flower Funeral' ( I also apologize for initially fucking up both your name and story title) a very good read though not necessarily needed to understand this story.

As much as I bitch about this site, it has it's merits to. Conversely as much as I like AO3, it has it's faults too. Which is why I post to both. This started out as a plot bunnie then became a full blown story. It evolved. That said, I felt it necessary to post the tags for this story from AO3 if for no other reason than my own piece of mind.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen

Fandom: Rise of the Guardians (2012)

Characters:

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), E. Aster Bunnymund, Nicholas St. North, Toothiana,Sanderson Mansnoozie, Pitch Black (Rise Of The Guardians), Burgess 7, Seraphina Pitchiner|Mother Nature, Spring OC, Summer OC, Fall OC, The Man in the Moon (Rise of the Guardians), Assorted OCs that exist mainly for the purpose of causing them mental scarring...

Additional Tags:

Child Death, Assisted Suicide, dark side of childhood, overall sorta depressing, Touch-Starved, Child Abuse, slightly Dark!Jack, Family of Choice, family bonds, Disturbing Fluff, not really sure how to classify these relationships, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, bashing with a purpose

*wda*

Aster, of all people, found out first. Just going about his business in the wee hours of Easter morning in Sweden. Despite the cold, this small town planned an egg hunt before church to be eaten at the festival after the service. He usually didn't hide any so close to the lake but on his way to the next village, he saw a sight that chilled him far more than the biting breeze.

Jack. He stood on the ice of the lake with a young girl, 13 maybe 14. They weren't too far away for him to see her face was stained with tears. Her pretty blue eyes were swollen and red. Straw colored locks done up in a haphazard bunt. What in blazes was Frostbite doing? The lil shelia was in a nightgown!

Then Jack spoke.

And Bunnymund's heart stopped.

"Everything will be all right Lova." He stroke her hair gently. "I'll make it better ."

"Will it hurt?" She sobbed. "I'm afraid of the pain."

"Don't be. It's just like going to sleep. But once you close your eyes, you'll never hurt again. I promised, remember?"

He wasn't-

"I don't want to ruin the little ones' Easter but it's too much! I just can't! I want it to go away!" She dove into his arms bawling uncontrollably. The two sank slowly to the frozen surface on their knees. Wood clattered next to them. "I've been alone so long. Please make it stop..."

"Shhh..." he began to whisper quietly. Not low enough to escape rabbit hearing. "You called me so you wouldn't be alone. To take your pain away. And so I came. Just close your eyes sweetheart." Jack drew the girl closer with both arms and the air faintly shimmered with his power.

Dear MiM no!

The pooka dashed forward only to be met with a harsh gust of wind like a mallet. Multicolored ovals went everywhere as he was shoved back leaving a skid trough in the snow. With little wind-up eggs dancing around his noggin, it took him a while to regain his bearings. Quickly enough, he gathered his precious cargo and scampered into a thicket of trees to avoid being seen. If the winter sprite could do something like that without so much as touching his staff- He needed to make sure the others knew. Going head to head with the shepherd of winter in his element alone would not go so well.

Peering around a mighty pine, he saw her still in Jack's arms. One hand firmly clutching the back his hoodie. The other lying limp on the ice. Both void of warmth, replaced by stark blue that came with death by exposure. Large ears drooped in sadness and utter disbelief.

Frost carefully lay her body down. Bunny couldn't see his face though honestly, he feared he might see that trademark mischievous smirk if he did. With a light tap of his staff, the ice gave way. Once Lova plunged into the frozen depths, the hole refroze leaving the spot pristine.

Without a word Jack rose into the sky and swept his staff wide. Snow blanketed the area covering the tracks entirely. His hand glowed a soft blue for a moment then a delicate flower made of ice floated down to rest on the concealed grave. Satisfied, the boy flew off on the wind unaware or perhaps uncaring of his stunned watcher.

Jack Frost, the spirit of winter and fun, had just taken a child's life. Taken it then disposed of her body and any evidence. So he knew what he'd done was beyond wrong. Was the flower some sick calling card? Lake Blix often remained frozen to some extent until early summer. No one would ever see the blonde again. Period.

*wda*

While tragic, one girl would not prevent him from doing his job. As he traveled that day, the Easter Bunny took some time to research.

'Being able to bend the rules of timespace, handy that.' He thought to himself morosely. The more he desperately looked to dismiss his hunch, the worse he felt. More and more proof piled up until it was undeniable. Lova was not his first victim. Not by a long shot.

From the temperate to the arctic latitudes, deaths from the cold were frequently reported. Especially in winter. Children wandering out onto thin ice. Getting lost in the woods. Simply being unlucky enough not to have a warm bed. It was common.

Finding your son frozen solid in the yard on a balmy night in Narobi, Kenya was not. Nor was seeing a frost covered young girl slumped over the side of an empty tub in Aurangabad, India. Even less so to discover two small hypothermic bodies near a beach resort in Louisiana during peak season. There were scores of cases just like this over the years (and he suspected a great deal more weren't even reported) in every hemisphere. Most were something like 13 and up but a few were just babes. Somewhere near each, an intricate, beautiful glass flower, a lily. "No explanation found", the articles read. "Investigators baffled."

Except that wasn't glass.

There was an explanation, though still baffling to say the least.

Great Nelly, Jack was a serial killer. Instead of protecting children, he'd been murdering them. Had been for centuries. And none of them suspected! His thoughts immediately went to the children of Burgess. He heard him say Lova called for him.

So that was his game. Get the ankle bitters to trust him. Play with them and act a fool in the snow then when they were sad and lonley they could call him, 'to make it all better'. Jamie...Sophie! No child was safe!

How could The Man in the Moon even think to make this MONSTER a Guardian?!

The nightmare bastard had gone into hiding few months ago but Aster would rather deal with Pitch.

Running on all fours through a tunnel to the Workshop, these thoughs plagued him. A sudden realization only served to alarm him further causing him to trip over his own feet.

If Jack Frost just became a guardian last winter, how could children call for a being they didn't believe in?

*wda*

soo, should I keep going? Reviews are like hugs! Sirensoundwave out.