You can only fake being happy for so long. That depression in Jack swelled behind the wall, just waiting to come back out.

And it did, in 1968.

Before, Jack wouldn't have denied that he kind of like E. Aster Bunnymund. The Pooka was just undeniably cool; what teenage boy doesn't like a buff, gruff action-hero-type, even if he is labeled as something as cutesy as the "Easter Bunny"?

Yes, Jack liked Bunnymund quite a bit. And he got an idea on how to get his attention.

Jack, being bred in mischief with no one to right him and having used snow to get attention for nearly 250 years, only thought of one way to get Bunnymund to acknowledge him. A snowfall on Easter.

Imagine how fun it would be for the children too, gathering up snow to make a snowball and finding an Easter Egg buried beneath!

He sought out a town that could afford a surprise snowfall at such a point in spring, and brought forth the storm.

But poor Jack got nervous, and his power started to get out of control. When he realized what was happening, he got upset and tried to call it down a notch, but ended up only making it that much bigger.

It didn't happen as he'd planned, and Bunnymund was not happy.

Jack stood on the edge of the worst of the snow, staring out at what he had done, when the Pooka found him. "Well, if it isn't Jack Frost."

Jack turned, his general horror at his own work giving way to surprise. "You know my name?"

"A'course I do. Everyone does. Yer a nuisance to most'a us, at best." Bunnymund hopped forward, and judging by the look on his face, Jack knew he was in trouble. Bunny grabbed his shirt and pushed him up against a nearby tree. His feet dangled above the ground. "Lookit what you've done, 'ere! You've screwed up Easter and devastated an entire state! I knew you were annoyin' and irresponsible, but this is downright reckless!"

Jack knew Bunny was angry, and he knew he deserved to be at the end of his anger, but that didn't make the words hurt any less. He opened his mouth to apologize and explain himself, but what came out of the Pooka's mouth next froze the words in his throat.

"Why don't you stop being such a burden? Do everyone a favor and get lost, you bloody bit'a Frostbite. Yer worse than useless!" Bunny dropped Jack, who landed flat on his feet and glared up at the rabbit.

Jack wanted to deflate, apologize, and run away. He didn't want to make things any worse between him and the rabbit. But something Bunnymund said hit a nerve, and chipped a little bit at the wall that Jack had put up 250 years before.

Everyone knew him. All the spirits - Easter Bunny, Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Sandman, and all the rest - they knew who he was. They'd just refused to talk to him. Refused to acknowledge him. None of them even cared to say hi.

Combining that information with being yelled at over a mistake created a very bitter and angry Frost spirit.

He exploded.

"Hey! No one got hurt! I just wanted to have a little fun. And you think I'm useless? What do you do for anyone? Leave eggs that rot and stink up the whole town if they're not found? Yeah, I can definitely see the use in that!" And with that, he called the winds to take him up and away before Bunnymund could get in another word.

'Yer worse than useless!'

The words from the Guardian who Jack had looked up to in secret burned in his mind, and it wasn't long before his rage fizzled out into the feeling he had held back for over two centuries. He allowed the winds to let him go and he landed near a hardware store. It had opened up for aid in cleaning up his mess. He didn't know why he was here, but it was better than being out there where the angry overgrown rabbit could find him. Feeling lost, he wandered inside.