Jack was tired, the Session of Seasons had gone on for three weeks and now he had to deal with the co-ordination of a new cold front. And as easy as that should be for the Spirit of Winter, one of this size required meticulous planning in every detail. It was to be a cold front that would rival '68, and as much as Jack had loved the expression on Bunny's face, it hadn't been designed for his benefit.
There were patterns that all of natures season's had to follow, unfortunately Jack had to bring the coldest and most miserable of them. Something that did not sit well with the Guardian of Fun.
He had become increasingly good, however, of leaving that title behind as he picked up his other, seasonal cloak. The Shepherd of Winter, and the other Guardians and never twigged even when he brandished his shepherd's crook at them. Except Sandy, he had seen the painfully obvious reality that Jack was not entirely what Bunny called a "carefree lout and show-pony". As much as he may not like the stiff formal robes that he was obliged to wear in the presence of Mother Nature, and the responsibility that went with them he still ran the cooler seasons with the minimal of fuss.
He had aides of course. Quite a few actually, but more often than not they were off doing whatever needed to be done that he could not get to himself.
His closest aides were of course currently helping him design and plan this cold front, if it hadn't been for Eira and Lanyon he would never have survived as the Winter Shepherd this long. The notoriously short life-spans of the Winter Spirit had lead to the Man in the Moon and Mother Nature collaborating to make him. The first Spirit of Winter that was capable of human emotion and fun. It had worked so far. He had yet to cause such a cold winter that there were fatalities of his own bat and his favourite pass-time was still a good snowball fight. That and pissing off Bunny. But he was still able to control winter and it's corresponding spirits with a firm hand. With his newly returned memories Jack was fond of comparing it to stopping his baby sister from doing something seriously stupid.
Having finally had enough, Jack had put all work aside for the time being and went to his personal quarters in the labyrinthine stone and ice fortress.
Finally managing sleep, Jack grinned to himself and thought of the looks on the faces of Bunny and North if they ever figured out that he was running winter.