Author's Note: So, this chapter only will be written in present tense. I accidentally started writing like that (don't ask me how) and just decided to roll with it. I will go back to past tense for the next chapter.

North

North paces the floor of his beautiful globe room in fear. "Pitch" he mumbles in his Russian accent. Had you heard him, the name would have sounded like a curse word; a word you spit out in disgust.

He watches the lights flicker out across the giant globe before him. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. Continuously the lights seize to exist.

"I should have known." Still he paces around, unsure of what the next step should be. That is, until a large storm of black sand sweeps across the globe. An evil cackling sound surroundes him.

"Pitch" North spat once again. A dark shadow appears in the background. Suddenly, the answer is clear. His muscular hand grips the edge of the emergency lever. Slowly, he pulls it back.

Beautiful lights shoot into the air. To a mere mortal, they would have appeared a pleasant thing. However, to the guardians the 'Northern Lights' were nothing to take lightly. For Sandy, Tooth, Elsa, and Bunnymund were on their way, fearing the worst.

Tooth

A beautiful palace stands, a majestic sight. Brightly colored winged creatures fly in and out with ease. Their leader, Tooth, giving them all directions, a joyful smile on her face.

"Chicago, Sector 6 -- 37 molars, 22 bicuspids, 18 central incisors. Moscow Sector 9 -- 22 incisors, 18 premolars: Uh oh, heavy rain advisory!" Tooth directs. She appears to be almost half humming bird.

Tooth then notices one of the small flying creatures, a mini version of herself, carrying a tooth. She squeals in delight.

"Look how she flossed!"

All happiness floods out of her eyes in an instant, as the lights appear in the corner of her eye.

She gasps, taking off into the air.

Sandy

The sandman gently guides dreams to his believers. Sand sculptures of unicorns, dragons, and so much more surround the creator.

Sandy looks at peace, a calming smile resting on his golden face. For he himself, seems to be made of sand. His hair rest in golden spikes, and he is rather on the short side.

All of a sudden, the calming nature of the man flees, leaving a man in distress, hardly recognizable.

Sandy conjures up a sand airplane, hopping in and fastening his helmet. He knows this means a tragedy has occurred.

Elsa

Elsa groans at the sudden winter around her. A little late Jack, she thought. Whatever he had been doing, he shouldn't have done. Weather channels were lining up to report the strange weather in the typically hot Orlando.

"Idiot" Elsa mumbles. She had had it up to here with that inconsiderate child who constantly played with the couples she tried so desperately to help.

The story of James and Lily came to mind...

The young boy, 14 year old James, had been hoping to impress Lily for quite some time. Finally, he devised a plan. They lived in the perfect place, Paris. He decided when she went on her usual walk he would surprise her with her favorite flowers and then guide her to the top of the Eiffel Tower (tickets to the top previously purchased of course) where he would explain his feelings.

He picked a beautiful day to do it, and Elsa had watched, her heart full of joy at the scene, when a certain white haired boy swung his staff around creating snowflakes.

"What are you doing?" Elsa growled. "There is no snow predicted. Besides James is finally making his move."

"Making his move" Jack mocked sarcastically. He tapped his staff on the floor causing James to slip and fall. Lily gave a small giggle, helping him up while he blushed red.

"What was that for!" Elsa exclaimed.

"Fun" Jack said merely with a shrug of his shoulders.

She huffed in annoyance. "Leave my work alone!"

"Quite a temper you've got your majesty" Jack chuckled. "If you weren't so beautiful, I would almost be offended."

"That doesn't even make sense" Elsa argued. " First of all, I'm not 'your majesty'. Second of all...you know what, I don't even know how to explain the way that does not make sense! Like what even!"

"Calm down your majesty" Jack suggested. "You like making love, and I like pranking love. Clearly, we were not destined to be the best of friends."

"This is the last couple you mess with" Elsa demanded.

Sadly, it had not been. Even after the incredible blizzard that seemed to completely ruined James' plan, Elsa managed to get the two together.

Soon following the tragic event Jack caused with Romeo and Juliet. The original, where do you think Shakespeare first got the idea?

She shakes her head, suddenly noticing the lights in the sky. Nothing like a trip to North's, where she can talk to her fellow guardians who don't understand the real value of their fame.

Bunnymund

A tall bunny sits on a rock, concentrating on painting the egg in front of him with perfection. Around him swarms of nicely decorated egg sprout legs running towards large tunnels.

The place is peaceful. The grass is green, flowers blooming. It is the perfect scene for spring. The large grey bunny compliments the whole look with his own spring-like appearance.

The sky begins shining brightly, illuminating in many colors. The bunny's eyes narrow in concern, his precious egg dropping to the ground. He taps his foot on the ground twice, a small hole appearing. Without giving it a second thought, the bunny disappears into the hole.

North

North approaches the ground, a serious expression worn on his jolly face. "My fellow Guardians - It is our job to watch over the children of the world, and keep them safe - to bring wonder, hope, love, and dreams. And so, I've called us all here for one reason, and one reason only -the children are in danger."

They all wear serious expressions now. Tooth gently comforts a few of her flying companions, as they crawl into her hands.

"An enemy we have kept at bay for centuries has finally decided to strike back" North continus. "We alone can stop him. Pitch is back."

"Pitch? Pitch Black?" Tooth gasps.

"Pitch made an appearance today" North points to the globe.

"Pitch was here mate?" Bunnymund questions.

"Well...not exactly. But his shadow swept across the globe" North moves his hands in dramatic effect. "Then there was this laughing…"

The group stares at him, not seeming to buy it.

"I can feel it in my belly" he adds.

"I came here for your belly" Bunnymund snarls. "Easter is in three days. If I did this three days before Christmas…"

"Ah" North interrupts. "But Easter is not the same as Christmas."

Bunnymund growls, suddenly looking very impatient. "Listen mate, what are we even suppose to do?"

North looks off in thought, not quite sure himself. What he doesn't realize is a mute Sandy stands behind him trying to alert the group. A sand arrow stood above his head pointing at the moon above.

Elsa, who had been sitting in the corner for the most part huffs in annoyance. "Seriously guys" she yells. "Look at Sandy!"

Elsa has grown quite fond of Sandy over the years. In fact, she looked up to him in many ways. He had become the father figure she never truly had had before.

"A new guardian" North gasps.

Elsa snaps her head towards the ornate symbol on the floor. "A new guardian huh?" She walks to the platform."Pitch is actually back."

"What? Why would a new guardian be needed?" asks Bunnymund. "We've been fine in the past, why would we need help now?"

"Must be a big deal" North admits. "Manny thinks we need help!"

A guessing game begans of who the new guardian with be.

A sand image of a four leaf clover appears above Sandy's head.

"The Leprechaun?" Tooth guesses along with Sandy.

"Please not the groundhog, please not the groundhog" Bunnymund chants.

An image of a young boy, a staff resting in his thin hands, appears.

"No!" Elsa yells.

"On second thought, I prefer the groundhog" Bunnymund agrees.

"For once we're on the same page" Elsa chuckles.

They turned to Tooth who seemed to be fangirling with her baby teeth. "Well, ah, as long he helps to ah...to protect the children, right?"

"Jack Frost!?" Bunnymund exclaims. "He doesn't care about children! All he does is freeze water pipes and mess with my egg hunts…"

"He irresponsible, and careless" Elsa continues. "He doesn't understand the true value of love. He should clearly be the guardian of destruction."

"At least you said guardian" North commented.

Elsa and Bunnymund share a look. "Jack Frost is many things" Bunnymund begins.

"...but he is not a guardian." Elsa hisses.