Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians or any characters related to it.
I do own Amora Summer though.
10 years after Pitch was defeated
The two of them met there, in Burkess, twice a year to create, what they like to call the tween-seasons and overtime their feeling grew. The two of them became the best of friends, but what neither was willing to acknowledge was that, underneath their friendship, there was something more.
It was winter now and Jack was alone once more. He loved winter with his entire being, heck, he was a winter spirit, guardian of fun he was Jack friggen Frost. But he missed his best friend during the cold winter months; she would be on the opposite side of the world perfecting summer. He longed for the months of spring and fall when they were together, but he was careful not to be too attached.
Forty years into their twice a year arrangement, Jack had begun lying to himself. His feelings were unfamiliar to him and often he would write them off as excitement to see his best friend. Jack knew what was developing, he was not stupid after all, but he was confused. What had slowly been developing over their century of friendship wasn't exactly love, at least that's what he told himself. Those few months a year when he saw her were his favorite days, but as a precaution, he had kept his infatuation from the other guardians.
As far as he knew guardians weren't allowed to fall in love, he had asked North about it once and the old man had simply chuckled.
"Maybe one day Jack." He said. His voice was a mixture of longing and humor, as if he couldn't even imagine love as a possibility. "For now, we focus on the children."
Jack sighed and attempted to roll over, forgetting that he was resting in a tree branch, he nearly fell. He caught himself before he collided with the snow covered ground of the forest. He saw a green light reflecting off the pure white surface of the snow and looked towards the sky.
Northern Lights.
North was calling the guardians to the North Pole. Something must be terribly wrong for him to have called them all there. Jack himself had very few responsibilities, but he knew the other guardians worked all year round. Whatever North was calling them together for, it must be important.
Then again, North could also have just run out of chocolate to make cookies with, either way Jack was not going to ignore the chance to seen an angry Bunnymund. He picked up his staff and flew off towards the North Pole.
It was a few hours before he arrived. Everyone else had already arrived and they were talking quietly in a circle. North looked up and smiled at the youngest guardian.
"Jack!" he exclaimed as he busted through the circle and hugged the skinny teen. "we were waiting for you." He said setting Jack down. Toothiana was hovering nervously while twiddling her thumbs, Sandy had quickly fallen asleep on his cloud of golden sleep sand, and Bunnymund was leaning against the rail that surrounded the globe with shining lights.
"Bout time ya' got here" said Bunnymund.
"What's this about?" Jack asked, ignoring the bunny's comment and looking up at North. North wouldn't meet his eyes.
"Man in Moon is picking a new guardian." Jack looked around the room for any sign that North was joking. He saw none.
"Why, you got me ten years ago, and that was because of Pitch. Is he back?"
"No, Pitch has not resurfaced, though I'm sure he will eventually. Jack, sometimes Man in Moon chooses a guardian just because." North told the youngest guardian.
"What if it's not Pitch?" said Bunnymund. "What if it's something worse?" Jack turned towards the Pooka, his eye brows scrunched together.
"What do you mean? Who could possibly be worse than Pitch?"
"Stop" North said, his deep voice echoing around the room. "We will speak of this no more." Bunnymund looked away and Jack made a promise to talk to him about it later…or at least to ask Toothiana. For now Jack was silent as he watched the giant blue crystal rise out of the floor. The moon's light shined right through it and Jack felt suddenly anxious. He saw Sandy flying through pictures over his head and Tooth watching excitedly. He heard Bunnymund whispering quietly.
"Not the groundhog, not the groundhog, please not the groundhog." Jack perched himself on his staff and waited. A moonbeam shone through the crystal and a hologram appeared. It was a small girl, with wildly curly hair wearing a knee length dress and no shoes.