A/N: Okay, guys! Here it is! My first impression of Rise of the Guardians! I'm actually pretty excited for this story! Like, I feel like I'm going to write this story in rapid fire. Honestly. And those of you reading FPPS might get mad at me for starting another story before updating that one, but honestly I need to take a little break from Sherlock and Supernatural or all of these feels are going to make me explode. So please just bear (bare?) with me... And I hope you like this fic!

DISCLAIMER: As usual, I DO NOT own the characters in the story or the fandom. Rise of the Guardians belongs to Dreamworks. (Sadly.)

Cold and Dark

Darkness. That's the first thing I remember. It was dark. And it was cold. And I was scared.

He was trapped in darkness. It surrounded him. Encased him. And it only brought coldness with it. It chilled him in a way that it reached deep into his bones. He wanted to get away. He wanted to be warm. He wanted to be safe.

But then, then I saw the moon. It was so big, and it was so bright.

He built up the courage to open his eyes and saw a beautiful, bright orb. The moon. It was warm and it lifted him out of the dark water. It pulled him through the ice and held him high in the air.

It seemed to chase the darkness away. And when it did, I wasn't scared anymore.

He studied the moon. And he felt safe its presence. The moon gently set him down, and the cracked ice beneath him fixed itself when he touched it. He took the moment to check himself over, and to experiment with moving his hands and seeing what his being consisted of.

Why I was there, and what I was meant to do – that, I'd never know. A part of me wonders if I ever will.

He looked up to the moon and wondered why it had pulled him out of this lake. And he wondered why he was there in the first place. He sighed and took a clumsy step forward. After a few steps, he stumbled across a stick. He poked it again with his toe, and in an instant it was covered in ice. Curious, he picked up the stick and he could feel the power coursing through it. He flinched and ice shot out through the bottom of it. He smiled and tested his new power on a couple of trees. He laughed and started skating and sliding on the lake, making frost patterns on the ice.

He stumbled and slipped, and the wind picked him up and threw him into the air. He balanced himself, and he got a good look at his handiwork. Suddenly, the wind dropped him and he fell through the trees. He landed hard on a sturdy branch and laid there until he got his breath back. He pushed himself up and crouched on the tree branch. He saw warm, yellow lights in the distance and took off towards them.

His landing was rough and clumsy, and he stumbled and flipped backwards into a pile of snow. He laughed as he stood up and brushed himself off. He turned around and greeted the first few people that he saw. They all ignored him but he brushed it off. Finally, he saw a couple of kids running around and he knelt to their level.

"Oh, uh, excuse me! Could you tell me where I am?" He gasped as, instead of stopping in front of him, the children ran straight through him.

He stood and backed up. "Hello? Hello!?" He yelled as three others walked through him, one quickly following the other. He continued to back up until he was back where he landed.

My name is Jack Frost. How do I know that? The moon told me so.

Jack looked back up to the moon, and turned to face the woods that he had come from. With one last glance at the village, Jack started walking back to his lake.

That was all he ever told me. And that was a long, long time ago.

Jack arrived at his lake and sat down against a tree. He looked down at the ice and after making a few new frost designs with his staff, he stared at his reflection. He had a reflection. Why couldn't anybody see him? Why was he invisible? Why was he alone?

"They didn't see you, huh?"

The only other person I had ever really talked to… was him.

Jack jumped at the sudden voice. He looked up to see himself. Sort of.

Instead of Jack's snowy white hair, this person had brown hair. And Jack's bright blue eyes had been replaced with dark brown ones.

"Who – Who are you?" Jack asked suspiciously, tightly gripping his new staff.

"I'm Jack Black. But just call me Jay."

"Why can you see me?" Jack asked, still not sure if he should trust 'Jay'.

Jay let out a breathy chuckle. "Because I'm like you. They couldn't see me, either. I tried earlier. Believe me, I know how it feels. What's your name, by the way?"

Jack loosened his grip on his staff, realizing that Jay probably felt as alone as Jack did. "Jack. Jack Frost." He said, not wanting to drive away the only person who could see him.

"Great. Jack. Well, stick with me, okay, Jack?" Jay paused and then smirked. "I have a feeling we could be really great friends."

Jack returned the smirk when he thought about all the fun they could have. "Yeah. Yeah, I think you're right."

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