Rating: T for dark themes

Pairings: none

Summary: What if Jack joined Pitch in his quest to be believed in?

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians.

Jack POV:

Somehow after all these years, the humans have managed to cling to life in the cold, dark world that is Earth. The sun is a luxury in these times; the people have evolved to become as pale as the snow itself. There is only endless winter and endless fear.

The so called Guardians have all but faded from the world. The beliefs they stood for: wonder, hope, memories, and dreams, are gone now. They faded with the rise of the era of Pitch Black and Frost. Although humans have come a long way in the means of technology since the dark ages, not even advanced civilization can escape the nightmares and the fear they bring. No amount of technology can keep the Bogeyman at bay and nothing can control the weather of an entire planet.

Without the children to believe in them, the Guardians cannot fight, they can only watch, invisible to the world, just as I once existed.

Children learn early that the world is cruel place. There is no room for fantasy or fun in a world where the struggle for survival absorbs every ounce of strength the humans posses.

...

I still like to visit the pond from which I was created. For some reason, I am always drawn back to my birth place, even after all these years of being believed in, I still long for the place my life began.

Sometimes when I visit, I hear voices in the wind, calling me.

"Jack… Jack… where are you Jack?"

They sound painstakingly familiar, but I can never identify the source of the sound. The voices can't belong to anyone alive; no one knows me as Jack, only Frost. For the past 200 years that is all I have been, just Frost.

The closest I've ever come to identifying the source is when I caught a glimpse of a brown haired little girl. The image was fuzzy, as if seeing a reflection in the water. She was small, maybe seven or so, and she had on a brown dress, one that when out of style centuries ago. In fact I haven't seen anyone wear clothes like that since the time shortly following my creation all those years ago.

She looked sad, as if she had lost something dear to her. I was used to seeing sad and depressed faces by now, but for some reason I wanted to go comfort her. However, as soon as I blinked my eyes, she was gone.

...

I never did regain the memories of my past life, the life before I was the winter spirit. But that is all behind me now, it doesn't matter who I was, what matters is who I am now. I am the almighty Frost who contains, in the palm of my hand, the life and death of this small planet and the tiny humans who live in it.

No one has the power to stop us now. We are the all powerful, invincible gods of Earth!

Thanks for reading! Any suggestions, ideas, or critiques? But please no flames, I do accept constructive criticism very well, so if you have critiques let me know how I can improve. Otherwise as Thumper wisely stated "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all".

-Rhia