(s/c)= skin color
DISCLAIMER ALERT: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE ROTG CHARACTERS (if I did, things would have been...interesting ) YOU BELONG TO YOU, I BELONG TO ME AND SO DOES THIS FIC! Enjoy, snowflake


Previously in the Guardians' Guardian

Coming back to your body, you find that you no longer lie in the snow. Confused and dazed by the jump to reality, you strain to sit up. Half-way to a sitting position, you find a hand blocking you. Looking up, you find your (e/c) eyes connected to a pair of familiar, mischievous eyes.

"Woah there, snowflake. What's the rush?"

Shit.

~Part 3~

You look up at Jack Frost, a stream of cuss words coming to mind. He wasn't supposed to see me! I'm sooo screwed! Fuck! You were lying half on the ground, half in Jack's arms. The clearing was washed clean with new snow, the bodies just mere lumps on the ground. Jack was holding you with a tight but gentle grip around the shoulders and another hand against your abdomen, keeping you seated. He looked just like he the figurine, if not better. His hair was messy, a tumble of silvery white reminding you of twinkling snow under moonlight. His clear blue eyes held a glint of mischief, his lopsided grin a certain spark of fun.

His face was waaay too close, you could feel the blush stain your (s/c) cheeks. He wasn't supposed to even know you existed, let alone HOLD YOU IN HIS DAMNED ARMS! Then you remember one of your gifts from Mim. If I can just distract him...

"Ummm..."

"And she speaks!" He chuckles.

Glowering, you sit up fully, dislodging his arm and removing his hand. "I-I lost something in the snow, an-"

"Was it your manners? I'm not sure I can help you find those." He grins, as if his comment was extremely funny. You full on glare at him, causing his smile to faulter.

"Well, if you insist, my name is (f/n). Don't expect anything else."

"You-you can hear...me? A-and you can...see me?"

You roll your eyes at his profound amazement. "Yes, Mr. Frost, I can see you and hear you. I'm not stupid." This brings around quite an amusing expression from the chilly boy. His jaw goes slack, eyes widen, and his arms fall to his sides as he just stares at you. Smirking at his shocked face, you say "Now, can you help me find something? Its really small, but shiny and is probably buried somewhere in your snow." He starts, shaking his head with an amazed smile. He looks at you, a curious wonder and happiness in his eyes.

"Sure, I'm king at snowy Hide and Seek, after all." You both stand up, him turning away from you and starting to comb the ground. You bound as quietly as you can to the edge of the clearing. Once safely in the shelter of the trees, you concetrate on trying to become invisible. It was easier than you thought. All you had to do was think 'Make me invisible, damn it!' And voila! You were an invisible (f/n). Pretty slick, if you did say so yourself. All you had to do was make sure Jack didn't notice your foot- FUCK he noticed.

"(f/n)! F/n)! (F/N)!" His calls rang around the wooded clearing. Looking back to where you were standing earlier, he follows your darting tracks to the trees. SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT You scramble up the tree you were hiding behind, making sure not to make a noise orany more damned tracks. The clouds covered the moon, giving you the advantage of no shadow.

Securing yourself on a high branch not covered in snow, you anxiously watch as Jack comes to a halt at the base of the tree. He peers up at the bare branched tree, as if knowing you were up there. Well DUH. The tracks ended behind a tree, and there's no other palce to go but up. He jumps into the branches, landing not a foot away from where you were perched. Thank the moon I don't have to breathe. He searches the area for any sign of you, apparently worried judging by the expression on his face.

He calls again, making you flinch. "(F/N)!" He sits there, scoping out the woods until he finally leaves the tree, jumping from the high branches to the ground with a light whoosh. As he enters the clearing again, you let out a quick sigh of relief. Being extra careful, watching Jack the whole time, you turn visible again. Deciding the safest way to escape unnoticed was by not making any more fucking footprints you change into an owl.

The process isn't unlike when Mim chose you. A quick tingle runs under you skin, you shiver violently. The next thing you know, hey! your a bird. As if on instinct, you flap your wings lightly and rise from the tree branches. Unfortunately, thats where the instincts end. You fall back to the ground, not able to hold yourself in the air. Looking around, you are relieved Jack hasn't noticed anything.

Quickly getting to your clawed feet, you decide something with legs would do best. But what? Quickly going over the list of winter animals that roam these woods by night, you choose one that would be least conspicuous. Laying your wings gently on the ground, you change form once again. After the tingles settle, you lift your head and glance down at yourself. You glorious lupine fur is a dark grey, white tipped at the ends and the end of the tail. As a wolf, you quickly and quietly move to the edge of the trees, waiting for the best time to leave.

Jack is looking around on the ground, lifting snow into the air and checking under it. You confusedly watch for a few moments, what the heck? Then you remember what you had told him. He was looking for 'the small thing you had lost'. Smiling inside at his care and smirking a doggy smirk at his gullibility, you move silently closer. When you come up right behind him, you puff a breath from your nostrils. He startles, turning around quickly and flying back. Looking at you, he smiles. Lowering the staff he had pointed at you, he crouches and sticks out his hand. You step back from the hand, your wolfie instincts shying away from the unfamiliar threat.

He waits, still holding out his hand, but when he sees you having no intention of coming any closer, his smiles again and stands upright.

"What, gonna stare at me all night?" He chuckles. "If you don't mind, I have to find something. Care to help?" You stare at him. Does he normally talk to animals? I don't think regular animals can actually understand anything. He goes back to searching, moving snow and digging around the now barely distinguishable bodies in the snow. Deciding to just watch him, you lay down at the edge of the clearing, resting your head on your paws.

After a few hours, he seems to find something. Lifting it from the snow, you are shocked to see he'd found the old key necklace you'd worn before you died. It was a gift from a friend long gone, barely a passing thought nowadays. It was all you had left of him. You're surprised you'd forgotten it.Looks like I DID lose something, damnit. Getting up quickly, you trot over to him. Getting close enough to take the necklace, you take it in your teeth and dart back to your spot. "Hey!" he retorts, "That's not yours! Give it back!" He chases after you, reaching for the necklace. Like shit it isn't. Mine, bitch. You dart around him, keeping just out of his reach. He laughs, chasing you around the clearing. You allow a crooked doggy grin, giving in to the game.

For an hour or two you play with the Guardian of Fun, careful not to let him too close incase he recognizes your (e/c) eyes. When you finally grow tired of running, you halt a few feet from him, never letting your gaze flit away from his. He smirks. "Fine, you can have it," he says, "But on one condition." You tilt your head to the side. What the heck is he trying to pull here? "You have to stay with me until we find (f/n)." Thinking about, you find it reasonable enough. It'll be easier to watch over the annoying dude this way, anyway. It's not like he'll actually find me.

Moving closer, you sit in front of him, showing you consent. Smiling happily, he reaches for the necklace. You growl, telling him that you have no intention of losing it. His hand stops. "It's okay," Jack cooes softly, " I'm just gonna put it around your neck. Can't carry it around like that all the time anyway, right?" It seemed okay, so you let him gently remove it from your mouth. He loops it carefully around your neck, it fitting nicely over your head. Moving away quickly, you stare at Jack. "Well then," he chortles, "let's go."