Hello everyone, idk if anyone who is reading this i reading my other rise of the guardians story "The Guardian of Death" but if there are any of you out there sorry i had this plot bunny i'll try to update it soon. This will probably be the last chapter but i might continue. I got the rise of the guardians soundtrack for christmas and it is sooo amazing you should listen to it if you get the chance I love it SOOOO much! I also got the video game for my birthday (which was christmas) and it is fun too! really addicting! alright heres the chapter! tell me what you think

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"Who are you?" Said the man, taking up a defensive position.

"Uh..." Jack mumbled, he had never imagined talking to someone while they could actually see him, what should he say? How would he explain that he had gotten through a window on the 15th floor of a huge hotel?

"If you want my money you can't have it!" He said, his voice quavering a bit. "How did you even get up here?" He asked, looking around jack to the open window, how had a teenager ended up that high outside a window?

"The wind?" He said, stating it as somewhat of a question, seeing if the man would buy it.

"What? Do you expect me to believe that you aren't here to rob me?" He said firmly, moving to pick up the phone, "I will call hotel security if you . . ."

"Wait," Jack interrupted, the man's hand was rested atop the phone, ready to dial the number, but at least he had stopped. "If you tell me who you are then maybe we can work this out." He said, standing slowly as not to alarm the poor gentleman whose evening had been ruined by a stumbling teenager.

"Why would I tell you that?" He said, lifting the phone out of it's cradle.

"Because I need to know why the wind brought me here, and why you can see me." Jack said, still holding his hands defensively in front of him, he had decided to leave his staff on the floor so the man would not feel inclined to call for help.

"Horsefeathers! Why would I not be able to see you?" the man said, feeling even more threatened. He began to pick up the phone but found that it was stuck halfway, the wire was completely stiff. As hard as he tried he couldn't get the phone to budge from it's position. He touched the wire that had prevented him from calling security, it was freezing. He recoiled, ice? How had that happened?

"Finc," agreed the man, may as well listen to the lanky wise guy who had barged into his room, since the phone wasn't in any condition to be used and he didn't have much of a choice. "My name is Seger Ellis, and who might you be?" He asked with a sarcastic half-bow.

"You are?" He asked approaching the man who claimed to be Seger Ellis. "You are!" he cried happily, now he knew why the wind had brought him to this room, this was the man who had written the song. "Well then, I can tell you my name, but before I do I want to take a moment to tell you that I am not insane, so don't freak out when you hear what my name is."

Jack stepped back a bit, picking up his staff from the floor gently, "My name is Jack Frost."

Seger raised an eyebrow, this teen had obviously just escaped from a mental hospital. "Alright then nice to meet you Jack frost, I'm Santa Claus." said Seger reintroducing himself to Jack, thinking it would be better to play along with the delusional boy, he may've been a murderer for all he knew.

Jack sighed "First off you are nothing like North and second I already told you I wasn't insane so I guess I'll just have to prove it to you." he said, noting the step that Seger took back at his words. Jack waved his staff in a small circle in the air, forming a small whirlwind of snow in the room.

Seger watched as snowflakes began to form at the tip of 'Jack's staff, they swirled around in a dainty dance of ice, gently swaying with the movement of the boy's staff.

"Do you believe me?" Jack asked, stopping his little whirlwind and looking into Seger's eyes.

"Um. . . well, I suppose so, but how . . . how is this possible? Why are you here?" He asked, stumbling with his words as he tried to grasp what was going on.

"Well I wanted to find you because you wrote the new song that came out today, I wanted to see why you wrote it because some pretty weird stuff has been happening since it's come out." Jack said sincerely, seeing that Seger probably was only catching half of his words as he was in a state of mild shock.

"Um, I wrote it because that's my job, I write songs for orchestras to play, I didn't mean any harm." Seger said, sitting down and sounding worried.

Jack realized that Seger might have thought that he was going to hurt him so he tried a new approach. "I'm not angry, the song wasn't meant to be about anyone real, but since I do exist it was a bit harsh to hear, I just want to find out why people have been seeing me." Jack saw the confused look on the stressed composer's face.

Jack ended up explaining the whole concept of believers and how they affected the way you were seen, if you were even seen at all. He told him about the Guardians, and how he had always been invisible to everyone but them. He talked of his many trips around the world in many different time periods, all the while checking to make sure Seger hadn't passed out from shock. But it seemed that Seger was far from passing out, with each new detail the older man warmed up to the idea a bit more, scooting a bit further forward with every word.

Jack soon saw that this man had a great imagination for he seemed to actually believe Jack after all the explaining and was not as apprehensive of the winter spirit as he was before.

"So why can I see you?" Seger asked curiously, his hands clasped beneath his chin.

"I really don't know, you are the first person." He said, looking at the ground awkwardly.

"Ever?" Seger asked, lifting his head a bit in shock. "No one has ever seen you before this?"

"Nope, not a soul," Jack said sadly.

Seger just sat and stared at this poor boy, at first glance you would think he was an ignorant mischievous teen, he looked so innocent, it disturbed the composer to see what appeared to be such a young and free spirit so tied down with loneliness. "For how long?" Seger inquired, wanting to know how long the kid had been alone.

"More than two hundred years . . ."

Seger couldn't believe what he had just heard, two hundred years! How could anyone survive being alone for that long? How could anyone live that long in the first place?

"So since the song came out people have been seeing you?" asked Seger.

"Yeah, it's strange, they look at me for a few seconds and then it's as though they can't see me again and their eyes pass right through me." Jack said, trying to explain as best he could.

"Maybe when they hear the song they believe in you for a short time?" Seger said.

"That's what I was thinking, but it isn't enough for them to see me completely." Jack replied. "So where did you get the idea for the song?"

"Well corny love songs are very popular as are holiday ones, and the thing a composer wants the most is a hit. I wrote it as a hot little tune for the winter, I never meant to be offensive. I actually pictured you very differently, I saw a grown man," Seger said looking at Jack's childish frame, "With an evil grin," Seger looked at Jack's relaxed features and his innocent face, "And bushy eyebrows," Jack had slim curved eyebrows. "I saw him as an overall evil kind of spirit who wanted to ruin people's days, I kind of created him in my mind, using his character to form the tune and the words, I spent so long on the song that I had a completely clear picture of what Jack Frost looked like when I was finished, I had created him, he was completely real in my mind, I think that is why I was able to see you, because I already believed."

"Well thank you." Jack said looking at Seger.

"For what?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"For seeing me." Jack said calmly, a bit of the loneliness gone from his features.

the possibly end

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