Hey guys..

Sorry I put this chapter off so long... I'm not entirely happy with it. I apologize in advance if anyone thinks its slow. It's really only a filler chapter, to take up unwanted time, so I sorry :(

ALSO: See my note at the bottom after you read!

Enjoy it?

-iceprincess

Disclaimer: Jack Frost and Jaime Bennett belong to DreamWorks.

(I just realized the "w" is capitalized... :o... oops)

Jack

Wind rushed furiously through my hair as I raced to my destination, slowing only when I saw the house come into view. I floated up to the window, closed since last night, and peered inside, hoping he'd be awake by now. My hand brushed the glass, and I accidently coated the window with a thick layer of spiral patterned frost. I inwardly groaned. I had spent the whole night delivering snow and frost to a few other countries, and my powers were still going full blast. After 300 year you'd think I'd have this kind of thing under control, I thought bitterly, shaking my head. Sighing, I tapped the window a few times with my staff, watching the frozen ice begin to melt somewhat, and brushing it off with my hand as well. When I could see properly again, I turned to look back into the room.

"Agh!" I yelled jumping back in surprise, "Jamie!"

Jamie's face had been pressed against the window to startle me, and now the kid was clutching his stomach and laughing. I scowled at him in annoyance, but couldn't help cracking a small smile.

"Ha- ha, very funny, now open up!" I called out to him through the glass. Still laughing, he opened his window and let me climb through.

"You... you should've seen... Jack your face!" Jamie stumbled out in between laughs.

"Yeah, I'm just so hilarious," I smirked, sitting cross-legged on his bed.

"Why didn't you come back yesterday?" Jamie asked, joining me at the foot of his bed. "You said you would, and then you just... disappeared."

I didn't answer him right away, because I really didn't want him to know that I had chosen a tour around the world feeling angry and miserable, instead of playing with him and his friends for the rest of the afternoon.

"I um, had other snowstorms to hand out, and I uh, I had forgotten about them, so-"

"You followed Lyra home, didn't you?"

I looked at the ten-year-old sitting in front of me, surprised. How does he know?

"I'm right aren't I?" he said.

I sighed- I guess there was no fooling him. "... Yeah."

Jamie looked thoroughly pleased with himself and jumped up on his bed and starting singing, "Jack and Lyra sitting in a tree-"

"Hey! Cut it out will you! It's not like that!" I said, pulling him back down and trying to shush him. We tumbled down and lay in a tangled heap on the floor. He started laughing really hard again. I pretended to be angry with him until he quieted down. Then he sat up with a serious look on his face.

"She saw you a few times yesterday, you know."

"I know," I said, still laying on the floor, grinning like crazy up at him.

"I'm sure she'll believe in you soon, I mean, look how many kids believe in you already since Easter!" I nodded at his words and sat up too, smiling even wider.

"Wait- I know that look..." Jaime said suddenly. "Does she believe in you?" He asked, eyes bright with excitement. I nodded and laughed, unable to contain it any longer. Jamie jumped up and cheered.

"Jaime? What's all that noise up there?" I recognized his mother's voice. "Are you ready yet? I said five minutes- it's been ten!"

Jamie pouted at me. "Sorry Jack," he muttered.

"Hey, its all right, I'll come back later," I said, ruffling his hair.

"Jamie!" His mother called.

"Better go, kid," I told him, picking my staff up from the floor and walking towards the window.

"See you, Jack!" Jamie said, pulling on his shoes and grabbing his coat before running out the door.

I leapt out the window, already knowing who I wanted to visit next.

...

(General POV)

The big man sat at his worktable. He was silent as he worked in concentration on his new creation. Music played from a radio somewhere else in the room. The man's red sleeves were rolled up above his elbows, and his tattoos, one on each arm, were just visible. One arm read "Naughty", the other "Nice". In his hands he held a block of ice and a chisel, and slowly the man was turning the ice into a sculpture of an air plane. It was tedious work, for every line and cut he made had to be absolutely precise. Wouldn't want yetis to mistake designs, he thought to himself.

Suddenly a loud bang startled the man from his work, and in surprise, he chopped off a wing of the ice plane. The man dropped his work on the table and angrily turned around to face his interrupter, yelling something in Russian. The yeti who stood in the doorway looked at the big red man blankly. The man scowled.

"How many times must I tell you to knock! I am busy!" He scolded, gesturing at the broken ice plane that lay behind him.

The yeti shook his head and spoke something in a garbled language that anyone but the Russian man would have been unable to decipher. Upon hearing the yeti's words, the anger in the man's face disappeared immediately, replaced by concern. Without another word, he followed the yeti out of the workroom and down a hallway, maneuvering around the tiny elves that ran to and fro, reaching at last a very large meeting room. In the center of the room stood an enormous globe, glowing with tiny golden lights. The man's eyes flicked toward it as he passed, but didn't linger long when he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Instead, he crossed the room until he stood directly under an open skylight built into the high vaulted ceiling. Although it was daylight, the man could just make out the form of a crescent moon in the center of the skylight.

"Manny!" The man called to the sky. "What is trouble? Why have you called?" He stood there, staring at the moon for a few moments in silence, his bright blues eyes growing wider by the second. He reached for a piece of parchment and furiously began to scribble something down, nodding his head occasionally. When he was finished, he read over his work, his face creased with worry. Then he looked up and glanced at the yeti who had summoned him.

"I think," he said in a low voice, "that it is time to summon the Guardians."

Ok, so I'm sorry because I feel like I'm not updating consistently, because life get's in the way, and I feel really really bad about that. SO, I have this idea: After this chapter, I will update once a week, on Saturday, maybe sometimes Friday night. This way, I don't feel as bad making you guys wait, because we'll all know when the next chapter will come out. If for some reason I know I won't be able to update a particular week, I'll let everyone know in advance.

This is an idea I'm going to try, so tell me what you think and I hope it will work!

-iceprincess