North could describe Jack Frost in many ways. Troublesome, irritating, fun-loving, mischievous, first kid ever on the naughty list.

But he never could imagine Jack as sad or lonely. Sad and lonely put him in mind of a child who no longer believed in Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy, but not of Jack!

The kid was just too happy.

He was always teasing the yetis and laughing and never mind the blizzard he'd made on the night he became the teen of winter. It just reflected his confusion. Jack might've been bewildered, but lonely? Depressed? Sad?

Simply laughable, North thought. Jack was just a troublemaker.


Tooth had always secretly thought Jack was kinda cute. But she'd never seen him up close and personal before.

She often asked, "Jack WHO?" when anybody brought up that white-haired winter spirit. The best thing she could say about him was that he sounded like he had adorable teeth. Teeth were the first thing Tooth noticed about someone. Natural for the tooth fairy, right?

Her mini fairies went for him as well, but Tooth mostly just didn't think about him.

Who was the teen of winter to her? Nothing, she told herself.

So she forgot about him for three centuries.


Sandy had heard horror tales of Jack Frost. Only, North and Bunnymund didn't CALL him Jack Frost.

They called him JACK FROST in a terrified whisper.

Sandy didn't actually know much about him. He brought snow and ice, right? And sometimes rain, awful, heavy driving rain. It was the rain Sandy hated.

Snow and ice, he could live with, but rain reminded him of a teenager who had attempted suicide before or something like that. And Sandy didn't want any spirit to be like that. If there was someone behind rain who was truly depressive, it wasn't Jack Frost. Jack was cheerful and smiling, always ready to cause a commotion at the drop of a hat.

If rain had feelings, then Jack did. And if Jack had feelings, what must he think of the Guardians? If Jack had feelings, he was capable of being upset or lonely. If Jack had feelings, it would complicate things too much.

A snow-making Jack was A-OK. Ice didn't have feelings. It was frozen.

Jack was just an ice cube – smooth, white, uncaring. Right?


Jack Frost was nothing. Jack was nothing but trouble. He was a little hellion who screwed up Bunnymund's egg hunts and made blizzards in March, when everyone was pretty much tired of winter. But he wasn't special, not even irritating enough to confront. Bunny really thought the best possible thing for Jack Frost was to let him be ignored. If his antics were overlooked, he would get tired of mocking the Guardians, right? Jack was just looking for attention, and if it was attention he wanted, he wasn't going to get it. Not from Bunnymund.

Because, in the end, Jack Frost wasn't even important enough to care about.

He was nothing but trouble.


A/N: I'm kind of making the Guardians out to be bad guys in that, aren't I?

:P That's strange for me, because although they totally ignored Jack, I loved all of them, each of them! Jack was my favorite of course, then probably Tooth or North because they were sweet, and Bunny and Sandy because they're awesome and Bunny is grumpy and snarkful (I just made up a new word, lol. It's like snarky only a person is full of snark. snarkful.) and Sandy kicked Pitch's little nightmare arse.

Anyway, I'm done rambling about why I like the Guardians.

This idea was inspired by a chapter in "The One and Only" by Dragons-Sister. It's for HTTYD though, you won't find it in this RotG archive. Anyway, hope you liked!