Because no collection of ROTG oneshots would be complete without it. Set pre-movie, obviously.

Jack was angry; angry at himself, angry at the world, but mostly angry at Vera, the Spirit of Spring and his least favorite person in the world next to Pitch. In fact, sometimes he disliked her even more than Pitch. She seemed to hate him for no other reason than because he was the Spirit of Winter. Whenever he ran into her they got into fights, or rather full out brawls. Jack usually got the worst of it, because even though he strongly disliked Vera she was still a girl, and he was hesitant to fight a girl. Just today she had nearly killed him over the fact that he had brought a few inches of snow to the northeastern region of the States even though it was mid-April. The spirit had viciously long nails, but even the scrapes down Jack's arms didn't hurt as much as the venomous words that she had thrown at him in her deceptively sweet voice.

Really, he thought to himself. I had no idea such an innocent-looking girl knew that sort of language.

He had gotten out of there as fast as he could, but he didn't intend to take it lying down. He planned to tick off Vera even more by giving the area a few more inches of snow; just enough to get the local kids out of school but not so much that it became dangerous. Hovering a few hundred feet above the city, he waved his staff so that the clouds thickened and weighed down with the weight of the snow. When it fell, it fell fast and thick. After a while he decided that it was enough.

But Jack's emotions were more out of whack than even he knew, and when he tried to cease the snowfall it only grew wilder. The wind grew stronger and the snow fell faster and Jack started to panic. He wasn't used to not being completely in control of his powers. Of course, adding panic to the roiling mess of feelings only made it worse, and soon he was in the middle of a fully fledged blizzard. The strength of the magic quickly depleted his energy supply, and he suddenly felt weak.

This wasn't supposed to happen, he thought in a panic. It wasn't supposed to be this big!

Jack could see the city below, buried in tons of snow that was only increasing. This was the kind of storm that caused accidents; this was the kind of storm that got people hurt. That wasn't what he wanted. But it was too late to stop it.

Dizziness suddenly swept over him, and black spots obscured his vision. The ground below him was spinning, and he was falling, falling, falling…

We have a problem.

The stone golem's deep voice sounded in E. Aster Bunnymund's head. He turned to face it, and was alarmed to see its face turned onto angry mode.

"What kind of problem?" he asked nervously. He actually thought this Easter had gone off pretty well. The eggs had all been painted on time, there had been no invasions or attacks on the Warren, the Groundhog wasn't interfering with his tunnels, and the eggs were even now filing past towards the tunnels. Nothing seemed out of place.

The North American tunnel is backed up. The eggs cannot get through to the Northeast United States.

"Why not?" he demanded.

We do not know. That is why we came to you.

"Well, let me see for myself," he said. He sped towards the tunnels, and when he arrived he saw that the eggs were indeed gathered in a big mass around the North American tunnel. He peered into the tunnel and saw the portal that shimmered at the end of it was blocked by a huge wall of white. Was it… snow?

"Alright, mates," he said to his golems. "I'm gonna go check it out topside, so you stay and make sure everything else goes according to plan." With that he tapped his foot, opened a tunnel, and disappeared.

When Bunny's ears poked out of the ground, the first thing he registered was the unnatural stillness. It was springtime; he should have heard birds singing in the trees, the grass ruffling in the wind, and critters running across the ground. He should have heard the sound of traffic in the city and the shouts of children playing in the sunshine. But all he heard was silence.

The rest of his body emerged from the tunnel, and he froze at the sight that greeted him. Everywhere he turned, for as far as he could see- and Bunny could see quite far- there was snow. It was utter whiteness, not a speck of green in sight. The sky was flat and gray. The snow had obviously fallen recently, for it was undisturbed and there were no snow plows out yet in the city's streets. And Bunny had a pretty good idea of who was responsible. His eyes narrowed.

"Frost," he muttered.

This was exactly the sort of stunt the winter spirit would pull. Bunny had had many run-ins with the immortal teen, and none of them had ended in his favor. Often during his Easter deliveries he would slip on an icy patch that seemed to appear out of nowhere or get a face full of snow from some unknown assailant. He would catch a glimpse of the annoying trickster's smug smirk and hear his gloating laugh, but he never could catch him. He usually let him go; ushering in Easter was more important than extracting justice for a juvenile prank, anyway. But this was taking it too far.

Bunny did not have to search far to find Jack. He found him lying in a pile of snow, completely tuckered out from the effort it took to ruin Bunny's holiday. Not exactly in a kindly mood, Bunny woke him by kicking a shower of snow in his face.

Jack jerked up. "Hey! What the-" he stopped when he saw Bunny glaring down at him. "Oh. It's you. Bunnymund, right? What are you doing here?"

Bunny did not dignify him with an answer. Through gritted teeth he said, "What. Did. You. Do."

Jack stood up. "My job."

"Your job? So now your job is ruining other people's holidays?"

Jack's eyes widened. "Oh, right… Easter… that's today, isn't it?"

"Yes it's today! Just conveniently slipped your mind, didn't it?"

Jack looked out over the whitened landscape. "Well… At least the kids will get out of school."

"It's Sunday, you idiot!" Bunny exploded. "Easter Sunday! They're out of school anyway!"

Jack glared at him. "Don't you think you're overreacting a little bit?"

"I wouldn't expect you to understand," Bunny growled. "You're a winter spirit."

Jack's voice was hostile as he said, "What's that supposed to mean, exactly?"

"Easter is during springtime, and it's about hope and life! About new beginnings!" Bunny shouted. "And winter- well winter is nothing but cold and despair and endings! Winter is death!" Jack flinched at his words, but Bunny continued relentlessly. "People die every winter because of it! People have died from your blizzards, including this one! People are DEAD!"

Jack's eyes blazed and Bunny braced himself for the explosion he knew was coming, but it didn't happen. Instead, all the energy seemed to leak out of the winter spirit. He leaned on his staff and his face sagged. The shadows that slanted across his usually youthful face made him look old and tired, as if he had lost his immortality and all his years were crashing down on him at once.

"You think I don't know that?" he asked softly. "You think I don't know what winter is and what it can do? You think I don't know exactly how many people have died because of it? You think I don't hate the fact? Do you think, possibly," his voice rose slightly, "That I enjoy it?"

Bunny refused to back down. "Whether you enjoy it or not is irrelevant. The fact remains that it happens because of you. Because of your- your careless attitude and your pathetic demands for attention! You're nothing but a useless, annoying sprite!"

The fire returned to Jack's icy blue eyes and he straightened. "You know what you are? An oversized, stuck-up rabbit! Are you some sort of genetic mutation? Because I've never seen anyone else like you. Or did the rest of your race just run and hide in their little rabbit holes when they saw your ugly face?"

Rage washed over Bunny in a hot, boiling wave. Without even thinking about it he pulled out a boomerang quick as lightning and pointed it between Jack's eyes. He got in his face and nearly spat,

"Don't you dare talk about things you know absolutely nothing about!"

Jack swatted away the boomerang and pushed Bunny back. "I could say the same for you."

Bunny gave him a long, venomous glare, and the two remained locked in an intense stare-off for at least ten seconds. Then he put his boomerang back in its holster and said, "Just leave, Frost. Go somewhere and stay out of my way while I try and clean up your mess."

With that Bunny turned and opened up a rabbit hole. He jumped down it without looking back; he didn't even want to look at Jack.

It would be 45 years before he saw him again.

I called the Spirit of Spring Vera because it's short for primavera, which is Spanish for spring. Don't worry, those of you who are OC haters. She won't show up often.

Also, those of you who don't know, the reason Bunny got so upset at Jack's "where's the rest of your race" comment is because in the books his entire race except for him was wiped out in a battle with Pitch. Or at least that's what I was told. Still haven't read them myself.