Wow, I almost didn't make the cut. Sorry guys. Here you go.
This is neoneco, live from a Reasonably Comfortable Sofa. (I was forced out of my room. Apparently people need to eat to live. Who knew?)
If Jack wasn't already preoccupied with being the Spirit of Winter, she thinks that he would have found a life calling in testing the North Pole's security ... vulnerabilities.
As it is, they start with the windows.
Jack is loathe to break them to get in, as clean, clear canvases are often hard to come by, but sometimes sacrifices must be made.
The Yetis are quick and they notice the draft immediately. He doesn't get far past the window pane before he is thrown out of that same window again.
Next, they try to get in through the stable. This is a mistake. The reindeer are less sunshine and magic, as the children would have him believe, and more aggression and wild-animal.
The storm, during their escapades, hovers anxiously around them, and, to It's despair, finds that the most violent things it can do is make the snowflakes around them slightly larger than usual.
They target every weakness. The elves, the food supplies, the chimney, oh, and what a mistake that was, Jack feels too warm for days, they even try to spread Jack out into the snow and get him in through the crevices in the doorways. That is very uncomfortable, she'd rather they didn't ever try that again, please.
And then one day, that day, of course, the Big Man himself comes out at last. The Thief.
He's rushed, but amiable, and he nods politely at Jack, yet makes no move to come near, urging his reindeer faster.
"Ah, hello! Bunny said you were mischief-maker, and here you are, making mischief!"
This would mean more to Jack if he knew who the 'Bunny' being referred to is.
As it is, all Jack says in return is, "Huh?"
The Thief gives him a look. He crooks an eyebrow up at Jack and she supposes it means something, because now Jack looks quite embarrassed.
"I just- I just wanted to ask you if- I mean, why, why you have so many kids, just, believing. How?" Jack doesn't quite know what to say, and his arms are gesturing to something, there's nothing there, she doesn't understand. Is it just one of those things?, and The Thief looks very kind.
"Jack. Jack Frost," he says, and Jack is very startled, so is she, really, because he hadn't told the man his name yet. "My name is North. Nicholas St. North."
"I am a Guardian."
The words don't mean much to Jack, he can't feel the emphasis on the word 'Guardian', but she can, and it makes her uncomfortable.
Those are his people.
Jack wants to talk more, and he does, quite a bit, but today is North's most important day of the year. He smiles, his belly shakes with happy laughter, and he waves goodbye.
Jack smiles back and his eyes dull because, from what he can tell, North has believers because he is chosen, because he is special, and Jack - Jack isn't.
He doesn't think he's important.
The storm shakes and finally, finally, It starts hailing and freezing the things below it, and Jack halfheartedly tries to calm it down.
"It's okay. He's... He's right. It's fine."
They go home, and they pull pranks, and they don't go to the North Pole again for many years.