The next few chapters will be requests, but I have had this one in mind for a while now. Little sad, but the next chapter will make it all better.

***Warning - implied self-harm and suicide***

Frostbite. The technical definition is exposure to extreme cold damaging the body tissue, typically affecting the nose, fingers, or toes. But when it came to Jack Frost, it had a harsher, deeper meaning.

"Oh look! Here comes Frostbite, bringer of death."

"Don't you know you aren't welcome here, Frostbite?"

"Go and disappear already, Frostbite!"

Those were but a few of the many, many, insults Jack received while he brought winter to the world. And Jack knew, deep down, that it was true. He brought winter. Winter came with the cold. The cold gave people frostbite. And frostbite brought death.

That's why Jack was in Antarctica. Though he was normally able to have fun and pretend it didn't get to him, today had been a bad day. He'd seen the damage his snow could bring one too many times. A little girl, though not one who believed in him, caught frostbite and nearly died in the ER the night before.

'It's true. All true. I should just do everyone a favor and….disappear.' Jack thought as he stood at the edge of the icy sea. He dropped his staff and prepared to take a step onto the water, without making ice appear. As he was about to step onto, or rather into, the water, he heard someone shout his name. The next thing Jack knew, he was on his side with someone on top of him.

'I'm gonna kill the little bugger,' Bunny thought. He had been noticing as of late that the Winter Spirit had been acting off recently. Jack had been moody, closed off, and seemed to be moping.

He'd tracked Jack to Antarctica, and when he found him, he was confused as to why Jack stood at the edge of the ocean considering he was still nervous around water. But everything was made clear as Jack went to step into the ocean, so to speak.

"JACK!" Bunny yelled as he shoved the immortal teen to the ground/ And crikey, it was cold! Even his fur couldn't keep the snow from getting to his skin. The cold always bothered him anyways. Back to what was important.

It had been an hour since Bunny had found him. Jack had allowed the Pooka to take him to the Warren, mostly so the rabbit could warm up, but had yet to speak about what had happened.

"Just what did ya intend to do, mate?" Bunny finally asked. Jack sighed before pulling up his sleeves. Long, white, scars littered Jack's arms (none of the marks looked even remotely recent) varying in length and damage.

"It's been a long three-hundred years, Bunny. Being alone….no one to rely on except myself….it's been hard," Jack said as he attempted to lower his sleeves. Bunny stopped him before grabbing a balm off his shelf and began to rub it into Jack's skin. It stung, but Jack figured that meant it was working. He began to talk again, just to fill the silence.

"I don't know, man. Things have been great, especially after becoming a Guardian! Life is great. But...I've just been thinking about frostbite. How I…"Jack trailed off, not sure how to put his feelings into words.

"How you what?" Bunny asked softly, fearing the answer. That's when Jack broke down and started crying. Bunny wrapped his arms around the teen as he told the older Guardian about the little girl, about how he felt he killed people with his snow and ice, how frostbite was caused by him.

Eventually, he calmed down and Bunny just rocked him like a small child. Because, as much as Jack hated to admit it, Bunny knew he was a child. He had been alone for far too long and had to grow up too fast.

Bunny spoke encouraging word, assuring Jack again and again that it wasn't his fault, that winter had been around long before him as had frostbite. What he didn't say, and what Jack wouldn't notice for some time (though when he did, he grew to appreciate Bunny even more than he already had), was that he wouldn't be calling Jack 'Frostbite' any time soon.

Needless to say, though it does need to be said, Bunny may or may not have tracked down any and everyone who ever insulted Jack. And talked to them. With his fists.

AN: So, I'm going on a family vacation on Thursday. Going on a cruise in fact. And I'm not sure if I'm going to have time to update again, which is why I've been working on this over my holiday break. Until next time, Kitkat Out!