Hello again my lovelies. I am back with the second chapter. I do hope that you enjoyed the first one and if any of you have any tips on how to accurately portray my younger character for their age, please tell me I need the help. Thank you all for reading and please enjoy and again tell me what you think!

I still don't own RotG

The next day came quicker than Jack had wanted it to. He was still very nervous about finishing his memories but he also knew he had to see this through. This was going to hurt though, North was right. So far all he had seen was loving parents and it had felt like someone had reached into his chest and started punching his heart. It helped that bunny kept trying to make light of it, Jack didn't know how well he would've handled this if he had gone into this alone.

Nevertheless, Jack was yet again standing next to North in his office waiting for the other guardians to arrive. He was nervously bouncing on the balls of his feet giving sideways glances at the large Russian man standing beside him looking at the golden canister. "It is amazing," North suddenly spoke, "that one entire life lies in something like this." He said in wonder raising the canister to the level of his eye with a huge smile on his face.

Jack looked confused at the Christmas spirit for a few minutes before finally speaking, "Can I ask you a question?" At North's nod he continued, "What about your memories? Like what were you in your life?"

North put the canister down on his desk and turned to Jack with a glint in his eyes, "I was an outlaw." He saw excitedly, "My comrades and I would ride across all of Russian bringing Magic back to a land devoid of anything other than cold and war. We'd steal from those who had too much and give it back to those who had nothing. It was a grand scheme, until we got caught. I was sentenced to die, but nothing could kill my spirit!" He boasted proudly. Laughing with joy at the irony in his words. "Manny brought me back and allowed me to carry on my life of bringing magic and wonder to the world for all eternity." He smiled warmly and Jack just looked at him confused.

"They-they killed you and you are laughing about that?" He asked shocked, "Don't you hold resentment towards them?"

"The only resentment that I hold towards them is that they separated me from my beautiful Yuliya." North said sadly, "We all have to live with what was left in our past, you'll discover that soon enough." He said patting Jack on the shoulder, his voice grew serious suddenly, "Jack, we need to talk before you continue this." He said gesturing for Jack to sit on the bench by the window, following after him. "Jack, the things you will see are gone. Nothing that you knew when you were alive will have survived, and that includes the people." He said, noticing the glint of worry in Jack's eye. "I just want you to be sure of what you are doing before you go through with it. All of us have to live with what we left behind when we died, and even with only seeing that first memory I am sure that you left behind much."

Jack stared at the ground, taking in what North had said and trying to process it all. He knew that he'd have to live with memories, but he always figured that he wouldn't care what he'd left behind. But now looking at it the first memory he saw yesterday, he had a loving family, a mother and father, and he knew a sister would soon be added into the picture. What else could he have had? Friends? Any other siblings? These questions never crossed his mind. He never took the time to consider what exactly he had left when he had died, how many people that had affected. For the longest time he didn't even think he was anything before Jack Frost. Sure he had hoped that he had a life before this, but he always assumed since he couldn't remember it that it didn't exist. But here he was ready to relive all of it without thinking about the consequences of doing that. Would he be able to live with the memories? How did the others do it? Does the pain of what was left just fade over time? These questions and more swam through his head taking all his attention away from the Guardians who had all arrived, before he came to the only realization that mattered. He had to know who he was before Jack Frost, and if that meant suffering day in and day out with the memories, so be it.

Jack looked up from the ground with a determined look in eyes and stood facing his fellow Guardians, "I have to do this." He said determinedly, grabbing the canister off of the desk. The others smiled at him and assumed their positions of interlocked hands and waited for Jack to open the memories again. Jack inhaled deeply and exhaled as he ran his finger across the top. Yet again the Guardians were enveloped in a bright flash of light before it faded away to show the little cottage in which Jack had lived.

Jack eagerly ran down the stairs, his little legs blurred by his speed. When he got to the bottom of the stairs he bounded around the corner and up to his father who had barely opened the door. "Daddy!" He shouted before jumping into his surprised father's arms. the little boy wrapped his arms around his father's neck and buried his face in his shoulder.

His father laughed and hugged the child back, "Jackson, you're supposed to be asleep." He said warningly, "Why are you awake?"

"I wanted to see you before you weft." He slurred in his three-year-old vernacular. His father smiled endearingly at the child before hugging him tightly.

"Go back to bed son, I'll be back for dinner." He said setting Jack down on the ground and turning back to the door, "We'll play when I get home." He finished before walking out the door, shutting it tightly behind him.

Jack stared at the door for a couple minutes unmoving, when he was sure his father was gone he opened the door again and ran outside. He quickly set to work on pushing the snow from in front of his cottage into the main room. Shoveling and flinging the powdery substance in to his for what seemed like hours. But lo and behold he eventually deemed it enough and ran back inside, closing the door. After the door slammed shut the small brown haired boy set to work at arranging the snow. He started by making a fleet of snowmen blocking the stairs and entrance to the small kitchen, all in varying sizes. He then set to work forming a wall on the other side of the room, presumably for him to hide behind. After that was done he smiled as he finished his preparation by making a pile of snowballs. Then the fun began. He hid behind the wall and began pelting the stationary snowmen with snowballs while laughing triumphantly.

"Your armies will flail!" He shouted mockingly at his opponents, the bombard of snowballs still coming, "No one can defeaf me for I am-"

"Jackson Overland!" Came the angry shout of his mother, interrupting his game. Jack froze with his arm mid throw, the snowball falling pathetically to the ground in a splat. "What on God's green earth are you doing?" She asked incredulously. Jack looked back and forth between the snowmen and the snow covered ground before looking back at his mother with an innocent look in his eyes. His mother groaned before looking about the room again, "Look at the mess you've made." she said exasperated, "Its already hard enough keeping the house warm during the winter months without you bringing the storm inside." She reprimanded.

"But moooom," Jack whined, "I jus waned tho play in the snow." He explained with his child logic.

"Then you play in the snow outside." His mother explained, "Because now you're going to spend the rest of the day shoveling all this snow back outside where it belongs." She said demandingly.

"But mom," Jack spoke quickly, "The snowman armies must be defeafed before I can do anyfing else." He said pleadingly.

His mother sighed, looking at her sons huge pleading brown eyes, his little hands clasped together in front of his chest in a pleading manner, "oh alright," She caved, "Finish your battle, but then you have to clean his mess up."

"Yay!" the boy shouted, jumping back behind the wall of snow and continuing his assault of the snowmen. Happily shouting mocks at the frozen army while his mother looked on with fond annoyance. She loved her son but he was always doing things like this, last week shoveled snow into the house to make an army of snow angels, the month before that he tried to freeze over their main room for indoor ice-skating. Last season he brought half the leaves in the forest into their home to make a huge pile that he could jump into from the stairs. How a three-year-old kept coming up with these ideas was far beyond either of his parents. Soon enough though her son was done with his make-believe war and set to work with ridding the house of the snow.

Although the progression was slow and distracted, As Jack was not exactly eager to rid the house of the snow. Half the time he ended up playing something new in the powder. His mother constantly reminded him to do what he was told while she tried to keep the hearth warm to ward off the new found cold that her son had brought into the house. By midday half the snow was either melted or shoveled outside. Jack sat by the door noncommittally flinging the snow out of the doorway with a piece of bark. His mother making lunch in the kitchen, not paying attention to how little work her son was doing in the other room. Eventually she walked out to have Jack come eat lunch when she saw her son and rolled her eyes.

"Jack," She said warningly causing the three-year-old to quickly start shoveling huge helps of snow and throwing outside, avoiding eye contact with his mother. "Take a break and come eat." She said extending her arm for the boy who eagerly stood and ran into the kitchen with his mother close at hand. After lunch, he got back to getting rid of the snow and with the help of his mom they had the whole house cleaned out before his father got home.

When his father walked through the door along with the attack of his son's hug he also had his wife walk up to him with her arms crossed. "Oh no, what did he do this time?" Jack's father asked looking at his son with a warning look.

"He started a snowball fight against snowmen in our main room." Came the curt response.

His father groaned angrily and looked at his son before reprimanding the child, "Jackson, snow belongs outside, not inside." Jack looked sadly at the ground, "The next time you do something like that you're going to bed without dinner." He decided angrily. "This is getting ridiculous." He said rolling his eyes and setting Jack on the ground. He walked up to his wife and gave her a kiss on the cheek before noticing the amused look on her face. "What?

"You have had your fair share of crazy things that you did in your youth." She said looking back at their son, "Jack is just following in your steps." She concluded with a smile and small laugh. "Come, dinner is almost ready." She said turning to walk into the kitchen her husband and son following happily after her.

"Wow." Bunny said, "What is it with you and snow?" He asked looking at the frost spirit with a look of confusion.

Jack looked at his fuzzy companion and laughed, "It's fun." Came his simple response.

"Weirdo." Bunny said, "Well, at least we know that your obnoxious behavior has always been there."

"You know you wouldn't love me if it wasn't cottontail." Jack responded winking at the Easter Guardian.

"Shove off you bloody show pony." Bunny ribbed before getting shushed by Tooth who was watching as the scene changed to outside in the summertime near the lake outside of town.

It was mid-morning, the sun nearly rising over the horizon when the crunching of footsteps reached the ears of the onlookers. Jack and his father were walking towards the now unfrozen lake, long sticks with strings attached to them slung over his father's shoulder and a wooden bucket filled with bait swinging at his side. Jack skipping along next to the large bearded man, humming a nameless tune. The two stopped by the edge of the lake and Harold set all of the tools down before turning to catch his son before he ran off.

"Now Jack, this is an activity that requires patience and quiet." He said handing Jack the shorter to the two poles and sat down on the edge of the shore, casting his own line before helping Jack with his. He went through a quick step by step on what to do if a fish took the line, Jack listening intently to every word his father said. After he was done with the instructing Jack eagerly sat down on the shore and grabbed his pole staring at the water excitedly.

The two sat in silence for what seemed like hours, and Jack was quickly growing bored. He kept picking at the rocks beneath him and throwing them into the water. His father smiled fondly at him about to speak before Jack's line went tight and ripped out of his hands. "Jack!" His father shouted as the little boy chased after the pole, straight into the water. "Jack! What are you doing!?" His father stood frozen as he watched his child chase the pole further into the water until he got to deep and his head fell below the water. "JACK!" His father shouted jumping into action. He flung himself into the water and swam out to where Jack had gone under and dived down to drag the boy back to the surface. Minutes passed with the water's surface unmoving, both still below, before finally the surface broke with the panting head of Jack's father Jack himself thrown over the man's shoulder. He quickly swam back to shore and flung his son's body on the dirt before doing CPR to get him breathing again.

Tears welled up in the man's eyes when the boy didn't start breathing. He gave one last fevered attempted at reviving his child, pushing down on his tiny chest until the boy sputtered and coughed up the water that was stuck in his throat. Harold heaved a huge sigh of relief hugging his son close to his chest. Jack hugged his father back before pulling away and looking at the ground, "Sorry." He said shyly.

"Jack," His father said sternly drawing his son's gaze back to his face, "When the rod gets away from us, if we don't know how to swim we don't go after it." He concluded harshly, Jack nodding his head in response. "Come, let's go home. We've had enough excitement for one day." He said gathering up all the supplies he had brought with him, taking his child's hand in his and walking off back to the cottage.

The Guardians all looked at Jack with concern, tooth breaking the strained silence, "Didn't you die by-"

"Yea." Jack responded quickly, "Apparently not the first run in I had." He said in a strained light-hearted manner, "Well, at least I didn't die at that age, otherwise Manny probably wouldn't have brought me back." The others nodded in agreement before turning back to the memories which had changed again.

The cottage was alive with life laughter and the sounds of voices happily chittering away. The voice of Jack's mother flitted through the house quieting everyone there, "Here comes the man of the hour." She said giddily, everyone's eyes turning to the stairs where stood a rather uncomfortable looking Jack all cleaned up and dressed in a nice blue suit that was tailored just a little too big for his child sized body. "Happy Birthday!" Came the assorted shouts of children and adults alike. Jack smiled as best he could and walked into the crowd of well-wishers towards the group of boys in the corner.

"Hello." He said when he got to the group.

"Hello, Jackson." One of them said happily clapping his small hand on the boy's shoulder as he'd seen the older men doing as a greeting, "How's it feel to be five?" He asked excitedly, the others looking to the boy who merely shrugged.

"Oh, come on, you are getting close to our age, when you start getting treated like a man." one said proudly puffing out his chest. "Just wait till you turn ten," He continued looking at the younger boys, "It is the best age." He boasted. Jack and his friend looked at each other knowingly before retreating away from the group of older boys who were now mimicking the actions of the fathers.

"What are you parents going to do to you after what you did this afternoon?" The boy asked Jack when they were far enough out of earshot of anyone.

"They haven told me yet." He responded, "They didn want to punish me on my birfday so they ignored it."

"You almost drowned in the river chasing after your fishing pole." The older boy responded confused, "They aren't going to punish you for that just because it is your birthday?" He asked confused. Jack nodded in response, his friend looking at the floor, "Your parents are so much better than mine." He whined, causing the other boy to laugh.

The two continued to talk about nothing in particular until Jack's mother called him to the kitchen for his cake. He ran excited to the table and everyone gathered around to sing happily to the boy who could not stop staring at the cake. After the singing was done and the cake was cut and eaten Jack's parents bid goodbyes to all the guest who had come to celebrate.

Jack was about to run and disappear in his room upstairs before his father clearing his throat stopped him mid-step. He turned his head and looked nervously at his mother and father who stood with their arms folded and stern looks on their faces. Jack turned his body to be fully facing his angry parents and hung his head in shame. "Jack, your father and I have discussed a course of action to take with handling what happened this afternoon." His mother said causing him to look up at them with fear in his eye.

"That is correct," His father continued, "We have decided that starting tomorrow," He said and Jack winced prepared to have any and all freedoms taken from him, "you will be getting instructed on how to swim by me so as to avoid this problem in the future." He finished laughing at the confused look on his son's face. The boy looked at them waiting for them to take it all back, but it never came. "Now get some rest, we will start early in the morning." His father said watching the confused child walk slowly up the stairs try to fully process what had just happened. He arrived in his room and blankly stared at the wall before smiling and getting changed for bed and falling asleep.

The next morning Jack shot out of bed at the banging on his door, sleepily he remembered what his parents had said the night before and he shot up and quickly threw on clothes before running over to the door swinging it open and greeting his father with a huge smile. "Ready?" His father asked receiving an enthusiastic nod from the smaller brunette, "Good, let us go then." He said before turning and walking out of the house, his son close on his heels.

Soon enough they arrived at the lake and his father turned to him. "Now Jack, I want you to listen and follow what I say very closely, understood." The boy nodded distractedly, his gaze glued on the calm lake." Jack?" His father asked sternly drawing the boys attention fully, "This is not a matter to be taken light-hearted." His father said seriously, "If you don't get this right then you will die." He threatened causing the boys mind to cloud over with fear. His father grabbed his hand and slowly walked them both into the water until it was up to the boy's neck. Jack strained his neck to keep his head above water and looked at his father waiting for the instructions. His father placed in hand in front of Jack with his palm facing up, "Lean onto my hand." He instructed and Jack did as he was told flopping onto his father's hand, feeling his other hand go to rest lower on his stomach keeping him afloat. "Now start kicking your legs and swinging your arms." He further instructed. Jack once again did as he was told and his father put one of his hands on his back to keep him place while he practiced to movements. After about an hour of this his father removed his hand from the boy's back and kept his other hand on his stomach to keep him afloat as he moved further into the water. After a few minutes of this his father slowly removed his hand from under him and stood watching his son paddle around the lake. The boy laughed joyfully as he turned himself around to swim back to his father. "You're doing it!" the man said excitedly clapping his hands as he watched Jack continued to change his direction, going all over the place still laughing as his father watched on prepared to save him if the need arose. Eventually the time arrived when the two needed to head home. Jack reluctantly got out of the water and followed his father back to the cottage.

"Do you think that this is enough for today?" Bunny asked the frost teen. "I mean, we've covered a lot today and don't want you to overdo it."

"No," He responded shaking his head, "Lets continue." He finished decisively.

The others taking nervous breathes before North spoke up, "Jack, we just don't want you to overwork your emotions, we don't know what else you might find in these memories and we don't want you to-"

"No." Jack said harshly, "I am going to finish this, if I go out now I won't want to go back in." He explained worriedly, "I have to see this through now, I can't just let this go." He said looking almost pleadingly at the others, "You all know who you were, you don't understand what I've been through for the last three hundred years." He said looking sadly at the ground, "I never had memories to turn to to comfort me when I was alone, and I know that I'm not alone now but I still feel like if I can just know who I was before I was Jack Frost than I can finally be at full peace with who I am now." He explained, "And I know if I leave this now," His voice cracking before he quietly said, "I won't go back in."

The others looked at him sadly before turning to look at each other. Tooth sighed before floating over and putting her hand on his shoulder, "If you're sure." She said sweetly. Jack smiled at her before feeling a small hand tugging on his shirt, he looked down and saw Sandy smiling sympathetically at him. He smiled back and bent down to hug the small man. "Shall we continue?" Tooth asked noticing that the memories were still playing through. The others agreed and continued to watch, all of them giving Jack a pat on the back.

The scene had changed to the cottage late at night, a much older looking Jack had crept out of his bedroom and down the stairs, eavesdropping on his parents in the kitchen. He crept his head around the corner ever so slightly and saw them sitting at the table his father's head in his hands elbows resting on the edge of the table. His mother sitting across from him looking at his father with concern written all over her face.

"We missed something." Jack said confused. "How old am I now?" He asked looking to Tooth.

"I believe you are about nine years of age." She responded. "I don't know why it jumped so far, we couldn't have missed that much. But I supposed everyone's memories have breaks in them, the teeth really only show the most important memories of childhood." She thought out loud. Looking at the other's confused looks, "Oh the teeth only keep the memories that are viewed as important in the child's mind." She explained unasked. The others just nodded at her explanation before turning back to look at the memory to see what was important enough to be kept.

"The new members of the colony will be arriving by the new year." Harold said anxiously, "Our settlement has not finished the preparations for it."

"Harold, you worry too much." Sarah responded sweetly, "You have done what you can, but we have limited numbers." She went on, standing and walking across the table to kneel beside her husband, "That is why we need the new settlers, and besides they are all volunteers I am certain they will not complain with helping finish what we could not. Our numbers are not enough to feed a thriving lasting village and the newcomers will realize that and gladly help as they can." She said in a level voice, drawing her husband's face even with her's so he was looking her in the eyes, "You needn't worry about this as much as you do."

"I know," Harold responded with a sigh cupping Sarah's face with his hand, "but this settlement is my duty. I am the mayor of this colony, if it fails that is on me." he said looking at his wife nervously.

"It won't fail," She responded, "I am certain of that. We will thrive, you shall see." She said kissing her husband sweetly. "Now stop worrying about it so much, we have other problems to address." She said turning to the entryway, "Jack, please come in here." She demanded. The shy form of Jack crept out of the shadows into the kitchen sheepishly. "It is not polite to listen in on others' conversations." She explained, "But there is something we need to discuss with you." She said glancing at her husband who had straightened slightly.

"What is it?" Jack asked confused.

His mother raised her hand to her stomach and turned to her husband smiling before turning back to her son, "You're going to be a big brother." She said excitedly.

Jack stood frozen looking back and forth from his parents trying to process what his mother had just told him. Suddenly his face lit up and he looked excitedly at his mother, "I'm going to be a big brother?!" He practically shouted, causing both his parents to burst into teary laughter. His mother nodded her head and Jack ran to give her a giant hug. She continued to laugh with tears of joy in her eyes as she embraced the child her husband jumping out of his chair to join, wrapping his arms around both of them in a huge bear hug. They all laughed joyfully as they hugged.

His father pulled away and looked at his son, "I think it is time you go to bed, son." He suggested. Jack nodded his head before giving his mother another tight squeeze and tiredly walking up the stairs and into his room falling onto his bed in exhaustion.

Ok, so I stopped there because I felt like it. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I will have the next one up as soon as I can. And I need to explain as Jack gets older his memories will be more encompassing it's just i tried going off of my memory in a way. Meaning I remember certain instances from my childhood, but like I can't properly remember anything from the age of six to seven. So, I figured I'd use that logic with Jacks memories. Please tell me what you think of this story.

Until nest time my lovelies, the Freak is out here!