I do not own Rise of the Guardians or any of their Characters, or the songs I use, the things you don't recognize however are mine and Swtorchef's.

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200 years may seem like a long time for most people but once I had Jack, I wasn't alone, and time no longer felt like it dragged on. We traveled the world together brining the celebration, that the humans eventually named the day of the dead, then sticking around for Jack to bring on winter before moving on to other towns. I soon discovered I had other abilities, connected to my dolls and my songs.

Not only could I expel hellhounds from this plan of existence, when human souls held to much hatred and desire for revenge when they died they became wraiths, evils spirits that sucked on the life force of the living. I could send them back as well to the abyss. Jack developed lots of talents for snow and ice as well. We soon figured out that we also were not the only beings around.

Unfortunately, we did realize we were two of the few who aren't seen or believed in. The one person we failed to agree on was Bunnymund. He treated me like a daughter or younger sister and I, can't having remembered my family, and readily accepted his offer of companionship. Jack on the other hand found him infuriating and did his best to cause additional trouble. Three words; Blizzard of 68! Unfortunately for us we had no idea what was going on now at the North Pole.

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"Still waiting for cookies!" North called to his elves as he used a chainsaw to carve out his next toy. The elves froze guiltily before taking the cookies from their mouths and placing them back on the plate. They quickly ducked out of the way as North launched himself across the floor on his rolling chair as he gropes furiously among his work tools, finally grabbing a miniature hammer. North was humming merrily along with his music and delicately chiseling into the ice.

"Yes!" he cried triumphantly as he placed the finished piece on a curving ice track. The ice locomotive belches ice vapor and chugs down the track, picking up speed. And North distractedly munched on the offered cookies.

He took a bite and leaned toward the ice track. He chuckled as the train hit a loop, and launched off the ramp into midair then the wings unfolded and an engine ignited and the train was lifted off the track soaring toward the door when suddenly, the door was thrown open by one of North's concerned yetis, sending the flying ice locomotive skidding across the floor in pieces.

The yeti froze placing both hands over his mouth in horror. North cried out, devastated. The yeti, Phil, equally emotional, let out another whimper. North looked down at the broken toy and took a moment to collect himself, breathing deeply.

"How many times have I told you to knock?"

"Warga blarghgha!"

"What...? The Globe?" North pulled his sword from its sheath and bolted for the globe room. And gently pushed through the crowd of frantic elves.

"Shoo with your pointy heads. Why are you always under boot?" North stopped in front of the globe eyes wide in confusion as multiple lights where going out. "What is this? Have you checked the axis? Is rotation balanced?"

"Wardle bawddrel." Shrugged the yetis

Suddenly a wind whipped up from out of nowhere and North stared in outrage as a blanket of swirling black sand, crawled over the lights, and shrouded the entire globe in inky darkness. The elves scurried in a panic, then all at once the black sand whooshed off the Globe and rushed up through the ceiling as remaining sand burst into a puffs of smoke and dissipates into the air. When the wind finally died, the scattered pieces of debris settled to the ground, and the globes lights came back on.

North whirled to see a huge shadow flash across the floor and curving walls of his fortress. It quickly disappeared, leaving nothing but the distant echo of...laughter?

North squinted, "Can it be…..DINGLE! Make preparations! We are going to have company."

He reached out and hit the emergency switch sending out the northern lights to gather the guardians.

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"Cookies? Eggnog, anyone?" North offered generously as the last of the guardians had gathered.

A frustrated Bunnymund was hopping up and down warming his feet by the fire as he hissed, "Oh, this better be good, North!"

North not bothering to answer turns to Sandy who floated gently to the ground from his sand plane. "Sandy, thank you for coming."

Sand glyphs appear above Sandy's head communicating that he is busy and has a lot of work to do. And North nods thoughtfully and shrugged apologetically, "I know, I know, but I obviously wouldn't have called you all here unless it was serious. The Boogie Man was here - at the Pole!"

The other guardians froze before Tooth timidly said, "Pitch? Pitch Black? Here?!"

North nodded, "Yes! There was black sand covering the globe. And then a shadow."

Bunny cocked his head and crossed his arms, "What, what...what do you mean black sand? Hold on, hold on, I thought you said you saw Pitch?"

North rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed, "Well, ah, not exactly..."

Bunny turned to Sandy exasperated, "Not exactly? Can you believe this guy?" Sandy merely shrugged in response. "Yeah, you said it, Sandy."

"Look, he is up to something very bad. I feel it, in my belly"

Bunny rolled his eyes and stalked over to North, "Hang on, hang on, you mean to say, you summoned me here THREE DAYS BEFORE EASTER because of your belly? Mate, if I did this to you three days before Christmas…"

North rolled his eyes, "Please. Bunny. Easter is not Christmas."

"Oh here we go."

North grabbed Bunny's painted egg, casually juggling it in his hand as he walked off. Meanwhile Sandy, who was being served eggnog by a yeti, suddenly notices something high above.

"North, I, I don't have time for this. I've still got two million eggs to finish up."

The moon rose into view, high up in the ceiling; its rays of light began to shine brightly through as they cascade down the walls of the globe room.

"No matter how much you paint, is still egg!" North continued to bicker as Sandy frantically tried to gain attention of his fellow guardians.

"Look, mate, I'm dealing with perishables. Right. You've got all year to prepare."

"Why are rabbits always so nervous."

"And why are you always such a blowhard!"

The bickering continued until sandy had enough, grabbed hold of an elf and shook him so his bell rattled. Gaining the others attention he pointed furiously at the moon and they turned.

" Aah! Man in Moon! Sandy, why didn't you say something?"

Sandy glared at him while steam sand shot from his ears.

"It's been a long time old friend! What is big news?"

The moon cast shadows across the floor and Bunny's eyebrows furrowed.

"It is Pitch."

"Manny...what must we do?"

In answer, the shadow of Pitch disappears and the circle of moonlight intensifies, concentrating further and illuminating an ornate symbol on the floor, at the center of their circle. The symbol rises out of the ground revealing a large gem at the head of a pillar.

"Ah, guys, you know what this means?" Tooth gasped

"He's choosing a new Guardian" North whispered in awe.

Bunny merely snorted in disapproval, "What?! Why?"

"Must be big deal! Manny thinks we need help!"

"Since when do we need help?!"

"I wonder who it's gonna be? Maybe the Leprechaun?"

Bunny swallowed hard and put his hands together praying quietly, "Please not the groundhog, please not the groundhog."

Then a bright flash, a rush of wind and a figure resolves over the central pillar: slight, hooded, bearing a familiar hooked staff. A second figure forming close behind him with twin scarves wrapped around her.

North Smiled, "Jack Frost and Aria Calaca."

Bunny smiled at Aria's name and then sneered, "Ah, I take it back on that first one! The Groundhog's fine!"

Tooth, shrugged and tried to regain control of her swooning fairies, "Well, ah, as long they help to ah...to protect the children, right?"

"Jack Frost!? He doesn't care about children! All he does is freeze water pipes and mess with my egg hunts. He's even gotten Aria into his mischief. Right? He's an irresponsible, selfish..."

"Guardian" North cut him off smirking and Bunny spun seething.

"Jack Frost is many things, but he is not a Guardian."

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I giggled as the cold air whipped my hair around and I tightened my hold around Jack's neck. We were flying around Russia, and having a blast. Jack touched his staff to the ground sending a streak of frost across the street. A young boy got his tongue stuck to a frozen fountain and we scared a boy trying to feed his goldfish. We slid to a stop atop the place tower and served our work.

"Now that was fun!" Jack laughed glancing down at his handy work.

I nodded hugging him, "More fun than the snowball fight you caused in the middle of that poor girls wedding rehearsal." I teased.

Jack straightened, "Hey I made sure that the snow was gone on her actual wedding day."

I giggled and rolled my eyes, "sure and that snow shower during the wedding photos was a coincidence right?" he smirked at shrugged.

He glanced over his shoulder and winked, "Hold on tight Ari," I nodded taking a firm hold of his shoulders as, he could fly and I could not, Jack smiled and called out the air, "Hey wind! Take us home!" Jack let go of the tower and we were whisked away back toward Burgess. I smiled as we soared through the sky. I'd been happier this last couple of decades than I had in as far back as I can remember. Jack and I still were irritated with the moon who'd awakened us and abandoned us to the elements of an invisible existence, but at least we had each other to face against the world. We had so much fun bringing the Day of the Dead and winter to all the world. I glanced up at the snowy sky and smiled.

"I hope we can have this kind of day every day."

Jack glanced back at me and smile, "We will Ari, and eventually we will be believed in." I smiled, Jack deserved to been seen, believed in. I didn't see how you could get people to believe in someone that is rarely even heard of in stories, but Jacks hope was infectious and I couldn't help but believe right along with him.

As Jacks wind took swept us along my dolls floated around chirping off a merry tune and I figured a song would help pass the time. And I made sure to tap Jack on the nose at his favorite part.

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire

Jack Frost nipping at your nose

Yuletide carols being sung by a choir

And folks dressed up like Eskimos

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe

Help to make the season bright

Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow

Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Santa's on his way

He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh

And every mother's child is gonna spy

To see if reindeers really know how to fly

And so, I'm offering this simple phrase

To kids from one to ninety-two

Although it's been said many times, many ways

Merry Christmas to you

Jack smiled back at me before teasing, "it's a bit past Christmas you know."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Fine next time I'll sing a song you're not in."

He quickly protested and I couldn't help but throw my head back and laugh. Yes I hoped we could have days like this for a long, long time.