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Alright, I won't take up your time anymore. Here's your chapter...

And your disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians. If I did, there probably would be a real Fem!Jack Frost. Now aren't you glad I don't own it? :)

Chapter 1: Ice Castle

Bunny hated the cold. It had this nasty habit of digging deep down, burying itself in his belly and becoming embedded in the marrow of his bones. It seemed to resent him as well, what with the frozen wind always hurtling itself down his ears.

Of course, the cold had stopped…teasing, for lack of a better word, once Jack had joined the Guardians. He suspected the recent upheaval in their relationship was the cause. If he'd of known that's all it would take to make the cold stop hounding, he would've befriended the winter spirit centuries ago.

Still, he wasn't enjoying the seemingly permanent chill that permeated the air here. He shivered-for the thousandth time-and rubbed his paws up his arms. Why on earth was he covered with blue-grey fur if it did absolutely nothing to keep him warm. Who cares if this was Ant-freakin'-arctica? He thought the whole point of wearing a heavy winter coat all the time was to stay warm, but it did surprisingly little to keep out the cold.

"Wh...Wh...Why're we h...h...'ere, Frostbite...tttt?" he managed to get out through chattering teeth. He glanced around at the blue hued ice towering above them. 'Deceptively fragile,' he though idly. Just like the girl who had created them.

Said girl was striding forward purposefully. "Cause I need your opinion. North says you're the best interior decorator around. That you even designed a few rooms at the Pole."

"Yeah, but why…" Bunny trailed off as they topped the rise and he saw it.

It being the three-story ice monster. He had to admit, it was beautiful, what with the sunlight bouncing off its crystal towers. The castle had been carved by an expert hand, with an eye for the most minute detail. There were hundreds of windows, each one unique in its design, dotting the sparkling surface of the home. The huge central doors were covered with intricate swirls that twisted and twined together to form the shapes of two large, ferocious polar bears.

"Come one, Bun-Bun! I thought rabbits were fast." Jack ribbed as she swooped down the snowy hill to the snow palace.

"Jack…did ya make tha'?" E. Aster Bunnymund was, for once, absolutely thunderstruck.

"Yeah. Took me forever, though. I figured I was gonna eventually wear out my welcome at North's, so I started working on this bad boy about six months ago."

Bunny smiled wryly as he slid down the snow bank after Jack. "I think ya could stay a' North's forever, mate. The man adores ya."

"Nah. He would've gotten sick of me after a while. Everyone does." She added with a forced laugh, endless blue eyes growing distant with some unknown memory. After a short moment, she shook her head vigorously, as if she were trying to dislodge a demon clinging to her brain. Suddenly, a smile illuminated her face. "Sides, I'm like, 317 years old. Don't you think it's time I got my own place?"

The Guardian of Hope chuckled . "Whatevah ya say, Jackie. Bu' I still don' get why ya need me here."

She turned to blink at him, giving him a look that told exactly what she thought of him. "I already told you, you airhead. North said you're the best decorator he's ever seen."

"So ya want me to decorate yer ice castle."

The winter sprite shrugged. "If you want to, yes."

"Well…I've never done an ice castle a'fore."

She smirked. "If figured not."

Bunny could feel himself go red under his fur as he scowled at the girl (apparently, his pelt did have its uses). "Ya know wha' I mean, ya dill."

Jack held her hands up defensively. "Fine. You don't have to help. But you won't get paiii-uuhhhhhhhhhhddddd!" She sang the last word as the wind scooped her up playfully and twirled her around the Pooka before sweeping her off to the palace.

"Bloody show pony," he muttered to himself, then hopped off after her, calling, "Rack off! I know ya aren't gonna pay me at all!"

"…And if ya get tha' chocolate colored fabric for the couches, ya should be good."

Jack nodded thoughtfully, taking careful mental notes. "Alrighty, then. Thanks for the help, Bun-Bun.'

"Anytime, Q-tip."

The sprite swelled with indignation. "I do not look like a Q-tip!"

Bunny merely laughed. "You give me an embarrassin' nickname, I give you an embarrassin' nickname. One word. KARMA."

She stuck her tongue out at him, reminding the Pooka just how young (by a legends' standards, anyway) she really was. His voice held a concerned note he couldn't seem to disguise when he asked, "Are ya sure you'll be okay, out here by yerself, Snowflake?"

She grinned and leaned against her staff. "It's so touching to know how much you worry about me. Honestly, you're making me cry over here." Jack sniffled, running a pale finger under one eye.

"Aw, don' let it go to yer head. Seriously, though, will ya be alrigh'?"

"I'll be fine. I'm not all alone. Old Man Winter lives, like, a few hundred miles away, just the next glacier over."

"Still, ya should git yerself a polar bear or somethin'."

"Polar bears don't live in Antarctica." A light lit in those mischievous blue eyes. "But that isn't such a bad idea. I could steal one from the North Pole, or a zoo, maybe."

"Oh, dear," thought Bunny. "Why'd I even say anythin'? Now I'll nevah be able to come to Antarctica withou' my leg bein' chewed on by some overgrown carnivore. Nice goin', Aster. You're a genius. Wonderful…"

Jack started at him, absolutely mystified, as Bunny continued with his internal monologue. "Bunny? Kangaroo? Cottontail? Bun-Bun? Yoo-hoo!" The winter child tried every one of his most hated nicknames, finally resorting to waving a hand in front of the Pooka's face. Still, she had no luck. A sudden idea hit her like a snowball and she grinned wickedly.

"Well, Mr. Bunnymund, I suppose I'll have to go freeze some of the dye ponds of yours, maybe even a few golems, so…"

"Don' you dare!" he growled, snatching her thin wrist and yanking her closer.

"Finally!" The Guardian of Fun giggled (with a bit of exasperation, mind you), gazing up at Bunny with wide blue eyes that were too innocent for the amount of trouble she could cause. "You zoned out on me for a second there. What happened?"

"I was trying not to picture myself bein' mauled by a polar bear."

Jack giggled. "And how was that working out for you?"

The rabbit shuddered. "Jus' don' sic yer darn bears on me, and I think we'll git a long just fine."

Since when does Jack care about decorating? Since Bunny does it.

Since when does Bunny decorate? Since Jack cares. (Plus, the Pooka's an artist; he has to be able to match colors, right?)

Anyways, I hope you could read it. I kinda get out of control with Bunny's slang sometimes...*cue half-evil-half-sheepish grin*

I know this is very short and very stupid (and very fluffy, that's fun, right?), but I needed to add it so I could get into the fleshy good crap next chapter. I hope you liked it. I'm hoping to get the next chapter out soon, but I've got no guarantees. All my family's down for the holidays and things tend to get a little out of control (I don't know if my computer will still be here by the end of the weekend :) JK. Kind of), but yeah, you don't want to hear about my personal life. So, I'll see you all later!

P.S. Sorry about the errors. I'm my own editor, and I suck at it. :)