I do not own ROTG (Rise of the Guardians) in any way shape or form.

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Jack sits in the middle of Pitch's dungeon. His staff is broken, again, and all Frosty has left to do but sit and wait. Wait for Pitch to decide what he want to do to Jack, that is. Even with his beloved staff in pieces, the Guardian of Fun can't. Sit. Still. He's been bouncing around for a half an hour yelling at Pitch to make up his mind already and get it over with. If Pitch's whole plan is to just let Jack rot in prison forever in fear of what Pitch might do to him, it's not working.

Frosty sighs, sitting back on his bunk, still as wound up as ever. "At least put me to sleep will you?! How about giving me my staff and we have a fair fight?! Why not play with my emotions for a bit?! That should be fun!" Jack spits out the word 'fun', thoroughly annoyed at being kept waiting. Finally, the Winter Spirit shuts up, deciding to just try and get some sleep. (Real genius, this kid.) He goes over some of his oldest memories, but somewhere along the line things go wrong . . .

. . .

"FROSTBITE!" Bunnymund howled with rage. The usually blue rabbit was dripping in pink dye, pink glitter, and pink rose petals. The look of complete rage in the rabbit's eye whould make the devil himself shiver in terror. Bunny stalked over to the offending Winter Spirit. "You 'ave exactly five seconds to come up with a 'splanation. If ya can't . . ." Bunny took out an exploding egg. Jack didn't waste time. He ran for the hills, laughing all the way. "YA CAN RUN BUT YA CAN'T HIDE!"

That's what Bunny thought. Jack didn't take any chances and stayed in the air for a good part of a week. He then took a month-long visit to Greenland. Afterwards, somewhere around a two hundred painted eggs mysteriously appeared. Even when the Southern Hemisphere's winter came, the Warren lay virtually untouched. Aster eventually got tired of Jack's sucking up and forgave him . . . that being his biggest mistake. When he woke up the next morning, then whole place was covered in snow. Even the warrior eggs were frozen where they stood. Bunny didn't talk to Frosty for another two years.

. . .

Jack grimaces, but the bad memories keep on comin'. The blizzard of '68 pops into his mind.

. . .

It had been another lousy day of not being noticed. Jack had been walked through three times, nearly got torn apart by an angry mother bear, and he'd just got thrown out of the Santoff Claussen (twice). The spirit had a bleeding shoulder and a heart to match. If this wasn't some kind of a record breaker, he didn't know what it was. He jumped on a random wind, deciding to just do his job and stop procrastinating. Oops, wrong wind. Jack ended up in a snow drift, somewhat dazed. South 'stalks' off, annoyed at being jumped on.

That's the straw that broke the cammel's frostbitten back. Jack just cuts loose, not giving a darn anymore. "OI! Frostbite! What do ya think yer doin'?!" Jack glared at Bunnymund, then dumped more snow on him. A wolfish warning growl escaped Frostbite's lips as he stalked off. A wolf family he had been playing with the other day followed in his footsteps, holding their noses in the air as Bunny shook off the snow. "And they call ME crabby. . ."

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More memories of lonliness and angering Bunny crowd up on Jack. There was the time he almost froze Bunny's tail off. There was the time he inadvertantly made Bunny catch an almost life threatening cold. There was the time he accidentally ruined nearly five hundred eggs. The list goes on and on, none of it's pretty. Jack pulls his knees up to his chest, unable to think of the good times any longer. He puts his head on his knees and groans, he'll never get out of here, will he?

Time now enters the infamous no-passing zone only highschool students can comprehend. The cell becomes even darker, and Jack more and more depressed. He wouldn't feel half so bad if his staff was safely with him . . . But, if he had his staff he wouldn't be in this situation at all, would he? Pitch takes 'pity' on the Spirit and makes him fall into a deep sleep. It seems even his dreams are disturbed. During a snowball fight, someone throws a ball of ice at Bunny, which hits him in the eye. While ice skating, the ice cracks under the large Rabbit, and so on. Jack can't help, or save, his friend. Even in his dreams, it seems.

. . .

A growling Bunnymund surprises Pitch. He only asks where Jack is, holding a boomerang up to Pitch's throat for an incentive. The Shadow quickly gives up when Sandy and Tooth get into the picture a few seconds later. Bunny goes after Jack, Sandy stays behind to watch Pitch, and Tooth flies after the shepherd's crook. "Hey, Frostbite, ya okay?!" Bunny blasts through the cell's lock, worried about his friend. There, covered by a shadow, lies a shivering Jack Frost. The Pooka is at his side in seconds, shaking his shoulder roughly. "Wake up ya snowflake, it's all right. We're here. We're gonna get ya out."

Jack rolls over on his side, blinking. "B-Bunny what are you . . .?" Jack chokes, feeling a sting in his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"Wha? What for?"

"Everything. The egg dye, your tail, the time you caught that cold. . ." the Guardian of Fun can't trust his voice.

Bunny chuckles, ruffling Frosty's hair. "Water under the bridge. Ya've saved my tail a few times too, ya know. Not to mention defeating Pitch. Not even I can hold a grudge too long after that. Now let's get outta here. We can't sit around chatting all day without North getting worried." Jack looks up at Bunnymund sheepishly.

"Um, Pitch kinda . . . took my staff. I can't just leave here without it!"

"Hold yer horses, Tooth's found it by now, so c'mon!"

Jack heaves a sigh of relief, still soar from his staff being broken. The Spirit of Winter practically skips past a furious Pitch, stopping only to give him a toothy grin and myschevious wink. Even Aster has to smirk at the steam practically coming out of the Boogeyman's ears. Yep, mission accomplished.