Author's Note-Hey everyone. If you have read any of my other Hetalia works I am sure you have stumbled upon some of my OC's. The vast majority of these OC's are States and Territories, of which the Arctic ones have long been my favorite ones to write for. In today's post I will introduce you to two of these characters, baby Nunavut and the Northwest Territories. I hope that you will enjoy this story, if OCs are not your think, that is okay. Japan will be staring in the next post. Also a huge thanks to Coffeetailor for the review. Feedback is always really helpful.

Disclaimer-I do not own Hetalia, Rise or the Guardians, or any remote islands located in the High Arctic.

The Toddler In The Storm

There was something really odd going on with the Aurora Borealis and it was kind of freaking Jack out. Instead of being the normal ribbons of light that danced in a constant circle around the pole, they were vivid flames refusing to listen to North's commands. They were also singing, a deep almost electronic crackle that most of the world didn't appear to hear.

Being the curious, fairly reckless Winter Spirit that he was, Jack quickly determined that he needed to track down what had caused the Northern Lights to become so unresponsive so he chased the crackling to its source. He followed the sound to the Island of Meighen in the high Artic, to a place where the aurora nearly seemed to touch the rocks despite the winters gale that was threatening consume the island. Jack poked around for a few moments, but saw nothing that should be causing the Northern Lights strange behavior.

Then he heard the child's cry. Jack stopped in his tracks and peaked under the rocks. An almond faced toddler with dark hair and a white nightgown looking outfit looked back out at him. There was another yelp and Jack noticed the family of fluffy Artic foxes who had wrapped themselves around the toddler keeping the little one warm. Jack suspected that was the only reason the child had survived as long as he did.

"Hey little guy?" Jack said making a funny face and causing the child to laugh. "What are you doing here?" The Winter Spirit moved to pick up the child.

"Don't touch him?" The mysterious girl shouted as she ran passed him, scooped the giggling child in her arms and places herself between the toddler and the Winter Spirit. The sudden attention that she gave the toddler after apparently abandoning him made Jack sick.

"How could you do that to such a young child?" Jack asked venom in his voice.

"You misunderstand me." The woman's dark eyes flashed protectively. "I did not choose to place this toddler in the storm; this was the place that he was born."

"That is ridiculous, how could a child be born on an uninhabited island?"

"The people of the land do not choose where or when we are born. Nor is the process that leads to our birth really known." She spoke as though these words should end the argument once and for all.

"If you are not responsible for this boy, why are you here?" Jack spat back.

"The same reason you are." She replied simply, but continued when she saw the confusion painted across Jack face. "The Arsaniit called me here."

"Arsaniit?" Jack asked completely confused.

"The torches of our ancestors." She gazed up the cloud cover sky. "Many who are not from our lands call them the Northern Lights or the Aurora Borealis. The Song of the Arsaniitt summoned me to this place, and for some reason they called you here as well."

"Why?"

"I do not know, perhaps you are meant to be a guardian for this child." The woman spoke as she stroked the air of the child clinging to her chest. "It has happened a few times in the past, the ancestors have called on General Winter to protect the young of our kind. Perhaps the ancestors had decided that you would be a better chose for this particular child."

"But I am a Winter Spirit, a pretty weak one at that." Jack admitted.

"I do not think you are weak." She a finger under his chin and forced him to look into her eyes. At first he tried to look away, but then it was almost like he sunk into their warm brown depths. In those eyes he saw a creature far old them himself, one that was dangerous but also made him feel very safe. When she spoke again, the Winter Spirit was finally ready to really listen. "Jack Frost, shepherd of winter, you are stronger then you know. One day the world will need that strength. Until then do not lose faith in yourself."

"I will try…"

"That is all anyone can ask." She smiled and a part of the winter spirits heart melted. "I have a feeling we will meet again."

Then, before Jack could say another word, she walking out into the driving snow without a second glance the small toddler tucked against her breasts. Jack Frost tried to chase after her for a short while, but it soon became apparent that not even the North Wind could find her in such a gale. He returned to the shelter in the rocks and watched the snow fall until Mother Nature's violence was spent.

It wasn't until the storm had past that Jack Frost realized that he had no clue how the willowy woman in the parka had managed to arrive to a remote island in the high artic in the middle of an arctic hurricane in order to rescue a child in the middle of nowhere. After scoring the surrounding area for a week and a half he discovered the closest human beings lived were the 30 people living in a speck of a town over 200 miles away.

Throughout the years, Jack found himself searching for the woman with the chocolate eyes. Not every day, but whenever he found himself particularly lonely. He never found her. Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if the whole event had been a dream. But, whenever Jack Frost found himself doubting that night when he meant the young child and the strange woman in the middle of the Arctic Ocean actually existed, he would find himself returning to Meighen Island. There he would listen to the song passed through generation after generation of delicate artic foxes, a song which spoke of the worst storm ever to hit their home island and the Child of the Land who sheltered with them in their rocky dens.

The Winter Spirit would sit on the rocks above the little creatures and listen as they taught their children about how one of the Great Winter Spirits had come to their home and the North Wind howled at the threshold of the den until the Mother of the Land had come to fetch the Child of the Land. Their yips and yaps told the young that the Mother of the Land had brought the Child to a place farther south where the where winter's night was not as long, but sometime in the future when the Child of the Land would return to their island. Until that day the foxes would wait.

Somewhere along the line Jack Frost decided that he was going to wait as well. After all, he wanted to know what type of person the toddler he had found in the storm so many years ago had grown up to be. But most of all, he wanted to look into the chocolate eyes and have that beautiful woman tell him that his life was worthwhile.

End Note-Jack has a crush…Anyway, I love little Nunavut. If you would like to read more about him I would suggest pulling up the story collection 'Boy With The Ice Eyes and other Circumpolar Tales' or 'Five Planes' as he makes appearances in both. Also for you own information you actually can hear the aurora on occasion. It is pretty rare, but very real.

Next Chapter-The One Sent To Fetch The Chicken Dinner- Over time, the traditions surrounding holidays change. On the island of Japan, Jack and Yuki-onna enjoy celebrating a newly minted tradition.