Wow, as a reviewer told me, I haven't updated this in two months. So sorry for that but I had a serious writers block for this but now I know where this is going. I promise that the next update won't be as long as the last. So more action will come in the next chapter so here are your cupcakes and I hope you enjoy!


North looked at Sandy, "You cleaned him up good Sandy. He just looks asleep" he said and Sandy nodded without any images displaying above his head.

"Please don't say that North I will think he is" Tooth said, holding up a hand.

"Sorry" North mumbled.

"Can we see him?" Bunny asked, trying not to sound too eager as it didn't really sound right. North nodded and gestured towards the door.

"He is by the Guardians seal by the Globe" North said and everyone silently walked out with Bunny leading and North behind as he closed the door after them. The yetis and elves had also stopped working and were making their way towards the place where Jack was resting. Bunny was of course, the first to reach the ice coffin and more tears spilled as he saw their youngest Guardian in a coffin before him.

North was right. Jack eyes were closed lightly as if he was asleep. His staff was placed right beside him and one hand was closed around it but it had lost its pretty frost colour. If it had no one to weld it, then no power was seen pulsing from it. He was lying on soft skins, probably from wolves, that were grey and white. His hoodie and pant were now clean and the blue fabric was now stitched back together as if it hadn't been torn in the first place but there was one difference.

No frost was around the collar or chest of his hoodie. It had melted as had any other trace of frost on his body. The patterns that North had carved on the coffin were either snowflakes or Jack and the other Guardians, pretending to have a snowball fight, along with some children from Burgess.

Along with the candles dotted around, the flickering orange flame made the coffin glow with an ominous aura radiating from it. The glass lid of the coffin was resting beside it ready. As North and the other surrounded the coffin, he nodded to two of the yetis nearby in the circle that they had all formed. The yetis mumbled something as they came forward and lifted the case onto the coffin lid.

On the lid, North had carved:

Here lies Jack Frost, the Guardian of Fun,

A true Guardian from the very beginning,

A beloved family member and will be dearly missed.

Tooth started to cry again as the yetis sealed the coffin and she saw the message on the lid. It made the others cry too. North had wished that in all his years as a Guardian after the last battle with Pitch that he would never see a Guardian fall like Sandy had and have to go through this again. He had been so happy when Sandy had returned as were the others. Now it had repeated itself again.

He found that Death was a curse for everyone who had a soul and wished that he could prevent it but he knew that was one thing that was impossible. Sandy held out his hand again to Bunny and the Big Four all held their hands and let their tears fall. Some of the yetis were even shedding a few tears as some had known Jack and had grown to like him.

Jack had helped them a couple of time before, like when they had broken a few of North's ice sculptures without him knowing and he had fixed them with just a flick of his staff. He had even helped them make a few Christmas toys with new designs and for this, he hadn't taken any credit, he had given it all to the yetis and for this, North had given them all a day off for the first time in years!

But Jack was their friend, more than just some helper like any of them. They would miss him. The elves in fact, had been very sad when they heard the news. Jack had gotten them out of a few scrapes before when they hadn't gotten North his cookies or when they had broken something. Jack was always there to help and they saw him as a good friend. They would miss him too.

Everyone bowed their heads and the elves made low chimes with their pointy heads and their silver bells hanging off them. The room was filled with morn and death seemed to still hang around in the air like a disease that was incurable. It was a sick feeling to have.

The silence remained for a few more minutes until a sickening laughter that was silky and sadist, echoed around the room. Everyone turned around to where the sound was coming and found that it was coming from someone that was standing on top of the globe.

"Am I too late for the little funeral?" Pitch asked sneering and as soon as he said those eight little words, all hell broke loose.


Bit of a cliffy there as I love doing so I would like ten reviews for more chapters and cupcakes :D I think you will be happy about the next chapter but no spoilers! Bye for now!

~Star