Where Do We Go From Here||The Guardians Spark The Frost Age

Chapter Summary: Depressed- in a state of general unhappiness or despondency. Jack can't help being depressed. But Jack's depression soon morphs into something much, much more dangerous... Fury- violence; vehemence; fierceness.

Chapter Rating: K+ for minor cursing, T for the A/N. This was supposed to be Depression but it turned into something else.

[This is unrelated to any other arc.]


Disclaimer: I donut own RotG, 'kay?


"Just be happy already, would you?"

"Stop being all depressed."

"He's just looking for attention. Ignore him."

I can't help it! Jack wanted to rage. I don't like being this way! It's your fault I'm like this!

"Quit it with the gloomy act already, you ain't fooling nobody!"

"I'm not acting!" Melancholy, downhearted; down, dispirited.

"You know what? Enough with pretending to be so depressed! You're not! You're the bloody Guardian of Fun, you can't be anything but immature and annoying!"

"Bunny!"

"No, Tooth, the overgrown rodent is correct." Jack's voice was cold, masking his true emotions. Sad and gloomy; dejected; downcast. "I should stop pretending to be what I'm not. I should stop pretending I feel like I belong. I should stop smiling to make you feel better; you don't deserve it. I should stop acting so damn cheerful all the time." His voice didn't crack or hesitate once despite his inner turmoil. Low, heavy-hearted, morose; dismal, tearful.

"North, I am not your son. You can't give me curfew and try to make me eat more and you have absolutely no right whatsoever to punish me for doing what I was made to do!" Cold fury and raw emotion leaked into his voice. Unhappy; miserable. "Tooth, if you stick your fingers into my mouth one more time I will bite them off. You're unbelievably lucky I have no gag reflex. Sandy, I physically cannot sleep restfully every night the way I should, stop making me drowsy while I'm doing my job! Get control over your own sand!" They all shrank back in newfound fear of the Frost-Child, but Bunny received the brunt of his anger.

"And you," his voice dripped loathing. "No one died and made you Manny. You can't just strut around like you own everything, you can't say what you feel like saying without concern for anyone else. If you don't filter your thoughts before spewing them at me, I won't either. Time for a taste of your own medicine, you stupid mutated rat." He took a deep breath, twisting his dark internally-directed thoughts outward. It felt good to be angry at someone other than himself for once. Unrestrained or violent anger, rage, passion.

"Rabbits aren't native to Australia. Your accent makes you sound like a dumb hick. You're less intelligent than I was at my birth and you have no regard for anyone but yourself. You expect to be treated with respect when you treat everyone like dirt. Driving children to attempt suicide isn't very befitting of the supposed Guardian of Hope." Jack spat at Bunny as he advanced, ice slithering across the floor and cementing everyone in place faster than the eye could see, working it's way upwards. "You never know a person as well as you think you do, and you underestimate me every single time we fight! But I won't hold back anymore. I can't hold back anymore." His voice broke and the ice got thicker, his breaths bordering on sobs. "I'm sorry, but you are all going to die. I can't stop it anymore. I've opened the gates."

And the boy exploded with power, merely an empty vessel for the mighty force of nature he possessed minimal control over. The four Guardians froze solid, but the child-corpse kept spewing Winter, Ice and Snow and Frozen Winds blasting from his location out.

Animal froze, humans died, spirits were trapped for eternity, those who were close enough killed instantly. The lucky ones sensed it coming and retreated into a shelter of some sort underground or escaped to another realm. The entire globe was covered in miles of ice, the source of it constantly renewing the impossibly thick layers.

In a few billion years, his powers slowed and the ice receded, giving rise to a new civilization of living ice and previously inanimate objects that had weathered the endless winter. A few humans had been revived once the ice around them melted, but quickly perished due to lack of nutrients in the air and surroundings. The Age of Humans was over, and the Time of the Frost had passed, biding it's time until it's next chance.

And the Frost retreated back into its Host, content to slumber peacefully and wait, gathering the power once again bit by bit. The Frost was patient. This was the first time the Frost had an immortal Host, and it delighted in not having burned it out. It had grown to fit this boy perfectly in the time it had remained dormant, and it was reluctant to have to leave. So it stayed.

And there was no one left to remember it's previous Hosts, who hadn't survived long enough to release nearly as much Winter. The Frost had thoroughly worn itself out this time, to it's great pleasure. Father Winter had only been capable of a few blizzards. Jokul Frosti had faded before the Frost could expend much of its energy. Queen Elsa of Arendelle had found magic gloves that kept the Frost at bay until her death. Frosty the Snowman was a mistake.

Jack Frost had been the Frost's best choice yet! If it had a physical body and voice, it would have squealed with happiness. Jack Frost was an excellent vessel, dead and not needing fuel or nutrition of any sort so he could survive anything as well as being ridiculously emotional and unstable and incapable of denying the Frost very much for very long. It was just a matter of centuries before the Frost would reemerge, but it would watch over Jack from within and make sure nothing killed him before it got the opportunity to create another Frost Age.

Jack Frost was the Frost's new favorite toy, and the Frost wanted to play with him for as long as it could before a different one caught its attention.

Mother Nature nurtured Jack and the Frost back to health once the Age was over, changed but unharmed, knowing what was inside her son but not caring.

After all, the Earth will survive anything. The Earth will move on regardless.

Humans won't.


A/N:
[I got a review questioning my mental health (it greatly amused me), so let me just say I am not this fucked up in the head. I think a lot about death and extinction and pathetically morbid shit, but I am a perfectly normal person (well, except that I write and read and live and breathe fanfiction, is that considered 'normal'?). I am not suicidal nor do I wish this would happen, but I am dangerously curious, and I was half asleep writing this after reading "Quarantine: The Loners (book one)" which is fucking filled with death and blood and violence and shit so do not blame me for the disturbed thoughts I had after that.]
Whoa, morbid much? This was originally a Dictionary Drabble but it somehow got out of my control and wrote itself and holy mother of fuck this is fucking creepy. It started as Depression, morphed into Fury, then like wtf suddenly there's the whole "the Frost" bit at the end. I've been playing too much Plague Inc., this is like the Neurax Worm thing (which is actually ridiculously fun and totally worth the money, just buy it and start it in Russia or China, it's like $4 total for the Worm upgrade and app)
Lemme just say this loud and clear: THIS SCARES ME IT'S FUCKING CREEPY MAN I WISH I'D NEVER WROTE IT
And it is in no way shape or form related to any other thingy in this big book of thingys.
I actually love writing Jack finally getting fed up with Bunny and yelling at him, so any requests that deal with that are fun!
This took me maybe 45 minutes to write. Yay me!
O.O Please request something I have writers block for all the arcs and I want to break it so badly I'm begging you I'll write it whatever it is just request something.

CL, signing off! *mock salute*