Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians! I only own my poems, the idea, and my OCs. Warning, very bad poetry on my part.
Jack Frost
Pale skin is as cold as snow. White hair untamed as the wind that blows through it. Blue eyes as sharp as an ice crystal. He is the winter child, Mother Nature's youngest.
He brings winter, mischief, and fun wherever he goes. Responsible for the ice on the windows and roads, Jack tends to be a nuisance to those who don't understand him.
Like the Easter Bunny, Bunnymund, who still holds a grudge against him from 1968. Or North aka Santa Claus, who gets aggravated when he slips on a patch of ice on his yearly rounds.
Despite these setbacks, however, that doesn't stop the obvious; Jack is one of them now. A Guardian of Childhood.