Disclaimer: Well since I've already called it a "Disclaimer", shouldn't that mean I've, eh, dis-claimed it? Well for all you super particular people out there: Yo no own dis here thingy. AKA: Rise of the (awesomest) Guardians. :L

Anywho, enjoy this chapter. I'm not too happy about it's shortness, but I'll be adding another chapter tomorrow as compensation. After that... well we're going on a last-minute vacay(always seems to be the case with my fam, smh).

Who did this kangaroo think he was?

Jokul looked quizzically at the creature as it stood in the middle of his pond, yelling on and on about how the winter spirit ruined his holiday, 'how dare he?' and yadda, yadda, ya...

Honestly, one would think that Jokul was a mere sprite, a young thing that the rabbit was angry wi- come to think of it; Jokul knew sprites older than this... thing yelling at him. Not that the rabbit could see him, it obviously knew he was there, observing it, but not within its range of view.

For some reason, those favorites of the Moon had chosen forms. They had left their spirit forms to become solid, solid like ice. Jokul could not fathom why they would leave their forms behind, only after Spring appeared, gushing over how adorable the idea was, did he realize what it was for.

This was all part of the Moon's plan. Now not only did his special 'Guardians' have believers, but so did every spirit created for a human holiday. They were all seeable; whereas he, an aged and wise spirit, went ignored, not only by the humans -who were suddenly very important- but also by the spirits.

Sure, Jokul didn't care for Spring, Summer, Autumn, or any of the others that had ruined his life, but being ignored? And worse, they thought him a 'young, idiotic thing'.

WHAT?

Jokul could not fathom their reasoning. Because they rarely saw him, they thought him to be a 'new' spirit.

No seriously... WHAT?

And now, below him, one of those 'favored' spirits was scolding him for 'ruining' its holiday. Jokul never went around trying to anger other spirits. He wasn't scared of them, nor was he on good terms, he was just distant.

Why would this thing assume he wanted to ruin its holiday? He didn't care about its 'holiday'.

Whatever.

Jokul Frosti, just for the novelty of it, had taken on the form of a child; perhaps the children would see him then. Perhaps then the Moon might acknowledge him, in a good way.

His form was of a boy, around fifteen years of age, with a shock of white hair. He wore a blue hoodie and a pair of tattered leggings. To complete his appearance, he found an interestingly shaped stick and used it as a way to direct his power.

This should be interesting...

"Jack Frost? Why would Manny choose 'im? That bloody tot 'as 'is 'ead in the clouds. No way would 'e be responsible enough fer the job!"

"Oh ho, he's a fine lad! Maybe a bit naughty... But Manny knows what he's doing. Don't doubt him."

"Oh my, Jack Frost; he's got the prettiest teeth EVER! They're so pearly white and... ah. I can't wait to see them in reality!"

"Ferget 'im. What about tryin' ta catch 'im? That bloody burl won't just come with me. What d'ya propose we do? Throw 'im in a sack?"

"That exactly what we do, good idea Bunny!" Bunny found himself whacked on the back by the heavy-handed man.

I still can't get over the fact that this chapter is so unbelievingly short.

Oh, and yeah, guess I forgot to mention how the story hops around randomly. After this bit, it does tend to slow down and align with a normal time-frame. Though there are lots of flashbacks... meh; I;m sure y'all can deal.

Anyway, see y'all tomorrow.