Santa's workshop; a place of magic, elves, toys, wonder, and flying shoes…wait. North stomped around the balcony of his home and workplace, followed by two of his yetis and half a dozen elves, throwing various elvish shoes at the young man walking ahead of him. He was bellowing loudly and crumpling up papers the torn up pieces of a manila folder in his hands. He folded his arms and then yelled again as he threw them out in front of him. "You need to at least consider it!" He said, speeding up to reach out and grab the icy shoulder in front of him.

"I told you, I don't want to go to a stupid school with 'other magical children'. I'm not a child! I'm like four hundred years old." Jack Frost crossed his arms in a pout as he turned to larger older man, brushing his hand off of his blue jacket.

"Yes, you are, but you're in a seventeen year old body, and you're foolish, and you're naïve, and you're powers are not as mature as ours, and-,"

"Yeah, okay I get it, I get it." Jack twirled the staff in his hand and turned to rest his back against the wall. "But I'm not going to that school." North frowned and leaned down into Jack's face. "You're not intimidating me into going." North tilted his head and narrowed his eyes even more, then pressed a finger to Jack's chest. "It's not working." The old Russian lifted his upper lip and practically snarled at the younger white haired man. Jack slumped down a bit, trying his hardest not to cower under St. Nick but failing as the other guardian leaned over him. Frost rested his face in his palm and sighed. "Fine, I'll fill out the papers."

North brightened up instantly, putting his hands on his waist and patting the young boy on the back. "Good choice! You leave tonight!" Jack quirked his eyebrows and followed as the man headed towards his office. "Most of the other applicants will be there by morning. We can take the sleigh, but since I'm expecting it to take all day for us to fill out the papers and for you to get packed, I'm giving us till nightfall."

The young guardian tilted his head and looked up at the other man. "Us?"

"You need a parent/guardian to fill out consent forms. And since I'm a guardian to you in two different ways, well I find it only right that I fill them out."

Jack frowned. "You're really full of yourself aren't you?" North just laughed his deep throaty laugh and patted him on the shoulder again, stuffing the papers into Frost's hand, and slipping into office. The boy glared as the door closed and groaned. Jack found a quiet place on the balcony to perch himself on his staff, rest the papers on his leg, and fill each one out. The words on the pages were pretty much the usual stuff he imagined one would fill out if they went to a school in a country foreign to their own. He initialed about seven pages, signed fourteen, and left the three for North by sliding them under the door to his office.

Then it was time to mess with the elves and yetis. Obviously messing with the yetis would be ten times more fun, but because the last time he did that they all chased him down the mountain, he figured he ought to spread out his antics to all of North's employees.

Jack froze the floor by the yeti bathrooms and hid in the corner, watching and chuckling darkly as the big white and blue creatures walked by and fell with a loud boom to their backs. They'd scream out in their yetish language and slam their fist to the ground, then stalk off in search of Frost. After about ten angry yetis he got bored and literally slid his way (icing about 90% of the floor as he went) to the floor of the workshop.

His whistled as he stared up at the globe from below, winking at the small light up by Pennsylvania. It had been a while since the incident with Pitch, a couple of years actually, and Jack only really saw Jamie and his friends in the winter months. The young boy had grown up to spread the word of belief to the younger kids and even to the older ones. He was one of those people everyone seemed to trust. Sophie, from what he could tell, was doing pretty good too, helping Jamie in his mission to create more believers.

Frost was glad for his time he got to spend with Jamie and his friends, even if he had to be really careful not to get seen by anyone else (orders by North). The rest of the guardians would only sometimes come with him, Sandy mostly, but sometimes Tooth and even that Kangaroo would join him sometimes. North was always too busy to visit the human world but he'd do whatever he could to make up for it.

He sighed and rested against the wall by the globe, watching the large metal structure as it turned on its axis slowly. Things had been nice since Pitch was defeated, he'd been able to relax a lot more, have a lot more fun with the guardians, and practice with his magic a lot more often. He'd learned to control it, to channel it, and to enhance it. But there were times when he would try and just freeze one thing, and suddenly the room would be a giant ice cube. He had ruined more than enough furniture doing that.

But none of the other guardians actually reprimanded him. They always encouraged him to try his hardest, to make the best out a bad situation. Tooth was especially helpful, letting him review his memories whenever he wanted, and sending Baby Tooth every once in a while to help him train. After the years began to pass he grew stronger and stronger, but no matter what he did, what any of the guardians did, he'd always have some sort of issue when it came to unfreezing things.

Jack could get things to turn to ice, but he could never thaw them. His defense was that he shouldn't bother with thawing things out, that wasn't who he was, he was Jack Frost for god's sakes. But then being the philosophical man he was, North would sit him down and explain that even though he was strong, he needed to learn to be weak, and to undo his strength. He got the gist of that, but he could never understand why he needed to be weak. Jack figured that North's real reasons of why he needed to go to this school, but would never press on it in fear of being thrown across the room…

Deciding not to waste any more time, Jack ran back to the room North had set him up with, and slammed the door behind him. There was a large black suitcase resting on his bed, obviously placed there by one of the yetis, as it and the rest of his bed were mostly covered in dark gray and white hair. He flicked it open and pulled the drawer to his dresser open with the hook of his staff and lifted about five pairs of grey, blue, and black jeans, not bothering to keep them folded as they flopped into the case. He didn't bother to pack and shirts, as he planned on wearing his hoodie each day, and finished by packing his undergarments.

One of the yetis came to get his bags and slung it over their shoulders. He thanked them with a sarcastic smile and grabbed some stuff for the road before closing and locking his bedroom door behind him. As much as he didn't want to go to this stupid school for 'magical children', but deep down he knew that he needed it. Especially since North was pushing him towards it more than he had with anything else. So Jack Frost sucked up all of his pride, and walked to the shed where the sleigh was located, nodded to North, and jumped into the old wooden sled. This experience may not be as bad as he thought…