A/N: Please fave and review, it helps motivate me to write and to know that my story is good enough to even pick up! Can I Please Come Down, is a song that I like alot for Jamie's sense of loss right now.

Jamie trembled, as he continued to cling to Bunny's boomerang. He tensed, trying to keep up his haughty glare towards Pitch. Pitch withdrew suddenly and Jamie was dropped to the floor with a thud, the boomerang clattering from his hands as he curled on on the ground, wincing from how forcibly Pitch had smacked him down with his shadows. "Wouldn't it be...just...drastic if I were to tell you that you will grow up, Jamie Boy..." Pitch cackled. Jamie glared at him, struggling to his feet.

"I am an adult!" he yelled.

"Oh yes, but you don't realize, do you? NO, I wouldn't think so Mr. C average," Pitch tutted. "You don't even realize just what ...a stubborn soul you are."

"I know I'm plenty stubborn!" Jamie retorted, and he lunged for the boomerang but Pitch picked it up with his shadows, and merely quirked a brow at the boy. "...I...I believe in you...but I'm not scared of you!"

Pitch shrugged, tossing the boomerang at Jamie's feet with a dark chuckle. "Oh but you should...you should be..." and Pitch raised his hands over his head, with a dark chuckle. "I will get the moonstone...and I will use it...to destroy the Man in the Moon...and then...I'll be back...for you... Jamie Bennett... the boy...who thwarted me 10 years ago on my brink of victory!" Pitch hissed and the shadows swirled around him. "You not only defeated me...but you made Jack Frost real and now you and your petty friends will pass on the tale and children will grow in the belief of him while their belief in me will only wane!"

Bunnymund and The Tooth Fairy gasped as Santa slowly got up, as though in a daze. "Master..." Santa drawled.

"Come to me...my pet," Pitch cackled.

"Oi, Crikey! North!" Bunnymund's eyes widened. "...We won't let you take Santa Claus!"

"Oh...but it's not for you to decide...is it?" Pitch waved his hand and the shadows surrounded Santa, and Bunny and Tooth tried very hard to fight against the shadows, but they suddenly felt a sense of despair and hopelessness in their pits of their hearts. What was this negativity? It was worse than feeling cold. It was a sense of complete...emptiness... Jamie cried out.

"No! Easter! Tooth!" but the two had already passed out. Pitch cackled, bringing Santa to him. "Well m'boy...let's see if you can save Christmas...heck, let's see if you can save any Holiday..." with a cackle, Pitch engulfed himself into smoke and disappeared. The lights cracked and fizzled, but only half came back on. The lights closest to Jamie and the unconscious remaining two guardians remained broken, leaving them without light. Jamie stood rooted to the spot for a moment. He looked to Bunny's boomerang in his hand, and to the unconscious guardians. "I knew you were real..." his voice wavered, and he fell to his knees, near them. "Please...wake up...you have to...you have to..." and Jamie shook them gently, but they did not wake. Jamie buried his face in his arms. What was he going to do? "Jack...where are you...The Guardians need you...I need you..." Jamie's voice wavered. He lowered his head. Suddenly there was a rumbling. Jamie lifted his head, and his eyes widened. The center of the floor opened up, revealing a stone, that glowed brilliantly. Jamie was confused. Moon stones work...with the moon, right? " Man in the Moon?" Jamie whispered, and the stone suddenly glowed very brightly, despite the sun outside peeking through the dome roof. The roof closed of it's own accord and Jamie was blinded by the bright light of the moon stone in the dimmed lighting of the room. He cautiously crept towards it. "Who ...are you..."

The Stone responded with a soft voice, that sounded like a man's. "The Question is...who are YOU..."

Jamie's eyes widened. The stone had talked to him.

Back in Arendelle, Jack was currently avoiding dancing at any chance he got. Not because he couldn't but just because he had two left feet, and girls were seriously casting him this alluring looks -the single ones- and unfortunately some of the...otherwise engaged ones as well. He wondered if it was because of his charming snowy white smile. Apparently the Tooth Fairy wasn't his only admirer of fine dental care.

"We meet once again, Jack," a familiar voice said with a sweet chuckle behind him. Jack swirled, lost in his musings and his breath nearly froze. Elsa was wearing an elegant green and blue gown, with snowflakes stitched in blue and white fringes flowing around the edges, and her hair was down, a slowflake clip nestled near her wildly loose flowing -and might I add, slightly defying gravity- bangs revealing her beautiful face. Jack's heart started to pound. She really was breathtaking. He kicked himself for picking that moment to put his hand into the punch bowl. "Jack, your arm..." Elsa said, containing a giggle. Jack looked to his hand and instantly yanked his hand out of the bowl. Unfortunately, the force of backing up at the same time, caused the bowl to go skidding off the table and clatter to the floor but Elsa gasped, and with her hand wave, the red liquid became frozen mid slosh on the floor. Jack's eyes widened. So it was true. Someone else...really...had powers like him. What was this...feeling inside? Jack, get a hold of yourself, he chastised himself, just because she has ice powers too doesn't suddenly make you two perfect for each other, that's...that's a stupid reason to like someone.

He shook his head, and gazed back at her. Elsa straightened up from her ice-casting pose and she brushed a spare hair behind her left ear, nervously. "I-I'm sorry...outsiders are still a bit...unused to my abilities," she said hesitantly. Jack shook his head.

"Not at all...I ...I thought it was..." I thought you looked beautiful. Real smooth Jack. He furrowed his brow, trying to distract himself from her beauty. He was a guy, she was a girl, of course he'd think she was pretty and gorgoeous and... act like yourself, Jack! He cracked a grin, shaking off this wierd suffocating feeling of nervousness that engulfed him. Being human was very difficult. Jack couldn't remember ever having to deal with cold feet, well...figuratively. "I thought it was pretty rad how you did that." He felt nervous but he decided to go for it, after all...she was opening up to him, at least, it felt like she was treating him like family. He didn't understand why since she'd only just met him, but he felt since he was sort of a party crasher, he at least owed her a dance. He surprised her and everyone in the room by bowing and extending a hand to her. "May I have this dance?" He lowered his head, though he peeked a glance at Elsa. In the corner of the room, Anna squealed and hugged Kristoff, animatedly pointing to Jack and Elsa and shooing her sister into saying yes, quite comically. Elsa looked at Jack and she looked at how his messy hair looked lively, and how Jack himself looked lively. She chuckled.

"Very well, Jack of? " She quirked a brow at him.

Jack grinned. "Jack of Burgess..."

"Jack of Burgess...I've never heard of Burgess...however...it is a pleasure to meet you!" She curtsied and her eyes shone with a playful light that Jack found more captivating than the gaze of any other woman in the room. She took his hand and he led her to the dance floor, trying to tell himself that he remembered the fox trot. However, he had never been a very graceful dancer and he was kicking himself mentally until he felt her tentatively put her hands around his neck, and he in turn, instinctively moved to put his hand on her shoulder and waist, though he blushed, quickly taking his hand away from that delicate waist. He was surprised when she took his hand and placed it back on her waist, her own hand gently pressing on top of his own. "Don't be timid...I promise you're not the only one with cold feet," she joked.

Jack had to crack a smile. Oh the irony. "Er...so...as I said...what you did...I thought it was ...well, rad!" he cracked a grin, hoping to shake himself of this wierd mixture of emotions. It was really annoying.

"...Rad? What is rad?" Queen Elsa asked, smiling at him, and he read the relief on her features. God, how many times would his human heart be singing the word, beautiful? It was annoying and Jack wanted to stamp out this fuzzy feeling in his gut. Oh man, he was NOT falling for this game of the Moon's so easily. He refused to play by the rules. He didn't want to tell her he needed her just so he could keep his status of being a Guardian. But. It was nearing Christmas and not having Jack Frost around, Jack's heart sank. Did the Man in the Moon think it was ok to stick Jack in this strange world, with this strange attractive- ok, decent looking- ok not decent, very pretty- oh sheesh, stop Jack! He scolded himself, kicking himself mentally. She's pretty, just like every other girl and woman. She's not special.

She's NOT special.

"Radical... a term I uh...came up with..." Jack fibbed, realizing that this woman, no matter how pretty, was of another world from his own. He heard some people clapping suddenly. Looking away from Elsa's face he saw how the younger children invited to this party, were gasping with amazement and touching the iced punch. So that explained who the punch was for. They squealed and gathered around Elsa. Elsa laughed, and looked to Jack apologetic as the little kids yammered at her to show them some magic and wishing her a happy birthday. The music played was wonderful and people were greeting her, Dukes, and Dutchesses and lord knows who else. They all wished her a Happy Birthday. Jack blinked.

Oh that's right.

It was Queen Elsa's birthday. How stupid of him to forget. Jack excused himself from the room. He figured he should get her present. However, he felt an energetic woman tug his arm. "You look available...to dance I mean," she giggled, winking at him flirtatiously. She had long black hair, tied into a bun, and she looked to be around Elsa's age, with pretty red lips and long lashes, and a dress that was rather purple with puffy sleeves and dainty slippers to match. Jack tried to escuse himself politely.

"What, oh no, I don't-" he yelped as he was yanked onto the dance floor by the woman.

"My name is Tenisha ...Tenisha Harrison," she winked at him, "However...you can call me Terry, all my friends do," and she giggled. Jack cast a glance over her shoulder to see Elsa give him a small smile of apology as she moved away to talk to her sister Anna, who appeared just then, excitedly hugging her sister, Kristoff, Sven and Olaf in tow. Jack was yanked away from them and his heart felt funny. The moment he'd had to talk to Elsa, and he meant, really talk to her, had been so brief. What was this strangeness. He didn't like it. Recoiling from the feeling in his heart, he yanked himself free of Tenisha's grip.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I don't want to dance," Jack said, and he winced at how cold he sounded. Tenisha froze, and her animated lit up features looked sad. She started to tear up. Jack heard whispers amongst the other guests. Olaf tapped Anna and whispered to her, pointing to Jack's hair. Jack realized from the reflection in Tenisha's wide eyes, that the tips of his hair...was going white again. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Jack wanted to turn invisible more than ever. He didn't want others knowing his secret. He was afraid.

But he didn't even know truly why.

"You...you don't like my company...am I that annoying?" she sniffled, and Jack realized that he was attracting stares. He shook his head and kept his head lowered, willing his hair to stop starting to go white. No one else seemed to notice this change, and not even Tenisha and this perplexed Jack. He could see the change in her eyes, so why wasn't she saying anything. The panic was rising in his throat. He had to say something. She wasn't annoying. That wasn't what he meant. Elsa was also looking at him along with her sister. Jack felt nervous all of a sudden. For the first time, he wished he was invisible. He truly wanted to disappear.

"No, no, I'm just...I'm just tired..." Jack tried to explain. He was aware of the stares he was getting. He heard a clop of hooves and a gentle voice nuzzled Tenisha's hand.

" Jack is a good guy, he don't mean any harm," Rudolph helpfully in-putted. Tenisha's eyes widened. "Don't be alarmed...I'm a friend of Queen Elsa," Rudolph bowed his head to Tenisha. Tenisha giggled and Jack breathed with relief. Rudolph pulled him out of yet another tough spot. He patted Rudolph's snout. In Rudolph's eyes, he was relieved to see himself turn back to a normal brown hair color. Rudolph blinked at him. "Jack? You ok? You spacing out?"

Jack blinked, having not realized he'd been staring intensely at his reflection in Rudolph's own dark reddish brown eyes. He pulled back, letting out a small nervous chuckle. He took a deep breath, and figured since no one else commented on his hair color change, he wouldn't either. It had only been slight, but Jack suddenly felt more hyper-aware...and he would rather not have others have noticed the change if he could help it. Was it possible that he was the only one seeing the change...maybe he was just ...imagining it from stress? Jack felt confused inside but he knew he had to get it together or else he knew it'd be a tough thing to explain why he was acting so odd. He turned to Tenisha. "I'm sorry I can't dance with you," Jack calmed down, sounding genuinely apologetic. Tenisha wiped her eyes.

"It's quite alright, we all have those days, dear me, I must be making a spectacle of myself," she tittered. Rudolph nuzzled Jack's hand.

"Jack's a really good guy," Rudolph said warmly, "he helped me find confidence to talk to people!"

Anna walked over just then. "If you want, why don't you dance with Olaf?" she pointed to the little snow-man who clapped his hands eagerly. Tenisha giggled.

"I'm afraid I'll have to pass...I decided I'll go ask someone else," Tenisha curtsied and walked away. The people went back to talking amongst themselves. However, Jack still felt uncomfortable. He wanted a moment to clear his head. He felt Anna nudge his arm.

"Pssst, we're getting close to presents," Anna whispered in Jack's ear.

Jack's eyes widened. Oh right. He had to get Anna's gift for her from him. He excused himself and Rudolph followed him back to his bed chamber. The further Jack got from the party though, the less tense he became. He actually dreaded returning. He knew it was selfish of him, but he didn't want all those eyes on him. He rummaged in a drawer and pulled out the gift. He didn't actually know what it was. He opened it up, and his eyes fell upon a pretty blue necklace with a silver snowflake in the center. It was pretty but Jack almost wished he could have at least used his powers to give this nice woman a gift from him. He sighed, sitting on the bed. Rudolph blinked.

Rudolph blinked again.

"Um, Jack..." Rudolph started. Jack looked up.

"What is it?" he asked curiously. Rudolph was staring at Jack. Jack blinked.

"...Your...your hair...it's going white..." Rudolph's eyes widened. Jack's eyes widened. He dashed to the closest mirror and gasped. Even though his eyes remained brown, his hair was indeed turning snowy white. He dashed over to the window, and saw the moon, glowing brightly. He looked back to the snowflake. What did this mean? Was his desire to give Elsa a present from him, Jack Frost, the reason why the moon decided to change him partially back? He looked to the moon.

"Tell me...what is that you really want me to do..." Jack gazed at the moon. "You know my magic comes from the staff...I can't do anything without it!"

The moon remained radiant as ever. Jack squinted, gasping as he saw the necklace float in front of him. He reached out to touch the snowflake, and gasped, his eyes widening, as true ice,beatiful ice, as though chiseled by hand, replaced the metal with true unmelting magical ice snowflake. The necklace glittered with a new light and the necklace floated into Jack's palms. Jack looked back up at the moon but the bright moonlight dimmed a little and Rudolph's nose glowed bright red.

"What just happened? Your hair is brown again!" Rudolph tittered.

Jack looked questioningly to the moon and back at the necklace in his hands. "I ...don't quite know myself...however...I plan to find out..." Jack stepped out of the moonlight and walked back over to the dresser, placing the necklace back into the case and tying on the ribbon.

"That was...so...strange...who are you?" Rudolph asked eagerly.

"I told you already, I'm Jack Frost..." Jack said, patting Rudolph on the snout.

"Yes, but Jack Frost who?" The reindeer pranced around Jack eagerly.

"...That...is a wonderful question..." a dark voice cackled, and Jack whirled, his eyes widening, as shadows smoked out from under his bed. His eyes widened. Dark laughter filled the room, and resonated within the core of Jack's body. That laugh, he hadn't heard it in 10 years but it was unmistakably the one and only Pitch Black. Jack tensed, diving for his remains of his staff but Pitch beat him to it, and grabbed the sack with ease. He tutted at Jack, and swirling in a dark cloud, he blocked Jack's escape in the doorway, the door slamming shut and locking itself. Turning to a tense Jack and a terrified Rudolph, who's light was a bright red, Pitch snapped his fingers, and chuckled at the horror as Rudolph's light went out. Rudolph squealed in terror.

"My light! What have you done to my light!" he pranced shaking in the dim moonlight of the window.

"It seems...that I don't know who you are...however...I thought how much fun it'd be...to make use of the Man in the Moon's whole..."faith" farce...so I've simply taken your fear...of not being believed in...and made you unseeable..." Pitch cackled. "Oh aren't such a nice little bundle of darkness? I love this life lesson the most...especially when it fails..."

Jack tensed, and yelled at Pitch, brandishing his fists angrily. "Pitch! You don't have that kind of power! Rudolph and I believe in ourselves!"

Pitch chortled. "Believe? Believe? Jack, my dear boy, all I've heard you speak of was self-doubt, and wanting to run away..." Pitch chuckled, floating right up to nose to nose with Jack. Jack backed up a little and Rudolph tried to hide behind the desk. Jack glared right back into Pitch's gaze.

"How did you even get here!" Jack snarled, swinging a punch at Pitch. Pitch dodged easily and Jack's eyes widened. Pitch was holding Santa's snow globe. Jack's heart pounded in his ears.

"Oh you know...a little pillaging here...there..." Pitch hummed.

"Wh-what have you done with North! With the other Guardians!" Jack tensed.

"Hmmm, so noble...always putting others before yourself...well Jack...I think it's your turn to worry...for yourself..." Pitch wielded a giant scythe made from shadows but Jack's eyes widened. It glinted. It was a scythe made of real metal?! Exactly how strong was Pitch? Jack dodged as Pitch swung with a dark cackle. "It's almost intriguing...your uncanny resemblance..."

"Uncanny Resemblance? What are you spewing about now?!" Jack dodged and he rolled behind Pitch, grabbing a chair and Pitch swung splintering the wood. Jack tossed aside the remains of the chair and lunged for the door.

"Oh nothing, nothing...I suppose Jamie and you are different after all...he's him and you're ...well...you..." Pitch mused. Jack was confused. What the hell was Pitch getting at? He growled, and pocketing the necklace safely in his back pocket of his black pants, he lunged once more for his staff but the bag was hoisted out of his reach effortlessly. Jack growled. "Having you be human...is so amusing...Jack Bennett..." Pitch cackled. The drapes fell over the windows, and Jack was pitched into a dark room without even the Moonlight to comfort him. Jack's mouth went dry. He'd never wondered about his human last name...but...how would PITCH know, of all people? Was Pitch playing with him? Or...did Pitch know something. Jack narrowed his eyes. No! This was what Pitch wanted! To distract him! Jack wouldn't be tricked! Not again!

He heard a squeal though and looked to see Rudolph getting entrapped by the shadows. "Rudolph!" Jack cried out in horror. Pitch smirked.

"I have your staff and your new...ah...strange donkey friend..." Pitch chuckled mirthlessly. "What do you have?"