Hello people! ' back and with a new chapter of Snow White Angel. So sit back and enjoy the show! Disclaimer: I don't own Rise Of The Guardians.

What's In A Name

The silence was so loud after she left. Jack remained immobile on the carpet feeling numb. Stupid, stupid, STUPID! Why had he done that?! Okay, so he lost his temper a little. But could you blame him? Well...okay, maybe his freak-out was a little overly dramatic. But that only meant he cared about her! So what if they had just met yesterday? He considered her his friend and of course he wanted to help his friend, and he wanted only to protect her and make sure she didn't get hurt but she had been hurt before he was just worried that she might get hurt again and all he was trying to do was be a good friend because that's what friends do when they care-WHACK! Jack cried out in pain as he was brought out from his mental hysterics via a boomerang to the back of his head. He stumbled forward, clutching the offended part of anatomy hissing in pain. He shot a glare at Bunnymund, which then withered in the face of the pooka's own stern stare. His body was straight and his arms were crossed, tapping the boomerang against one furry arm.

" Way ta go, yeh blitheri'n idiot! Did yah accomplish what ya wanted to?"

" I didn't mean for that to happen!" He shouted defensively. " I was just pointing out that what she did wasn't smart!" Aster's paws fisted hard at Jack's words.

" Oh, so it wasn't enough to hurt 'er feelin's, now yer callin' her stupid?!" What the-oh for the love of The Man In The Moon why did Bunnymund always have to take things to the furthest degree? He had a bad habit of doing that: Any spats between them be it big or small, if Jack said something Bunny didn't like then he just had to twist it 180 degrees around from what he actually meant. He had SAID what she DID wasn't smart. That didn't mean that he THOUGHT she was stupid.

" NO! I WAS JUST-"

" ENOUGH!" North's deep voice boomed over the two effectively rendering them both silent. " This is about Snow White. Not us." North stood up from his throne like chair and walked over to Jack. His imposing figure towered over the teen making him feel small. The hard stare and grim lines in the older guardian's mouth made him feel the fear of a child facing a parent after they've done something wrong. " Jack, you never raise you voice in anger to a lady." North said, his voice holding no room for argument. That didn't mean Jack wasn't going to try. He gripped his staff nervously as he prepared to make his case.

" But I-"

" NEVER!" Well, so much for that. Toothiana fluttered over to North and put one dainty hand on his arm.

" Nicholas, please don't shout. What if Snow can hear you? And besides Jack already feels bad enough." North looked at the fairy, then back down to his young charge. Jack's head was slightly bowed as he held on to his staff, as if it were the only thing holding him up. His knuckles were white and his body was tense all over. But it was his eyes dulled with sadness and shame that struck him most. Tooth was right. Jack had taken enough chastising. He obviously regretted what he did. And despite technically being over three hundred years old Jack Frost was still a teenager. So young in mind and spirit. Their emotions were so unrestrained at that time. Like waves in a violent storm. Ever churning and ever changing. He had no right to speak to Snow White in the manner that he had. But he had also responded the way most teenagers did when their emotions were not in check. They often use their emotions to govern their actions, more than their minds. He was not so old that he didn't remember being that young once. With a weary sigh Nicholas St. North clapped a heavy hand on Jack's shoulder and the boy looked up at him warily.

" Jack...you did wrong by her, da? I think it best of you to go apologize." He nodded once then without a backward glance to any of them he floated upward then glided down the levels of the workshop to the living quarters where he landed quietly. He shoved a hand in a pocket of his hoodie to slowly mosey down the long hallway. A sound breaking through the silence made him look up from the floor. It was coming from their room. He carefully tried the doorknob. Locked. As if he could have expected less. He called on his magic and holding his palm on the keyhole of the door the ice flowed in to the opening and filled the appropriate triggers until Jack was holding a key of ice in his hand. He turned the key and slowly opened the door. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing out her long locks. And she was singing. Even more surprising still...who knew she had such a good singing voice? He simply stood there with the door barely parted as he listened to her song.

" I walk in shadows, searching for light

cold and alone no comfort in sight.

Hoping and praying for someone to care,

always moving and going nowhere.

What becomes of the brokenhearted?

Who had love that's now departed.

I know I've got to find

some kind of peace of mind.

Help me, please..." Her voice trailed off then. Was that the end of the song or did she simply get tired of singing? It was a song he had heard before. But god it had been years since he'd last heard it. Well, it was now or never. He lightly tapped his knuckles to the door letting her know he was there.

" Snow..?" She looked at him then, her eyes holding hurt and calm all at once. " Can I come in?" She shrugged giving no verbal reply. Jack eased his way in to the room then shut the door behind him. He didn't want to look at her. He didn't want to see that hurt that he had put there. But he knew if he didn't then it would only get worse if North ever heard he hadn't given her the decency of looking her in the eyes. So he fixed his blue to her deep brown. " I'm sorry. About...what I said. I shouldn't have even said it in the first place. Or yelled at you." She watched him, the weight of her gaze like bricks on his chest.

" Then why did you?" There was no real anger in her voice. Only a simple need to know. Jack sighed heavily and sat down on the bed beside her. He was allowed to do that, right?

" I dunno I just...freaked out. It's bad enough that you died. I guess the fact that you were alone...got to me." He looked away from her to stare at the carpet. " I was angry. I'm still angry. But not really at you. I mean, if I have to dig deep then I guess I'll say that I was really yelling at whoever did this to you. And I'm mad that they even had the chance." He looked back up at her momentarily surprised that he had sat so close to her without knowing. His shoulder was just barely brushing hers. She nodded at him in understanding. She felt like he had said all he was going to for the moment so now it was her turn.

" I get it. I do. And I can't say you're wrong. It's true that no one should walk alone at night. I know at the time I wasn't even thinking about it I was so upset that night. But now, looking back, you're right. What I did was dumb. I feel so stupid now for even doing it." She laughed lightly as she spoke to him. But the sadness around her was more strongly felt. Jack hesitantly took her hand, and he was relieved when she gently squeezed back.

" You're not stupid, Snow. I didn't mean to make you feel like you were." He said honestly. She gave him a small smile and nodded. " Sooo, are we good?" Now it was Snow's turn to sigh a heavy sigh. She let her smile grow just a little more for him. She couldn't stay mad at him. It was just a fact. And that he apologized to her meant much to her.

" Yeah, we're good." Without words they moved toward each other and closed the distance. She wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her face in his shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut as she fought back tears of relief. Fighting with him had been awful. She hoped they wouldn't do it again any time soon. Jack had held her around her shoulders protectively, stroking her soft hair with his cool fingers. He silently vowed to make it up to her somehow. A bump against the wall broke the two apart and as they stood their eyes shot to the door. Jack groaned as Snow laughed at the sight. It was seriously like something out of a comedy. Tooth, Sandy, Bunny and North-in that order were watching them from the door. They had opened it just enough to peek in, their heads piled on top of each other as they eavesdropped on the conversation. Just how much had they heard?

" Oh, come on guys!" Unable to contain herself Tooth burst in to the room and hugged Jack around the neck tightly.

" Oh Sweetheart I'm so proud of you!" She squealed. Behind her multiple golden fireworks burst around the group, courtesy of Sandy. He pat her on the back awkwardly as the rest of the guardians filed in to the room. Tooth let him go and North stepped in wearing a smile that said he had no shame concerning his action.

" I receive a letter for you, so we drop by to deliver." Jack stared at them all blandly.

" It only takes one to deliver a letter." Aster waved this away and hopped to his side as Tooth fluttered back.

" Ah, who cares? The point is, ya did good Frostbite. An' we're proud a ya." He lightly punched Jack in the shoulder as Snow walked over to Nicholas.

" So, where's the letter?"

" Ah!" North reached in to his coat and pulled out a simple white envelope, and held it out to them. Unknown to most of the world, if a child simply addresses the letter for Santa to the North Pole, then it was instantly transferred to the workshop. North rarely ever missed a letter. On the front in red marker it read: JACK FROST, NORTH POLE. The bold letters shouting at him in child's writing was all the identification he needed. He could tell by the sharp, blocky letters it was from Jamie. Jack tore open the envelope and read the letter aloud. Hey, they all might as well be on the same page.

" Dear Jack and Snow White,

as soon as you get this letter please come to the pond. You know the one. I think I've caught a break in our missing person case. I remembered something important and there's something Snow White needs so see. Please respond ASAP.

Jamie"

Jack lowered the letter and se it down on the table by the bed. " Well, you heard the man. Looks like Jamie's found a clue." Tooth clapped excitedly from where she hovered as Sandy gave them both a thumbs-up. Aster looked around the room as if everyone had gone mad.

" Well what are ya waiti'n for?! Go!"

He sat down on the comfortable leather chair and relaxed. Work was long today. The hours had simply dragged on to spite him, he figured. Like magnets his eyes were drawn to the glass case which housed all of his treasures. He fixed his gaze on the watch as he wondered about the time. No use looking there, really. That thing had ceased to function some time ago. It was a small gold watch, the rim encrusted with genuine diamonds and the band was gold, thin and simple. It was an antique. He remembered that. It had belonged to a woman named Felicia Jones. She had been a platinum blonde beauty with eyes as blue as the summer sky. She had been his neighbor oh...when was it? Four years ago was it? He had been living in an apartment building then. She lived two floors down, but everyday as they went to their respective jobs they always rode the elevator down together. Polite conversation here, light chit-chat there and as every day passed he found himself wanting her more and more.

But this target was so dangerous. She was the daughter of a local judge, and being the social butterfly she was pretty much everyone in town knew her name. Rarely was she not seen at a charity benefit or doing volunteer work around the town. To go after her would most assuredly be suicide...unless he did the job right. She was interested in him. He could tell that. From the way she smiled at him to how close she always stood to him on their morning elevator rides together. Her flirty laugh and pretty face said it all. But he had to be careful. He had learned from Tess that he couldn't be directly involved with his victims. Although his story about being attacked had been believed, the police had looked at him. If only for a second. No. No one could be that close ever again. So he kept it casual.

For weeks he never let her get too close, but he didn't let her stray too far either. He flashed her charming smiles, light compliments, and kissed the back of her hand once or twice in a ' I'm teasing you but I'm not really teasing' way. Then opportunity struck like lightning when one evening she had invited him to dinner at her place. He accepted as any gentleman should. One hour later he arrived dressed for a date. So had she. A silk red dress hugged her body stopping at mid-thigh. Her hair had been puled back in to a ponytail and curled for the occasion. He gave her a red rose. The start of the evening had gone much like he had expected it to. Light conversation, a compliment here, a good comment about the food there. She really was a good cook. The steak she had prepared cut like butter and the steamed vegetables lightly seasoned mad the perfect companion dish. Then when dinner was over he initiated the next act. He kissed her pink lips glossed with strawberry, perhaps. She had accepted his intimate invasion so willingly.

As he kissed her he pulled from the sleeve of his shirt a syringe. Of novocaine. He injected it in to her back and she had cried out in pain as he stabbed the needle in to her. Too late to realize just like the others. The dose was enough to numb her upper body. But she would be able to feel him. He lowered her to the couch and then began tearing at her dress. She didn't simply lie there and take it. No, she still had use of her legs. And she did use them. Kicking him wherever she could. In the arm, near the groin or just away. After several minutes of this he lost his patience with her and puling out the next needle he stabbed her leg with 800mg of morphine. It didn't take her long to die after that. Her legs slowly ceased to lash out and her heaving chest stilled as her eyes glazed over in death's wake. Perfect. Now what was he supposed to do? But...technically it takes roughly two hours for decay to set in. The body shuts down in pieces. So maybe...

He had to. He couldn't let this death go without it's intended purpose. So he removed his clothes-and hers. He kissed her breasts, using his fingers to massage her entrance. Her body reacted the same way it would have if she were alive. Her nipples hardened and her vagina became very wet. He slid himself inside of her and began thrusting hard and fast. She was still so warm it was amazing! As her walls tightened and her body spasmed with her release he moaned in ecstasy as he came inside of her. He stayed there with her for a moment basking in the afterglow. Then he pulled out and got dressed. There was work to be done after all. He lay a large garbage bag on the floor, then set it down to rest her on. He found her cleaning supplies and washed down her couch to rid of the evidence of what they had done. Then once he was sure there was no trace left he wiped down the door handle and the silverware he had used.

He donned a pair of latex gloves he had kept in his pants pocket. He couldn't let all of his hard work go to waste now could he? He turned off the lights and picked up her body. So light after death. Turn off the lights, close the door. Put her in the car and drive five miles away. There was a loose sewer plate that the city had neglected to fix. The rain had come the night before, so the sewers would be full of water. Good. Wash away the evidence. Water was always best. It was night. It was three am. No one was looking at him. He pulled up the plate with a crowbar until it slid aside for him. Then he gazed at her beautiful body one more time. Something glinted on her left wrist in the dim moonlight. Her grandmother's watch. She wore it everyday. He slipped it from her delicate wrist and pocketed his latest treasure. Then he simply dropped her body down...and smiled a the splash reached his ears. He replaced the sewer lid then drove back home. He was sticky now. He needed a shower.

Days later a horrible smell would come from that sewer, but many would just assume it was backed-up sewage. In one day news of Felicia Jones's strange disappearance would reach everywhere. Fliers, news reports, newspaper pages dedicated to her. She had been so loved in the community. Did she know that? Police investigated her lavish apartment. Nothing out of the ordinary to be found. A knock on every door to all of the building. He expected this. A uniformed officer stood at his door, asking him questions. " Sir, did you know Felicia Jones?" A solemn nod.

" Of course. Everyone knew her."

" And what was your relationship to her?" A hopeless shake of the head.

" I didn't know her that well. We ride the elevator every day together on our ways to work." The officer scratched his pen to the pad quickly. He was recording everything being said.

" When was the last time you saw her?" He gestured to the building elevator across the hall from him.

" Just yesterday. She was talking about some school benefit project she was working on. I told her good luck, she wished me a good day at work...and that's it." A disinterested look from the officer. A resigned sigh. He was safe.

" If you happen to see or hear anything out of the ordinary you call us at once young man."

" Yes Sir." The investigation would stretch on for months. Candle light vigils would be held on the street in front of the grieving father's house. It would be ten months before the body was discovered by a construction worker inspecting the local sewer systems. Felicia's body had severely decayed by this time, completely unrecognizable. Her remains would later be identified by DNA analysis. But no trace of him would be found on her. The sewers...the water-his eternal friend had protected him from the law and washed his sins away.

Jamie paced around the pond, hand shoved in to his jacket pockets to protect from the winter's mild chill. It wasn't bitingly cod out, but enough that he wished Jack and Snow would hurry up already! This was super, duper, mega, oh-my-god intell he had here! As if hearing his silent hurry up's the wind around him picked up just enough for him to notice. Jamie looked to the sky and relief washed over his body as Jack flew down towards him, Snow White in his arms as they landed. He smirked at the pair as they broke apart ( And to him Jack seemed most unhappy about it.) Though he was wearing a smile Jack shot Jamie a warning glare and the boy just smiled. " Hello, Jamie. It's nice to see you again." Snow said.

She felt there had been some kind of silent conversation going on between the boys...and why did she have the feeling it was about her? Though in his letter Jamie did include her but still. So to break the silence she had spoken first. Jamie waved at her and walked over to the spirits.

" Nice to see you, too." Then his eyes lit up with excitement as the memory came back to him. " Guys, listen! I remember! I remember where I saw you from!" Jack's eyes widened as the boy spoke. Maybe now they could find out who she was! Jack hastily walked forward and gripped him eagerly on the shoulder.

" You do?! Where? Who is she, Jamie?" The young man scratched the back of his head awkwardly and a huff blew from his lips. Way to pressure! He looked from Jack to Snow White as he toed the snow hesitantly.

" Well, I don't really know who you are, but I remember where I've seen you. There's this girl in my school named Molly Holloway." Jamie couldn't help but smile when he said the girl's name. Now it was Jack's turn to smirk and Jamie's cheeks flushed red. Moving on! " A-Anyways, I saw you with her once. I don't remember the exact when-a few weeks ago or so...? But you came to pick her up after school. You were waiting for her by the front entrance. You were wearing a jean jacket and your hair was tied back and thrown over your shoulder, like I said!" The two processed the new information slowly. Molly Holloway...Molly Holloway... Snow knew the name meant something to her. The moment she first heard the name something stirred inside of herself. She felt happiness, warmth and love all at once. But there was a stronger feeling there, too.

She knew this girl, this Molly was the reason for her constant sense of purpose. Ever since she had first awoken on the pond she had the feeling she was supposed to do something important. And when she heard Molly's name that feeling intensified greatly. Whatever it was she was supposed to be doing she knew it was about Molly. " Can I see her? Do you know where she lives?"

" No, but I came prepared." Jamie dislodged his backpack from himself and then knelt on the ground and began rummaging through it's contents. After a few moments he pulled up a book which read: BURGESS ELEMENTARY YEAR BOOK 2013. " This is last year's book. Our new ones haven't come out yet." He stood up and then began flipping through the pages. Curious Jack walked around behind Jamie and watched as he skillfully skimmed each page until... " Here! This is Molly!" The boy held the book steady in one hand as he used the other to point to a picture on the edge of a page. A pretty young brunette girl stared back at them, smiling happily. Her brown eyes, so dark they were almost black stared back at them.

Though she had none, Snow felt as if the breath had been stolen from her body. She knew her! The face, the smile, the way she dressed all of it! Both boys watched her with anxious faces as she seemed to freeze where she stood. " Snow?" She jumped as Jack's voice reached her and the girl released a breath she had unconsciously held.

" I know her! I know I do I just-!" Jack looked back down at the picture. The girl was very pretty. Definitely destined to be a heartbreaker come four or five yeas from now. He looked back up at Snow, watching the frustration play out on her face.

" Snow, what is it? What do you feel when you see her?" Snow shook he head wonderingly at the photo.

" Remember when I told you I feel like I'm supposed to be doing something important?" Jack nodded. " I...looking at this picture I feel like I've been sucker punched or something. I KNOW...that whatever I'm supposed to be doing has to do with her. I'm positive of that. But I can't remember who she is to me! God it's driving me crazy!" She stared hard at the picture focusing. Jamie said he had seen them together. Had they been friends? It felt like it. Was she a babysitter? A neighbor? Friend of the family? Did she know Molly well? How long? When had they met? How? Why? A firm touch on her shoulder. Snow looked at Jack. Odd. His lips were moving but...she couldn't hear him. He was saying her name now. She could read his lips a little but, she couldn't hear him.

" Sorry, Jack I didn't get that. What?"

" I said are you okay." The sound came back just as easily as it had left. She rubbed one of her ears as she shook her head trying to will away the soft buzzing in her head.

" Um, yeah I think so. I just...zoned out I guess. Didn't hear you at all. Sorry." Didn't hear him? They were standing right next to each other. ' Maybe she did just zone out...' But more importantly, Molly was someone she knew! They had a name now! This was a major break!

" That's okay, but this is great! We're like, three steps closer to finding out who you are!" Jamie scrunched his brows in confusion. Three? Didn't he mean one?

" Three? How'da figure?" Jack smiled excitedly at the pair and leaned in close.

" We can go to Tooth and ask her to find Molly's baby teeth." He looked back at Snow, his excited smile transforming in to an unrestrained grin. " If she knows you and you know her, then you're bound to be in her memories, and Molly-"

" Knows my name! Molly can give Tooth my name and then Tooth can find my memories!" She finished. Jack was right they were so much closer now! If Tooth had a name attached then finding her memories should come much easier to the fairy. Odd though. With this knowledge came two opposing feelings: Great joy, and great fear. Joy to know-finally who she was and where she came from. What was she suppose to do and how Molly Holloway was connected to her. But the near overpowering fear made the winter air feel suddenly so much colder around her. There was something she didn't want to know. Even with no memories she knew what the fear was. She was going to remember how she died. And if so much fear came from just that fact... Then her death must have been a bad one. Really bad.

Done! Okay so again many things happened in this chapter. 1: Jack and Snow White made up. Yay! But don't think he's done. Jack's gonna do something awesome for her later! :) 2: Another victim was revealed from our killer, miss Felicia Jones. Now there's only one more trophy in his case we don't know about, then it's Snow's turn. Dun, Dun, Dun! 3: Did you pay attention when Snow lost her hearing before? That's going to be muy importante later! 4: Jamie told Snow and Jack about Molly. Won't be long now before she remembers!

Please R&R and as always bless your happy happiness!