"I am officially bored."

Those snow words sent chills down everyone's spines. Silent as he was, Jack was still the Guardian of Fun. Three days being cooped up in the Pole was grating on his nerves, and he was itching to go outside. The reason he was not aloud in the wind and snow was simply that it would aggrevate his condition, and he really would become mute. The reason this frightened the others...was because even silent, he was STILL the Gaurdian of Fun. Fun and cabin fever and Jack made a lethal and horrific combination.

It was bad news when Jack Frost got bored. Period.

Poor North had to deal with frozen elves, Bunny got ambushed bny a homing flurry every time he came to the workroom, and Tooth found that Baby Tooth helped Jack freeze her wings together by distracting her so the prankster could get behind her.

They thought since he was injured, that it would be easier to keep him contained.

They were sadly mistaken.

"FROSTBITE!"

Jack limped off with the help of his staff, his eerie hissing laughter filling the corridor as he fled the now Easter Kangaroo. Bunny hopped just as quickly to catch up to him, his new ice tail, pouch, and muzzle weighing him down.

"Come 'ere ya brumby so I can break your OTHER leg!"

"Catch me first Kangaroo!"

"Oh, you really wanna do this again mate?" Bunny growled with a smirk, successfully getting rid of the tail "What did I tell ya about racin' a rabbit?"

Hissing giggles mocked him from ahead, and Jack slowed down so the Pooka could read his powder.

"But you aren't a rabbit now, 'roo!"

"MiM help me, I will MURDER you! Come 'ere snowflake! The doctor is in and he says you need a spinal tap!"

"Ooo threats of violence really don't suit your center, cottontail!"

Jack suddenly stumbled, his world going black for a few seconds as something slammed into him. Dizzy, he looked to see North standing over him, a scowl on his face and a sword in his hand. The winter spirit gulped and smiled sheepishly

"Why did you clock me so hard?"

The man gestured to his outfit and said simply "Was your fault, no? Elves rat you out this time Jack. You need to be resting, not pulling pranks!"

A hiss was his response, with the words, "I think it suits you just fine North!"

North's outfit had been modified. All the red areas had been dyed a nice, wintery blue. The dye was permanent, North had tried everything but nothing got rid of the blueness.

The blackness came again, and North smiled gently. He watched Jack's body sway for a minute, before toppling over.

The Snow Writing took a ton of the spirit of Winter's strength, and because he was 'talking' so much, it had exhausted him enough to where it literally knocked him out. North smiled and whisperted "See? Need rest. Told you. Is all fun and games until you pass out on floor. " He scooped up the boy and carried him to his room, grinning fondly.

Yes, a bored Jack Frost spelled doom for all who were unlucky enough to be cooped up with him...but if he didn't seek out Fun, he would be betraying his very center, and that was something North never wanted to see.

So for now, the boy would be forgiven. But next time...

"Next time you do this, you are again on naughty list!"