Hey everyone! So a few years ago when I first joined this website I had a story up called "A team and a Family" and it was a Frozen/Rise of the Guardians story. And it worked for a while but as time passed I didn't really enjoy it as much, but since it was my first story I decided why not rewrite it and make it spark joy!

So this story is a rewrite of that story!

Thank you all who decided to read this story, and thank you to my friend who helped me with this rewrite!

One more thing, excuse me..yes I'm not done yet. When it comes to updating I have decided, well it's time for me to have a set updating schedule so the goal for this story is a Monthly update (since I still have non-fanfic related story's and life to deal with) with the exception of the first 3 chapters.

Now onward with the story!

Chapter 1: Missing Mary

A boy around fifteen shivered in the cold air as he walked through a snow covered forest. He gritted his teeth and pulled his collar up in an attempt to block out the cold as he laughed to himself for letting the cold bother him.

He continued on until he got to a small cluster of bushes. Gently pushing them away he slipped through them and grimaced slightly as he stepped in a small puddle of slush in the melting snow.

Within minutes he came to a massive oak tree. He beamed at it and walked over to a rope that hung off a higher branch. He gritted his teeth and wrapped his legs and arms around it and began to climb. After a few painstaking minutes of trying not to slip he made his way to the top of it, where a few wooden planks were nailed together to make a small platform.

On the platform was a poster of some rock band that was stapled into the tree, a small blue bean bag and a snow covered shag rug that was probably better off in a bathroom than a tree. On the other side of the wooden platform was only a rickety railing, the only thing offering any protection from falling out of the tree.

The boy walked over to the beanbag, dusted snow off it and sprawled out. Slipping his phone out of his pocket he began to scroll, his eyes glazing over as the time passed. A few minutes later a small breeze blew in, making him look up.

"Took you long enough." he muttered before looking down again.

"Well I'm here now." a voice answered.

The boy smiled and turned off his phone, slipping it into his pocket. "Hi Frost."

"Hey Jamie." a boy with messy white hair and grayish-blue eyes answered.

"Where you been, you were gonna be here twenty minutes ago." Jamie asked, feigning annoyance.

The spirit gave a small laugh. "I got busy ok, I only now managed to sneak off."

"Good job cause I have it." Reaching into his pocket Jamie drew out a small box, a pen and a piece of paper.

"What are their names again?" Jamie carefully unfolded the paper, smoothing out the wrinkles as the spirit in front of him balanced on the railing. Jack paced the thin wood, keeping his balance in a way Jamie didn't know was possible, swinging his staff causing frost to run down the wood.

Jack ran a hand through his hair in deep thought. Jamie felt a ping of sympathy run through him.

"Mary..I think. That was my sister…umm." Jack's balance faltered for a moment at the name and Jamie flinched as the wind steadied Jack from falling.

"Your mothers?"

"I…" Jack paused and swallowed. "I don't know." Jamie nodded trying to ignore the pain in Jack's face at the statement.

"That's okay, so I need to find a Mary overland." Jamie nodded, scribbling the name down on the paper.

"What year did you say she was born?"

"I..I dunno, probably like 1704 or something." Another scribble.

"You're old." Jamie quickly looked away in order to not burst out laughing as Jack turned to him in surprise. Opening the box he withdrew two small glass vials.

Handing one to Jack he took the other. Taking great care to not drop it as it grew cold in his hand, he turned to the confused spirit.

"Great, now spit into it."

Jack eyed the tube in suspicion as Jamie demonstrated.

After a few moments the spirit spat into it and twisted the cap back on. Placing the two sealed vials back into the box Jamie shoved it back in his pocket and sighed. Jack still didn't seem satisfied.

"Well?" Jack didn't answer, instead focusing on the strings of his hoodie to keep him preoccupied.

"So..um. If this ancestry thing works, you could maybe find out who they are?" Jack finally asked in a barely audible whisper.

They. Jamie frowned at this word. It seemed as if Jack couldn't even bring himself to say their role.

"You mean your family, your sister? Your mother" Jack grimaced at the words but nodded.

"Yes. It should work" A weight seemed to lift off Jack's shoulders and he finally smiled.
"Provided I didn't screw it up." Jamie added standing.

"You're smart, you have the internet, how could you screw it up?"

Truth was Jamie could very well screw this up.

In the last few years Jamie had known Jack, he had been horrified at the story of Jack's life. Even though it had been years since Jack had first confessed it to him, the story of how he'd…well died, haunted Jamie.

So when given the opportunity to have an ancestry test for extra credit at school Jamie had jumped at the offer. It wasn't like he couldn't see the possibility of him and Jack being related even if it was through a very distant three hundred year gap.

So Jamie had agreed.

"What ya gonna do now?" Jamie asked, drawing the winter spirit's attention back to him.

"I don't know." Jack muttered once more. Jamie sighed and refrained from rolling his eyes. He wasn't used to Jack being so anxious and jittery. It seemed to happen every time his sister was mentioned, Jack would go almost paralyzed.

Grabbing the rope Jamie threw his body over the edge of the wood and hung there.

"Well.. we have like a decent amount of snow. If you want to do something like that." he called out as he began the slippery and quite frankly dangerous climb down. Reaching the bottom Jamie sighed in triumph as his feet firmly hit the ground.

"I have an idea, just one sec okay." Jack cried from the top of the tree. Jamie furrowed a brow at Jack's words then screamed as his feet gave out from under him.

"No.." he muttered glaring at Jack who, now was hovering a few feet away smirking. Shrieking Jamie felt his body slide through the snow, darting across the icy path Jack made as he flew in front.

Scrambling to keep from rolling off the path, Jamie bit his lip to keep from laughing aloud at the sheer exhilaration and chaos of this ride. However the feeling quickly disappeared as he noticed the pond that laid at the edge of the woods coming closer.

"Jack!" The spirit though had seen and Jamie knew it. Jack's attention always sharpened when around that pond.

At the last moment Jamie felt his body catapult to the side and into a snowbank.

Snow shocked his body into focus and Jamie felt himself laughing as he clambered out of the bank wiping snow off his clothes.

"I-I thought your job..was to keep kids safe." Jamie panted as Jack landed a few feet away.

"I didn't scare you, I surprised you there's a difference." Jack corrected, waving his staff. At this all the snow on Jamie was swept off by the wind.

Jamie opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a vibrating in his pocket. Reaching into his jacket he pulled out his phone, only for the screen to light up and his mothers name to appear.

Opening her contact Jamie sent a quick text then turned to Jack. Giving a half smile Jamie sighed.

"I need to go, sorry." Jack nodded and swung his staff over his shoulder.
"Yeah, go ahead. Have a good night." Jamie nodded and broke off towards his house, his mother would kill him if he was late.
At the last moment Jamie turned and jogged backwards so he could see Jack.

"Let's hope for a Mary!" he called loudly. Jamie didn't hear a response but instead a large gust of wind sent him flying into the slush.

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The sound of ice crack and a girl screaming jolted Jack awake. No sooner had the girl screamed his name, had his eyes flown open and she had vanished.

Laying in the dark Jack didn't move. He had grown accustomed to these dreams so by now he didn't wake up panting or jolt up as if he had been struck. Instead he just had a heavy weight on his chest and tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

The dream was always the same.

Mary and him on the ice. But instead of being able to save her Jack was always just a second to late, it would result in either him drowning again or Mary's voice getting muffled as water swarmed down her throat.

Occasionally it would end in the both of them dying. The water overtaking them, tearing them apart as Jack felt his body thrash around in the murky darkness. Desperate to push his sister to the surface.

Slowly Jack let out a breath and turned to his side.

It would do no good to focus on the dream. Mary was dead anyways, in whatever way she died, Jack didn't know.

Forcing himself to stand, Jack grabbed his staff and paced his room. It was quite a nice room, a small one tucked off in the north pole for him to stay in when he didn't want to be in Burgess.

Something he had been doing quite a lot recently.

It wasn't that he was opposed to Jamie's idea of finding out if they were related, it was the idea of finding out who his family was.

Even though Jack had spent the better part of his immortal life alone, the one thing he was grateful for was he didn't remember his family. Well it may sound terrible he was thankful he didn't have to watch them grow old or die.

Not forced to see himself be erased from his family's history as the years drew on.

But now the idea of them intrigued Jack.

The idea of seeing where they rested, what had happened to them after he had died. After all, it wasn't like he could see them any other way.

He wouldn't grow old, he wouldn't die from time.

Shaking his head Jack tried to banish the thought.

The other guardians didn't go around wishing for their past lives, they made do with what and who they had.

Be grateful. A voice in his head scolded and Jack sighed. He knew he should be grateful he hadn't died. That he got to have magic and see the world unfurl in more ways than anyone else could.

Closing his eyes Jack nodded. He could be grateful, he could be satisfied with the life he had. It didn't matter what had happened, he didn't need to know.

After all, it would only hurt him more.

So this chapter was based on the head canon that circles around the ROTG fandom that Jamie is a descendant of Jack's sister, Mary. Which personally I really like!

Thank you for reading this chapter and have a great night. Please remember you are important and that sleep, and drinking water are not just suggestions. ;)

Peace!

~Mixitupqueen