A/N: Welcome to my Rise of the Guardian's story! Anyone else excited for the movie? I am OnO Not just because of Jack Frost either (although he's the main reason XD) it's because of everything that's in it, the characters, the story... I took animation in my school, so I have a love for animated movies :)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story! I'll be updating every day until the movie comes out (This story has 10 chapters ono) so...yeah! I really hope you enjoy :D

Not Just Fun and Games

Summary: Several years after the Guardians defeated Pitch, Jack Frost remains a nomad, spreading ice and snow wherever he goes. But when his staff is stolen, Jack must call upon the Guardians and enlist the help of a teenage girl before the season of winter becomes a nightmare.

Chapter 1: The Legend of Jack Frost

Here's the problem with being a myth: everyone's heard about you, but nobody believes that you're real. Of course, to adults, myths are just entertaining stories to tell children to get them to be good. They don't actually know anything, now do they?

The fact is that children's minds are more flexible. They're more open to the bigger picture, more open to the world around them. You tell them about Santa, they'll get excited and start bouncing around with joy because they know Santa brings them presents. You mention the tooth fairy, and they'll instantly start trying to yank out that loose tooth of theirs for a little silver coin. You say 'Easter Bunny' and the children's mouths will water at the thoughts of chocolate. And finally, you say 'Sandman' and they'll be confused, but even they know who the Sandman is. After all, he's the reason their dreams are so pleasant.

And then there's me, Jack Frost. What do I bring? Snow, ice and cold wind. Oh, and frost. Lots and lots of frost. Basically, I'm the bane of everyone's existence. Not so surprising actually, seeing as I'm a pain in everyone's ass. Even Santa hates me. Okay, I wouldn't say he hates me, but apparently I hold the record for the Naughty list.

Oh well. I don't need presents.

Now today, I was planning a big day. For the last week, I'd been up north, whipping up a snowstorm, and now I was giving the snow to a small village to the south. It was December, and I knew they all wanted a white Christmas. I mean, who didn't?

But the thing was, the weather network was just ranting about the horror of this snowstorm and saying it will drop a lot of snow, and everyone should get their snow tires on so they don't spin out on ice and have their car explode into millions of tiny pieces... Okay maybe not explode, but they'd crash. My fault? Yeah maybe. But I just cause the ice. It's all up to the humans to put snow tires on their cars so they don't spin out. It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt, no?

Anyway, about that snowstorm.

I waved my staff, a blue glow shooting up into the sky where the snowstorm blew overhead. Instantly, a few flakes of snow began to fall as the storm crept slowly south. Laughing, I ran through the woods, frost and ice spreading from every spot my bare feet touched. I flew on a cold, north wind, blowing the few stray leaves of autumn off the trees. All the while, I held my staff up, dragging the snowstorm as if it was on a wire down towards the town of Vindale. It was hard, and it was difficult, but if I'd done it right, they'd have a snow day tomorrow. That's all I lived for. I wanted to see those laughing happy kids as they played in the snow. Oh, and I also loved seeing adults shouting themselves hoarse at the amount of snow and ice on their cars. Now that was funny.

The snow continued to fall, harder and harder as I ran. I could see the village up ahead, bright and warm beneath layers upon layers of frost. But at the same time, it was sad to look at, simply because of all of the grass.

"No more grass." I said with a grin.

I launched the storm towards the village, a cold wind nearly blowing me down as the snow whipped towards the village. I smiled as the ice and snow fell in waves. It hit the village straight on, making me laugh. White Christmas here we go!

I cheered as I skidded across ramps of ice and snow, dropping ice and frost everywhere I could. I wanted to make sure the snow would stay for weeks, for the rest of the winter if I could. It was my way of saying 'Jack Frost was here!'

But unfortunately, nobody looked outside the morning after a snowstorm and thought, 'Oh hey, Jack Frost paid us a visit last night!' No, they think 'Oh great, looks like the commute is going to be miserable. Not to mention its cold... I wonder what's for breakfast...'

It's a hard, thankless task, bringing winter. Although I knew that there was a group of children who could see me. Most children can see me. But these children were different. They actually knew who I was. I could tell exactly how and why they knew who I was, but I prefer just to show you.

After all, tomorrows a snow day!

...

The snow storm had moved on by the next morning. But the second I started seeing laughing children emerging from their houses with toboggans the next morning, I knew I'd succeeded.

"SNOW DAY!" I cried, leaping from the trees and running through the streets. Kids turned and waved at me while laughing. Even as I ran by, some kids shivered from the cold wind, but they still smiled up at me, rosy cheeks and all. They knew I was the strange boy with white hair who could fly for some reason.

Though seeing these children smile made me feel good, they weren't the ones I cared about the most.

I rushed through a forested path, leaving frozen snow in my wake. I knew that anyone who went through it would come quite close to breaking their ankles on the ice, but I also knew that if they were careful, they wouldn't have any problem with it. I rounded a corner and came upon a mansion; the Vindale Orphanage. It was my favourite place in the world.

I leapt up onto the roof, leaving frost imprints all over the windows. I could faintly hear the children screaming in excitement as they watched the frost cover their windows. I leapt down the other side of the building and deliberately made wind whistle through cracks in the walls. I grinned and a moment later a teenage girl stepped out, bundling herself up in a jacket. She was still wearing her pyjama bottoms and slippers.

"Jack Frost, we're trying to eat breakfast here!" She scolded.

I grinned. "Sorry, Lucilla. I couldn't resist!"

"As always." She shivered slightly. "We'll be out later. These kids need to take care of their chores first."

"Aw come on, Lucilla! I brought these kids a snow day so they could have fun!" I sagged my shoulders, trying to look as pathetic as I could. I'm sure she knew what I did to bring all of this snow here.

Lucilla groaned. "I hate it when you make Bambi eyes at me. Fine, we'll be out around noon." Then she closed the door.

I leapt in the air, cheering loudly.

The door opened again. "And keep it down!" Lucilla told me. "These kids are already excited to see you. I don't need them asking me to let you in again."

"Yeah, I'm still sorry about that." I rubbed the top of my head sheepishly. Let's just say things don't really work out well when I'm inside... The only house in the world that's immune to it is North's house. But even then, I still managed to freeze everything around me.

Lucilla sighed, then smiled.

"Thanks for the snow, Jack." She said.

I grinned back. "Just doing what I can."

"See you in a bit." Then she closed the door and I stood in the backyard of the orphanage alone.

I made my way over to the large snow hill in the back. The snow was perfect, smooth, and cold. But I figured that I'd better make it icier so these kids could have a lot of fun later.

With a cheer, I slid down the hill, my bare feet leaving paths of ice all over the place. I knew nobody else really came here. The orphanage was peaceful and quiet. Occasionally, people came by to adopt the children, but I couldn't help but miss them whenever someone left. I knew they were better off with Lucilla. She was only eighteen, but I'd known her for the last two years. She'd volunteered a lot of time at that orphanage, as she too was an orphan. She'd run away from home and I'd found her in the snow. I helped her find her way to this same orphanage where she was looked after by the elderly matron who died over the summer that same year due to heatstroke.

Lucilla had taken over the orphanage, and now she was looking after the children as best as she could. It was as if she'd grown up, but at the same time remained young. I didn't know why she could see me, but I wasn't complaining. If anybody over the age of twelve could see me, I found it an accomplishment. For an eighteen year old to be able to see me, I considered it a trophy.

The first excited squeal of a child alerted me to their release. I looked up from my perch in the tree to see the twenty or so kids rushing from the mansion. All of them were hauling toboggans behind them.

"Where's Jack?" A little girl asked.

"I don't know," Lucilla said with a smile. "Maybe we should call him."

"JACK! HEY JACK!" A boy yelled. "Come out!"

"Jack!"

"Jack Frost!"

"Hey Jack!"

The chorus of calls made me smile. I leapt out of the tree and hit them with a blast of cold wind. They squealed and cheered as I landed on the ice in front of them. They crowded around me and hugged my legs and hands. One of them tried to grab my staff but I held it up out of their reach. It held power. In the wrong hands, I knew it could do some damage. Although there were times I wondered if my hands were even the right ones to hold it.

"You iced the hill!" A boy cried, jumping into his toboggan. "Lucy, can I go?"

Lucilla nodded. "Go for it."

The boy cheered and pushed off, rushing down the hill. All of the kids jumped on their toboggans and skidded down the hill. Some of them crashed into the fluffy snow at the bottom, others skimmed right over it and slowly ground to a halt.

"Why do you always ice the hill?" Lucilla asked, watching kids crash into the snow at the bottom.

"Because it's fun." I said with a shrug. "Come on, grab a toboggan and I'll show you."

Lucilla rolled her eyes but grabbed a toboggan. The kids stopped climbing the hills to watch.

"Coming with me?" Lucilla asked.

I shrugged. "Sure." I climbed into the back and held onto her waist. A little bit of frost spread across the jacket where my hands touched it.

"No ice manipulation." She said with a grin, not noticing the ice on her jacket.

"Aw, you're no fun."

"Okay fine, a little bit."

I grinned broadly as Lucilla pushed off down the hill. She laughed and screamed the whole way down, her long brown hair smacking me in the face. I leaned over her shoulder and pointed my staff at the ice in front of us. A giant ramp popped up and Lucilla screamed as we hit it and flew into the air. We hit the ground and instantly wiped out at the bottom. I sat up, still laughing.

"You call that a little bit?!" Lucilla cried.

I laughed. "Well yeah."

Lucilla looked up the hill, her eyes widening as she realized some of the kids were going to try going off the ramp as well.

I thought fast, pointing my staff at the ramp, breaking it apart so it didn't stay. The kids groaned in disappointment.

"Sorry, kids. Lucilla would kill me if you guys got hurt."

"Oh I'd melt you, Jack Frost!" Lucilla shook her fist in my direction.

I shuddered, the mere thought of being melted concerning me. Lucilla laughed, realizing her threat had hit home.

"So no hurting the children, all right?" She said.

"Yeah. Just don't melt me." I told her, running a hand through my hair.

"You're not saying you can actually melt, can you?"

"I don't know, but I have a hard enough time dealing with any weather above freezing."

"Jeez, I can't decide whether to be impressed, or freaked out." Lucilla said sheepishly.

"Lucy! Lucy!"

"Come slide with us!"

Lucilla shrugged and headed up the hill. I remained at the bottom, watching the kids laugh and scream as they shot down the hill. I loved these kids. No family, no parents, no idea where they came from. Like me. I have no memory of anything until recent times. As in, last two hundred years recent times. I don't know why it is, and even then that first year is still fuzzy. It was as if I'd just popped into existence. It was probably the same thing these kids were feeling. Lucilla was the closest thing they had to a mom. And even though she was eighteen, she was very, very good at what she did. I admired her for it.

I don't know how long I stood there, high fiving kids or carrying them back up the hill if they were too tired to do so. All I know is that I don't regret any moment of it, and it would always be one of my favourite memories. The laughter, the smiles, especially Lucilla's, was all of the thanks I ever needed. It was for these people that I would always bring winter.

Eventually, Lucilla called the children back into the house. I once again let every single one of them hug me before they headed inside, sleepy heads bowed. When the last one was in, Lucilla turned towards me.

"Thanks again, Jack." She said with a smile. "See you tomorrow?"

"Count on it." I said with a grin.

Lucilla smiled back and headed inside the orphanage. Left alone, I skidded down the hill until I reached the bottom. I turned and looked back up at the mansion. For sure I'd be back tomorrow. How could I not?

A hand clamped over my mouth. I yelped in surprise, but the sound was stifled by the hand. I raised my staff, trying to fend off the attacker, but a second hand grabbed my arm and twisted it. My staff fell from my hand and landed in the snow with a painful crunch.

"Nice try, Jack Frost." A voice growled. My eyes widened at the voice, so horrible and so familiar. "But now, you will get to watch as everything you care about goes down the drain."

I struggled, but-

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