Jack Frost was bored after giving the world a snow day.

He was bored because all the children were exhausted after scampering in the snow all day and have all gone to bed and he had no one to play with.

He was bored because he had already made two rounds around the world and covered every inch with snow.

He was bored because he simply had no one to go to for company. Sandy and Tooth were busy day and night, North probably didn't have time for him, especially when Christmas is fast approaching, he'll just be doing North extra trouble if he would head to the pole to mess with the yetis

He chose to fly down to the Warren to annoy the hell out of his favorite rabbit as he always does if he had free time, and believe me he has a heck lot of it.

Bunny clearly had nothing to do today, in the middle of December, when Easter is still far away, but Bunny wasn't the type to just admit something right away, in fact he claimed he had a lot of tasks to do all year round.

Yeah right. If the Easter Bunny's job was to cover the whole world with flowers then yes, he would be very busy.

Jack has seen it before. Bunny would plant flowers in random places in the forest and simply sits there for seven days and watches it grow. Just what kind of task was that?

So Jack found the perfect solution to his boredom and flew off to Australia where Bunny's permanent rabbit holes were located.

It was snowing up at the surface, but Bunny was enjoying his evening. The warren was still as bright as day, where flowers bloom daily and spring was eternal. The temperature was relatively warm, warm enough to keep the Pooka from feeling the winter's chill.

A new batch of eggs have newly hatched, giving Bunny more to paint, just for a hobby. For someone who had literally nothing to do all year round, Bunny sure knew how to keep himself busy. For the passed week he's planted species of trees which were still unknown to humans in a couple of forests, which is why there were always new things for scientists to discover. He has re-shaped the land structure of some countries by digging to prevent them from sinking when time comes. He's weaved a thousand baskets to hold his eggs to keep them from wandering around and having the egg golems accidentally step on them. Things will be perfect by the time Easter comes.

Right now he has stuck to what he does best: painting eggs. Unlike North, who had plenty full of time to make his toys, he only has a maximum of three days to prepare for Easter. Eggs were perishable and children wouldn't want a rotten egg would they? His production of eggs officially begins at the start of spring, when the first flower blossoms, but there was an exception. Whenever he was bored, or as Bunny likes to call 'free time' he would make a fresh batch of eggs to paint just for fun but he certainly doesn't use those for Easter, once the paint dries, the little egglet's stay in the Warren forever so Bunny would have company in his, which he hated to admit too, lonely and silent Warren.

Bunny loved the silence, it was a sign of peace and tranquility, but sometimes the silence could drive him crazy. Sometimes he found it a little too quiet for his liking and he would always find himself in the North Pole engaging in a friendly conversation with North, or even an argument over Christmas and Easter again.

But Bunny didn't like it when it gets too rackety in his Warren either, he particularly hated it when a certain winter spirit come and disturbs his peace. It's already enough for him to deal with the trouble-maker during their monthly meetings; it would be hell for him if he was to deal with him in his own home too. Speaking of the devil

Bunny was just about to start drawing the patterns on his egg when the familiar voice echoed his tunnels, "Hey Kangaroo!"

Jack Frost dove in from the tunnels, stumbling onto the grass, bringing the chill of the winter breeze in along with him.

Great just great, Bunny gritted his teeth and tried to ignore him, returning to what he was doing before.

But Jack just really needed attention. He stood up wearing that usual smirk and dusted the dirt off himself and used his staff to regain his balance. The frost on his hoodie had already melted away from the warm temperature. "So" he waved his staff and the wind picked him up again, lashing a pile of fallen leaves around. The wayward landed on a tree branch that loomed over Bunnymund. "What's going on, did you miss me?"

His grip around the brush tightened and his ears dropped. Why does Jack have to ruin everything?

"No, in fact I was enjoyin' my day until you came" Bunny said grumpily. "No do me a favor and get out, I'm busy."

"Make me" Jack said his smirk widening as he crossed his arms. "Oh wait, rabbits can't fly."

Bunny rolled his eyes, "Ain't a good idea ta race a rabbit mate, I would really drag yer butt out if I really had to, don't you have somewhere else ta be? Its winter"

"Nope, I finished early, and the children are all asleep, I have nothing to do and I thought you didn't have anything to do either" Jack stated as a matter-of-factly as he hovered above Bunny's head.

"I have a lot of things ta do and I have no time fer yer tricks frost, now scram" Bunny tried not to raise his voice or else he'll have to go through an hour of Tooth's lectures.

The others have all grown to love Jack, Sandy gave him too much dreams, Tooth gave him too much care and North gave him too much attention, they would all fuss over as much as a scrape on the knee, for all he knew the winter child had quickly became the center of their world. Bunny would the same if Jack wasn't so bloody annoying, besides he is not the type to do so, and he knew Jack wasn't comfortable with all the attention either. It's not like he hated the winter spirit, the grudge he held from the blizzard of 68 had long vanished, he just wanted nothing to do with him.

"Oh come on, your bored too, don't you usually make eggs when spring begins?" Jack pointed out. "See you have nothing to do"

"And that doesn't mean I have time ta listen ta yer ranting" Bunny muttered. "Waddaya want?"

"I was just bored, but now that you asked, I wanted you freeze your ears together…"

"Great, just great" Bunny muttered to himself again and tried his best to continue painting. It was winter up at the surface and the only way for him to keep himself warm is to stay inside his Warren, but it was hard when you have a winter spirit freezing everything he sees for his own amusement.

Bunny felt his own patience wearing thin, Jack was really starting to get on his nerves. He tried his best to contain his anger and ignore him, but it was fairly impossible.

Until Jack showed a little interest in the flowers around the warren, although he didn't know what their names are, instead he calls them 'The little blue one' or "the one with lots of petals on it' and maybe even 'the yellow one that looks like a bell'

Bunny approached Jack who was staring curiously at a red flower at the other side of the field. "That one's called a tulip mate"

"Oh, I didn't know. Back then I thought flowers were all the same kind"

"Ey, nothin' is the same kind Frostbite, even us, we're all spirits but we each are different."

Bunny spent the next hour teaching Jack about the different names of the flowers, which country they originate from and how much water they needed daily. Normally Jack wouldn't care about that kind of stuff and would just fly away in the middle of explanation. It is why Bunny was surprised when Jack was interested in learning these things.

Bunny considered it somewhat of a bonding time. Jack is the guardian of fun, and it was true, he did bring joy to everyone. He wouldn't mind having Jack over more often.

The two guardians ended up sitting on a high hill watching the small egglets roam.

Honestly (Although he refused to admit that to Jack) he was having a nice evening.

"What was that you said about everyone being different?" Jack suddenly asked, giving Bunny a curious look.

"Oh that" Bunny snorted. "It was just somethin' that came up, I give a little words of wisdom once it a while" he expected to Jack to laugh and tease him about it, but to his surprise, he didn't, instead he shifted into an Indian sit, his gaze suddenly directed on the grass below them. "Back then when I first came out of that lake, I always thought people were all the same, I thought they acted the same, I thought they did the same things, they just look different, just like the flowers."

"Don't be a gumby, everyone is different, that's what makes them special, even if they look alike, they have their own abilities that make them different from each other. People have different thoughts, feelings and emotions; everyone stands out in some way. Same goes for us, we have different jobs, different traits, different centers, like how you wield winter and I control spring growth, we both represent something different." Bunny gestured at Jack's staff, "Just like the snowflakes you're makin'. They all have different patterns right?"

"Hm…I never thought it worked that way…" Jack murmured, still avoiding eye contact. It made Bunny wonder why he suddenly asked a question like that. It made Bunny ask, "Why, what's wrong?" He knew Jack long enough to know something was wrong whenever the hellion was acting strange, there is bound to be something troubling him.

"Nothing" Jack pulled his staff closer. "I was just curious" his saddened look lit up all of a sudden "aw you do care"

Bunny didn't protest, instead he ruffled his hair playfully.

Jack wasn't that bad, it was only what happened last Easter that ruined their friendship. He regretted saying those words, he regretted sending him away, he was just so blinded by range. Jack acted differently around him because of that. Now Bunny just wanted to show him how much he was trusted. "Ey, I'm headin' up in the mountains in Africa to check plant growth, ya mind watching those egglets for me?"

"Uh…sure" Jack seemed happy, and a little shocked, since when did Bunny leave him alone in the Warren? Just a few hours ago, he was trying to make him leave.

"Just don't make it snow in here" was his last reminder. The Pooka gave him a warm smile and proceeded to his tunnels, telling himself nothing will go wrong, because he trusts that 'bloody winter spirit'

Turns out Bunny made a big mistake, a terrible mistake.

It was snowing in the Warren…

The usual warm and toasty temperature had subdued into arctic zero. Heaps of snow scattered in every corner. Frost pelted the leaves on the colorful mangrove trees; snowflakes were drifting around in the air. The lake of paint was frozen in a thick layer of ice. His few egglets were practically shivering from the sudden change of environment, some were cracking themselves by trying to dive in the frozen lake, the others were sinking in the piles of snow that now coated the grass.

Bunny wasn't mad, he was just frustrated, but his frustration eventually blighted into seething range when he saw a trail of shattered eggshells. His flowers were wilting from the unforgiving cold and the leaves on the trees were starting to shed.

This wasn't the birthplace of spring he was seeing…

It was a cold wasteland…

Hetrusted him and he gets this in return?

Bunny's eyes narrow as he spotted Jack flying his direction. The winter spirit stumbled in front of him without his usual grace. The wind blew too hard, sending the arctic chill beating violently around them. "Bunny I-" Jack tried to explain but he was cut off.

"You're not wanted here"

Jack flinched as Bunny spoke those familiar words.

He's heard those hurtful words…

He's heard those words lots and lots of times before….

But Bunny continued, ignoring how frightened Jack looked. "You have done enough, I have had enough of you tricks." He didn't yell, but his tine was filled with disappointment.

"But-"

"You can't even take anything seriously, it's only been a few hours and you've already transformed my warren into a wasteland. How do ya think I can clear this out in time? Do ya think the flowers will grow n time for next Easter?"

"I didn't mean to-"

"And that's what ya always say, sometimes I wonder why man in the moon chose someone like you to be a guardian. Ya make a make mess wherever ya go, ya can't do anything right"

Jack swallowed hard, the familiar feeling of déjà vu sinking in. He didn't even try to explain anymore. He was right, why the likes of him?

"I told you ta keep an eye on the eggs, not crack them and turn this whole place into a frozen wasteland!"

Jack shut his eyes. All he wanted was for the guardians to accept him, now it seems he made things worst. He wasn't one of them…

They will never accept him, especially Bunny…

He makes a mess wherever he goes…

He can't do anything right…

All he wanted was someplace he belongs…was that too much to ask?

"This is your fault," Bunny hissed "Easter would be ruined again just like before, because of you. Ya don't even deserve ta be believed, yer completely useless. Sometimes I just wish yer invisible to us like ya are ta humans, then I'll never have ta deal with ya." The Pooka absently unsheathed one of his boomerangs and aimed at Jack.

Jack knew Bunny wouldn't purposely hurt him, even if he was furious, but he just reacted….

….the way he reacted when the other spirits hurt him.

300 years is an awfully long time. A lot of things have happened to Jack

….things that made him raise his defenses….

The very cause of those violent snow storms during bitter nights

But he didn't fling his staff

He didn't summon the wind

He broke down, his voice wavering in fear. "I'm sorry!" he yelled and the temperature dropped even more. The wind whipped around violently, forming somewhat of a protective barrier around the frost child.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eyes, freezing midway down his cheek. "I'm sorry!" he repeated over and over again then flew off all of a sudden, into a small cave behind the lake of paint.

Bunny totally wasn't expecting that, his green eyes were wide with shock as he bound after the winter sprite, regretting his decisions more than ever. He didn't mean to say those words; he just got so frustrated again.

Bunny slowly pushed away the vines that tangled on the rocky edges of the small cave-like space. "Ey Jack" he called softly, crouching down to his level. Jack sat curled up against the corner of the rocky walls, his legs drawn up to his chest mumbling 'I'm sorry' again and again. His face was buried in his arms, although Bunny could see the tears present in his wide frightened eyes.

"Ey Jack" Bunny called again, hoping to get the winter spirit's attention. "Shh, hey it's alright, I'm sorry I didn't mean any of it."

"STOP IT!" Jack spat angrily as he clutched his ears and shook his head, his quivering voice echoed the dome walls, tears continued to flow from the corners of his tightly shut eyes The cold wind howled violently around them and it suddenly grew colder.

"Jack" Bunny tried to reach out but the winter spirit scooted away even further.

"I thought you were different" the young immortal said in a soft but pained voice. "I was wrong, you're the same as them you're all the same!"

Bunny had no idea what he was talking about. He knew Jack was acting strange from the very beginning but he never expected to see him like this. He's never even seen Jack cry before, especially in front of him. The winter sprite had a gift for hiding his emotions; he was impressed how he managed to keep himself together after so much years of solitude, but now he broke down, he couldn't hold his emotions anymore because of him.

What sort kind of family was he t him when he just kept on hurting him?

It may be better to let all the emotions out instead of keeping them to yourself, but it just pained Bunny to see Jack curled up alone in that cave silently crying to himself.

He figured the elemental has cried before, a lot of times before, maybe he has been alone, with no one there for him, no one to go to and no one to comfort him.

A pang struck his chest.

Jack was crying because it was all his fault and he had no idea how to comfort him.

"Jack" he tried again.

The hellion used his sleeve to wipe away the tears. He picked up his staff that was propped against the wall beside him and gathered the strongest force of wind. He shot passed Bunny, wordlessly flying out of the warren.

But before he left completely, the Pooka was able to hear Jack's faint voice say, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna come back"

Bunny was confused as ever, what just happened?

Blizzards don't happen because he wanted them to.

Sure he is irresponsible

Sure he could get carried away with his tricks at times.

But he will never kill, he isn't that kind of person and he never will be, even if was angry, saddened or deeply hurt. The other spirits thought otherwise.

They say winter is the season that kills, when morning air was no longer comfortingly warm but biting arctic and nights were so bitterly cold.

People would die suffering the in the gelid snow, plants would shrivel, the grass would wither, the beauty of nature would be lost.

The worst of all was the spirits were blaming him for destroying a year of hard work.

They would always tell him "summer brings them comforting warmth, spring brings them blossoming flowers, Autumn brings them harvest, you're useless you're not wanted here."

Jack would always blame himself for being the bringer of winter; he would always blame the Moon for putting him in such a cruel world, for leaving him alone without guidance of support.

His sadness turns to anger and he eventually releases the range through blizzards and violent snow storms.

It happened the first time he encountered Summer.

It happened the first time he encountered Autumn.

It happened the first time he encountered Spring, the time he first met Bunnymund, the time he caused the blizzard of 68' on Easter Sunday.

He swore it will never happen again, over and over that it had already become more of a promise that he's always broken.

On a cold gray morning when the air was deathly arctic, Jack would stand upon the havoc the harsh winter night has caused, only tears drifting from his eyes, freezing midway down his cheeks and falling into the hardened ground. Snowflakes swept across the land of brutal cold before disappearing into the cracks of the pavement.

Blizzards happen when he was feeling lost and alone, tired of roaming villages on cold starless nights, peering into windows to watch families, feeling the warmth that was never there.

It's funny how someone who could easily be harmed by heat craved for the feeling of warmth. All these years he's felt so cold, he never knew the feeling of being held by someone or the feeing of safeness of having a family. All he knew was wandering in the bitter cold, confused and in addle, his questions never answered. Every step he took, loneliness stalked close behind. He's been alone all he could remember, he longed for attention.

It was Easter that day and all Jack could do was watch the children's belief spread, wondering when they will believe in him.

He couldn't bare holding in the pain any longer, he didn't want to be invisible, he wanted to be believed in, he wanted the other spirit's attention, because it's the only proof to convince himself that he's not a ghost.

He created a blizzard

But Bunny hurt him in return

Bunny hurt him over and over and he just pretended to take it as a joke, but deep inside he clung to every word he said.

Jack built a dam around his heart after the blizzard of 68, thinking there's no one he could trust. He believed the other spirits would never hesitate to hurt him and there was no one here to care for him. But at times that dam would constantly breakaway, his heart slowly opening up again, masking away the fear and frustration from the years of solitude.

Whenever his hope is built up, in the end it was always shattered to bits.

What he learned from, first time he was chosen as a guardian, what happened last Easter and most recently the events that happened in the Warren.

He should never have opened up to them….

They're all the same…

This is only gonna last up to 2-3 chapters. Originally it was a one-shot but it seemed to be getting TOO long.

Anyway, Hi I hope you guys still remember me :D I haven't published anything in a while, and I am doing an absolutely horrible job at updating my current in progress stories. It feels good to publish something new again XD The next chapter will be up soon (I hope) it depends on how much school is gonna throw at me next week.

Thank you for taking time to read this, reviews are very much welcomed and I hope you have a good day :D

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