A/N: I'm baaaaack! With the success of my last themed story, here comes another! As the title and summary say, it's an Easter themed story that will be updated daily until Easter (Hopefully. . .*Crosses fingers*). There is no romance, but quite a lot of family Guardian moments. Oh! And fluff! Fluff, fluff, fluffy fluffed fluff. . . . . It is rated K+ for the angst in later chapters, and for my paranoia.

Daily words are somewhat randomly selected from a collection of Easter-y words.
Jack and Bunnymund are the main characters. Varying genres throughout the story.
This should be the longest author's note I post.

Disclaimer: I am not DreamWorks or William Joyce. I have no right to the rights of Rise of the Guardians or the Guardians of Childhood book series. This story is written for fun, and is not to be taken as the views or opinions of DreamWorks, William Joyce, or the cast of Rise of the Guardians. Please refer back to this disclaimer for future chapters.

April 1st

Zeal

A strong feeling of interest and enthusiasm that makes someone very eager or determined to do something

Jack Frost was bored.

This did not bode well for North.

The boy was in his so called "off-season" and while the ex-Cossack really loved to have Jack around, two weeks of a bored winter spirit was a little much. The Pole had been introduced to pranks galore, the yetis were on the verge of a breakdown, and the elves were on a sugar high. So North did the only thing he could possibly think of. He foisted the havoc causing boy onto Bunny.

Jack hadn't really meant to cause North so many problems. It was just that he was tired of sitting and doing nothing. Ah well, now he could go annoy the Easter Kangaroo instead!

As he gazed around the Warren, he couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy. Bunny had an amazing home – not that he'd ever tell him that. What did Jack have? A frozen lake.

The Pooka in question was conversing with North, and kept sending Jack suspicious looks. Shrugging it off, the teen wandered over to a batch of unpainted eggs, poking them with his foot. North turned to leave. Slightly repentant blue eyes watched his back as he did.

"Oi, Frostbite. Leave the googies alone."

"Huh?" Was Jack's graceful reply. He looked down, surprised to find frost spreading at his feet and onto the eggs.

Bunny rolled his eyes at the response and grabbed Jack's shoulder, eliciting a flinch. Ignoring it, he pulled the boy toward his favorite spot on the bank of a river, paying no attention to the spirit's whines of protest.

"Sit. Here," the Pooka pointed.

"Why?"

"Stop whining Freezer Brain, you said you were bored, so you're going to get something to do."

Jack blinked at that before stubbornly stomping to the grassy seat.

Bunny crouched beside him, gesturing to some eggs as he spoke, "I need some help getting the patterns ready for Easter. Just paint these little guys and don't freeze my Warren."

"Wait, what?"

"Paint the googies ya' dingo."

"Wait, you're letting me paint something?"

Bunny just sighed, shoving a paint pallet and brush into Jack's hand before turning and hopping away to work on his chocolates.

Jack blinked as he found himself alone in the grassy area. He looked down at the eggs that were gently bumping up against his leg. He bit his lip, feeling a bit like he just wanted to be contrary and go frost over some plants anyways. But, he had to admit, Bunny's offer to paint was a rare one, and he didn't want to waste it.

He sighed, making up his mind and settling himself against the trunk of a tree in one swoop. He reached out his pale hands and grasped an egg and the brush.

E. Aster Bunnymund was not someone to run from a problem. However, when North had come to the Warren, practically begging him to take Jack off his hands, he'd wanted to sprint away to Manitoba as fast as his legs could carry him. Hoping beyond hope that painting had keep the boy entertained as he finished cooling his chocolates, he worriedly snuck up behind where he'd left the winter spirit.

An unanticipated sight greeted green eyes. Jack was surrounded by painted eggs, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth as he focused on the one in his hands. The Pooka slowly edged his way into the clearing. Jack didn't even notice his presence, too focused on the task at hand. Now able to see the boy's face fully, Bunny grinned slightly when he saw the glint of zeal in Jack's eyes.

Okay, the kid wasn't actually bad at painting.

Aster smiled as the teen continued to work. Maybe he was too focused on getting the details of everything right. It took a winter spirit to remind Bunny of that fact. Painting and Easter were supposed to be fun.

The Pooka settled himself on the other side of the tree, pulling a paint brush out of his pocket.

And if he gently cradled Jack in his arms as he transported him to his room later in the day, not a soul needed to know.