Author's Note- Hey everyone, today I post the very last chapter of the Another Type of Guardian…only a month and a half late…oh well, life happens. A quick thank you to Russia says hello for leaving a review and lets got on to the story.

Disclaimer- I do not own Hetalia or Rise of the Guardian, only a handsome set of reindeer sleigh bells.

The Keepers of the Sleigh

The snow was falling in wet, clumpy flakes. They type that clung to everything and caused heart attacks among people who ignored their physical fitness the rest of the year. Even though this type of snow occasionally killed people, it was usually Jack Frost's favorite type of weather. Not today. This particular evening Jack was finding the thick snow fall down right annoying.

Jack scrapped the snow off of the soggy map that North had given him and tried, once again, to figure out where he was going. This action only managed to smear the ink further, but Jack wasn't quite ready to admit that he was complete and utterly lost. Luckily the reindeer that North had sent him with seemed to know where she was going.

The reindeer, which had a ridiculous Russian name that Jack had given up trying to pronounce hours ago, rested her chin on his shoulder and huffed.

"Alright, alright I am moving." He tucked the map into his belt. "I just can't figure out why North sent me with you. I know he can't use snow globes to get to this place and that he is really busy trying to repair the sleigh right now, but you seem pretty comfortable coming here on your own. You could have picked up the supplies on your own."

The reindeer tossed her head in what Jack suspected was a reindeer chuckle. Then she wacked him gentle upside the head with her antlers.

"Ouch." Jack winced more out of habit then pain. "That was un called for."

More reindeer chuckling in reply, and the graceful animal galloped forward leaving Jake to run to catch up. Then, she froze as quickly as she had start. The only part of the deer that moved was her ears and those barely quivered as she paid attention to sounds that Jack couldn't hear.

"What do you hear?" Jack asked his voice barely a whisper, his hand resting on the deer's taunt shoulder trying to calm her down.

The reindeer made a low grumbling noise and looked intently head of them. Jack turned his attention to the spot the deer was looking. At first he couldn't sense anything amiss in this quiet forest, and then he heard the crunching of snow underfoot. Someone was heading there way and even though Jack Frost was not only mortal, but also invisible to almost everyone he still felt the need to run and hide.

When the source of the footsteps came through broke through the trees, Jack's instinct to bolt intensified. The man was massive. He towered over both Jack and the reindeer. His was clearly muscled under his heavy cloak and he glowered down at reindeer and winter spirit alike. The man shifted his weight and Jack realized that he had a large axe slung over his shoulder. Jack was preparing to fight, when the reindeer did something that surprises him. She approached the stranger, leaning into him as though she was begging to be scratched. The tall man stripped the gloves from his hands and scratched the reindeer along its jaw bones. As he did, he spoke words made no sense to Jack's ears. The Winter Spirit was still nervous but with as the reindeer calmed was Jack had to assume the spectacled giant wasn't evil.

The strange man motioned for Jack to follow, and the winter spirit followed. But even at a jog, Jack struggled to keep up with the stranger's long strides. Eventually all he could do was follow footprints in the snow through the worsening storm. The forest closed in around the Winter Spirit and he quickened his pace worried that he would get lost. The track in the snow had nearly faded to nothing when he burst through a thicket wall and into a picturesque meadow. Grand old pines guarded the perimeter, billowy drifts of unbroken snow covered the meadow floor, and in the middle a cottage stood windows bright and smoke winding upward from the chimney.

"Hello Jack, I was wondering when you were going to visit." The voice startled Jack into realizing that he wasn't alone. There was a slight, elf like man who was watching him with amusement.

"You knew I was coming?"

"Of course." The small man's violet eyes twinkled. "You are a winter spirit and eventually every winter spirit breaks bread under my roof. Plus Chukchi informed me that you were coming."

"Chu…" Jack tried to pronounce the unfamiliar word, then the meaning clicked. "You can speak to Reindeer?"

"Yes, I can speak to them. How else would I figure out which ones have the desire to learn how to fly?"

Jack stared slack jawed a the stranger and then decided he better change the subject. "Why do I recognize this place? I am sure that I have never been here , but it feels so familiar…"

"You are feeling the wonder of the world, happiness of children, hope for tomorrow, peace of restful nights, but most of all the magic of winter." The slight man said motioning at the world surrounding him. "No one has ever figured out why, but there are a few places where that magic bubbles up and creates a hotspot."

"How have I never been to a place like this before?"

"You have." There was a soft chuckle. "The lake near Burgess, you know the one that never thaws, the where you were born into your current form. That happens to be one of the world's magical hot spots. It might not be as strong as the North's workshop or Bunnymund's warren, but it is magical just the same. Normally magical creatures are naturally drawn to such points, but you have proven to be a bit of an exception."

"Why?"

"Who knows?" He shrugged, with a smile that would melt hearts. "I suspect that it might be due to a bad case of wanderlust, but it could be something completely different. You're still pretty young so time will tell."

"F'ds r'dy." Bespectialed giant hollered from the house interrupting the conversation.

"Thank you Berwald. We will be in to eat in a moment." The small man called back, then looked Jack directly in the eyes. "Come and join us for lunch. Once our tummies are full we can get down to business."

In the comfortable atmosphere of the meadow, Jack found he couldn't refuse the offer. So Winter Spirit entered the homely little house that was felt like perched on the edge of eternity.

End Note- Well, that's a wrap. This was my very first crossover fiction and I hope that you enjoyed it. If you have any comments or suggestions that could make the next one better, please drop me a review or pm. Your feedback is extremely helpful.