Okay, this was the first ROTG-Fanfiction I ever wrote, (now with a few changes) so I figured I would just upload it first. There will be a few more shorts chapters which belongs to this story, but I wanted give you all a little taste first. So let me know what you think and I will soon upload the next part. See you guys!

North threw the large door opened and walked inside the large factory, Tooth, Sandy and Bunny following close behind. The Cossack laughed loudly at the threat finally being over, the rich laughter echoing across the large building. Pitch had been defeated and the children of the world believed once again.

"Let us have a feast, to celebrate our victory!"

The other guardians agreed, for once feeling that they deserved to have a little time off.

"Come on in everyone," North shouted, "Don't let the cold in."

Too late would North realize his mistake with his words.

Jack had just been about to step inside when North spoke but now stopped, his foot hovering over the threshold. His blue eyes were wide, reflecting just how much he had been hurt.

'Don't let the cold in'

He was Jack Frost, he was the cold itself. 'Don't let the cold in' was just other words for, 'Don't let Jack Frost in', a sentence that had hunted him for hundreds of years. And nothing had change, he still wasn't welcomed.

Taking a step back his grip around his staff tightened and tears welled up in his eyes, even when he tried his hardest to stop them.

He couldn't believe how stupid he had been, hoping for something that could never be. He hadn't been welcomed for three hundred years, why would he be welcomed anywhere now? He was the bringer of cold, and no one wanted to let the cold into their homes.

Looking up Jack saw how the other talked to one another, how they laughed with each other...how they belonged together. But Jack knew he would never belong, he was just too different. Jack wished he could, but he knew it was never meant to be.

And it broke his heart.

He wanted nothing more than to belong, to be accepted for who he was. He wanted someone who was there for him, that cared about him. It was all he had ever wanted, even more than being believed in. He wanted someone to care, he wanted a home...

…he wanted a family.

Looking at the others he knew they were a family, they cared for each other. But somehow, Jack couldn't see himself among them, sharing what they had. No matter how much he wished he could.

They wouldn't want him anyway, Pitch was right about that. Jack knew no one could ever care about him, he was just trouble, a mistake. He still wondered why MiM had even chosen him. It would just had been better if he had died that day in the lake.

Hearing the others laugh made Jack drew a shuddering breath, the rich sound making him remember to breath. A single tear managed to slip down his cheek, before he quickly wiped it away.

Taking one last look at what he could never have, he grabbed the doorknob and closed the door, before he turned around and began to walk away.