Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians. While I wish I owned Jack, the others are just clueless, so I'm good.

This has been edited by readingislifeblood, who is the only reason any of my stuff is readable.

Fire.

Jack backed away from the orange glow, hiding his fear. Before he got very far, the stupid giant globe stopped him in his path. Had Jack been able to do anything but hide his fear, he would have looked at the "Guardians" in disgust.

First, they send E. Aster Bunnymund to bring him to the North Pole. Then, they shove him into a sack (North's idea. What was he thinking? Was he thinking?). When Jack gets there, random flying things stick their fingers in his mouth.Then they try to make Jack a Guardian without a nice, "Hey Jack, want to join us?" And then the noise. Three hundred years of virtual silence and then trumpets?! Really?!

But that isn't the worst. No, the worst is the fire.

Jack is the the spirit of winter. He makes snow. He throws snowballs. He lives in a frozen lake. He hides in the summer. His name is Frost.

And yet. And yet. And yet, the stupid Yetis bring their stupid fire right up to him. It's a wonder he didn't melt on the spot. These so-called "Guardians" don't know anything. They would probably be a danger to the children they're sworn to protect. At least they stay in most of the time. Recluses.

Did they really think threatening Jack with imminent, painful, death would make him trust and want to join them?

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