Authors Note: This is my first real Rise of the Guardians fanfiction, so all reviews, even flames, will be accepted and to help me make my story better. I have put this chapter to before Jack was taken to the North Pole to become a Guardian.

Chapter I

Jack smiled as he watched the children play and laugh in the snow. This was one of the reasons that he continued doing what he did. He might be lonely, and he might be sad about no one being able to see him, but as long as the children were happy to see snow, then he would be fine, and he would continue with his life of solitude, if only for them.

Jack remembered when he had first became immortal, a Guardian as the Man in the Moon, or MiM, had called him, and he sighed. It had been horrible at first. He had found that no one could see him, no one believed in him except for a breif few. He guessed that being in the English Colonies would do that. He had started traveling around, looking for someone, anyone, who could see him.

No such luck, no one could see him.

When Jack had rememebered that he was a Guardian, and who the other Guardians were, he had perked up. If the legends were true, then maybe they would be nice, and talk to him and he wouldn't feel so lonely.

Again, No such luck, the legends weren't true.

The Easter Bunny had kicked Jack out the moment he had seen him in Australia, telling him to never come back. The Tooth Fairy had done nearly the same, except with her little fairies. The Sandman had asked who he was and Jack had almost answered him when the Sandman had had to go and spread dreams. Jack never saw him again, except from a far, and he seemed to have forgotten he existed. And whenever Jack had tried to get to Santa, he had been kicked out by his Yetis, who had then growled at him something he didn't understand.

He was truely alone in the world.

There had been times when he had lost control of his powers, either by getting too angry that he was alone, or scared that he would be forever invisible to everyone, or just plain depressed because no one believed in him. And it had caused horrible things.

The Titanic, 1912, when Jack had become angry that no one cared about him, and that he would forever be alone in the world with no one to have as a friend, no one to talk to, and no one to tell them how he felt. His resulting anger had made an iceberg he had been on become thicker and taller and the RMS Titanic had hit it. Jack could only watch in horror and cry as it sunk, killing so many people that Jack had lost count. Jack then did what he always did when he scared or when he couldn't handle something. He ran, flew, as fast as he could away.

When Santa had found him days after the sinking, Jack had been antsy, scared and jittery, and when he had seen Santa, he had whimpered and taken off before the Russian man could say anything, confusing the Russian as to why he would seem so scared.

The other time had been on Easter Sunday, 1968. Jack had been scared that no one would ever see him and that he would forever walk the earth as a ghost, and the result of this had been a blizzard, a horrible one. Once again, Santa had found him and had asked him why he had done this. Jack had then created the lie that he had felt like making a blizzard, and had asked Santa if it was wonderful. He was hoping that Santa would say it was, but that he needed to stop before someone got hurt.

God, he was so wrong.

Santa had then told him that it wasn't good, that it was horrible, and that he needed to stop it immediately. Though Jack had expected this, had known it, it had felt like a stab in his chest, in his heart, and he couldn't hide the bitter disappointment and pain. Jack had stopped the blizzard and had left the two, the Easter Bunny and Santa, there as he flew off, and he knew that Santa could see him, but didn't care.

That night, he cried for the first time.

After that, Jack put up a facade, determined not to hurt again. He had been hurt enough, and he didn't want to cry again like he had. The next time any of the Guardians saw him, he was a happy mischevious boy who played pranks, which made them think that Jack would be fine on his own, and had left him on his own. That had been days after the blizzard of 68, when they had gone looking for him. Jack knew that Sandy saw through his facade by the dreams he had every night. The dreams of having friends, a family, or dying and going up to heaven where he could be no longer alone.

But when Jack was alone, with no one but MiM and the snow, Jack would become different. He would become a quiet, respectful, obedient boy, doing whatever MiM wanted, and he would bring winter in silence, only smiling and feeling happy when the kids would laugh and scream and be happy about the snow he brought.

It was because of the kids that he stayed around and delievered winter, why he did as he was suppose to and the reason why he didn't disappear. The kids believed that snow would come every year, and as long as they continued to believe that that would happen, Jack Frost, bringer of snow, fun, and mischeif, would stay around and do exactly that, do as the children wished, and bring Snow, Fun, and Mischeif.