A.N.:: Oh look another Rise of the Guardians fic wow Woff you're on a roll

So if it isn't obvious then lemme tell you right now, I ship FrostBite and I'm proud.

Uhm yeah so I thought to myself, what would it be like for Jack and Tooth to dance or something? Of course the result in my mind just had to be written out.

Honestly I kind of like how this turned out, even if it gets a bit… derpy in some parts. I tried to stay in character as much as I could, but I threw in my headcanon that, while Jack is all outgoing and hot and stuff, he'd still be a bit awkward around a) other people since, hey, he's been virtually alone for 300 years and b) he has no memory of a girlfriend or anything so he'd act exceptionally awkward around someone he liked.

By the way, this was going to be a one-shot, but I got the inspiration to write more dance-related fics for these two, and well, I plan to turn this into a three-shot. If this gets Reviews and some love then I might just do that.

I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it. I think I started this Monday? Wrote it all on my phone, then just transferred to my computer to make some finishing touches. ENJOY.

Frosty Feet

It was a few weeks after the defeat of Pitch Black and still the Guardians had found themselves celebrating. They had gotten together on multiple occasions, even moreso than they had before the ordeal with the boogie man. Maybe it was because of their newest Guardian, the Guardian of Fun, Jack Frost himself. Or perhaps this win had been bigger than ones before, and seemed to demand such a celebration. In any case, none of them seemed to mind much. In fact, each of them - yes, even Bunnymund - apparently found these gatherings enjoyable, relieving. Be it a feast, or a gathering to share tales and reminisce on different perspectives of their deeds, or even "game night" where they would challenge one another to do each other's jobs, what have you, it was nice to just relax and have fun for once.

The first few times, Jack felt pretty eager to spend time with his new found family, especially since the weather found itself dipping into Summer, leaving the Winter fable with nothing to do. Besides, he had been alone for three hundred years. A little social interaction would do him well.

...Well, a little.

But after being alone for so long, while Jack was always willing to talk to someone, he eventually began to find himself a little uncomfortable around his friends. A bit awkward, if you will. He just wasn't too used to so much interaction at one time. No, it's not like he regretted it or anything, or was upset, he just needed a bit of time away from everyone for the moment.

He would find himself occasionally visiting the South Pole, as he had done many times before whenever he wanted to be alone. As of late, he had been there a lot, even for days at a time (which, honestly, was unusual for the free-willed Guardian). He even took to building himself a loft out of ice, so he could make himself comfortable whenever he required rest. No one ever went down there; it was almost like an unspoken understanding between even the Guardians to not pester Jack whenever he was there.

At the very moment, everyone's favorite snow spirit was inside this aforementioned loft. It wasn't too big; while he had considered making it such, even he knew that he pretty much only needed the clothes on his back and his trusty staff to keep him company. So all he really required was a bed, maybe a few lounge spots, and a couple of places to store stuff in case he, well, found stuff to store, which at the moment really only consisted of a couple extra hoodie jackets and some blankets, just in case.

The main room was large and open, shaped circular. The left side from the door had a few shelves and a couple of what looked to be closets against the wall. To the right, a sitting area, complete with one love seat and a chair. And across from the entrance was a rather large bed. Everything in sight was sculpted from shining, light blue ice, save for the few quilts and pillows on the bed - there to provide comfort rather than warmth, of course. The floor was covered with a carpet of snow, so-to-speak. The walls had a few holes covered with transparent ice, a substitute for windows, no doubt. The door itself was sealed and basically morphed into the wall, requiring Jack's aid in opening it.

Jack Frost himself sat cross legged on the bed, facing the wall against the headboard and staring through a window there. His arms were propped on the sill as he calmly studied the snowflakes naturally fall outside. He had awoken just a few minutes before - this was pretty obvious due to his lack of a hoodie and more-ruffled-than-usual hair - and found himself a little too tired still to get out and about.

Well, a little was a bit of an understatement. He drew his gaze away from the window, before he rolled over to plop back down on his stomach lazily with a huff of exhaustion. He closed his eyes. He didn't really have anything to do right away, anyway. Just a few more minutes...

...Before the sound of a delicate hand banging on the door snapped him back to attention.

Groaning in protest, he forced himself to roll onto his back before sitting up, throwing his legs over the side. He had to emit a large yawn and blink away sleep. The knocking had not ceased yet, which he acknowledged with annoyance.

"Just a second," he mumbled almost incoherently, before he stood slowly, grabbing his staff from its place at the side of the bed.

With a small swipe of his staff, the sealed ice door slid open, and he was greeted with a chilling wind - one that felt rather refreshing against his bare skin - along with the sight of the last person he would have thought to come here.

"Tooth?" Jack said in surprise, blinking a few times to ensure his exhaustion wasn't tricking him.

"Jack!" his fellow Guardian exclaimed, her shaky voice lit up and laced with relief, yet bubbly as ever, if not moreso. The bird-like fairy was hugging herself tightly in the cold, her wings beating as fast as possible to prevent the delicate membrane from freezing in place, while her feathers were ruffled and twitching. Before Jack could say much more she began to blabber, words pouring out one after the other so quickly it was almost hard to keep track of what she was saying."I knew this was your house! I mean besides the fact it's the only house within, like, miles out here. And its made of snow and stuff. My fairies told me where you lived down here so I knew just where to look. Luckily I managed to find you easily, because it's kinda hard to get around out here, you know, with the fog and snow and ice and snow and Jack can I please come inside its really really really cold out here."

"Yeah," he said quickly, still a little dumbfounded but able to see her uncomfortable position with ease. He stepped out of the way, and without hesitation the Guardian of Memories zipped past him and into the still-cold-but-not-as-bad-as-outside loft. She landed on her feet, beating her wings and shaking her feathers in attempt to warm herself up. She rubbed her hands together and blew her warm breath into them. "Thanks," she said shakily with relief.

"Uh, yeah, no problem. Tooth," he began, closing the door once more to keep the freezing breeze out."What are you doing here? It's way too cold for you." He walked across the open room to one of his closet-like storage areas, searching the shelf for something to give his friend to keep her warm.

"Oh," she began modestly with a shrug of her feathered shoulders. "Well, we kinda noticed you being away and everything. And North was worried and wanted to find you but was all busy. So is Sandy, you know, doing what he does and all. And Bunny- well, he didn't care actually. But I had some free time. Sooo I decided to pay you a visit!"

He grabbed a quilt that he had collected on one of his runs. It was made of a soft blue material, with snow flake designs on it - obviously the reason it caught his eye. The fabric was covered in a layer of snow, so with a touch of his hand, it all fell away and onto the ground. Satisfied, he turned and, spreading it, rested it around her shoulders, to which she grabbed onto it thankfully.

"Why are you guys worried about me?" he continued the conversation, turning about to settle on the edge of his bed before setting his staff down in its place against the bed. "What's so weird about me... Well, being alone?"

"Oh! Uhm..." she trailed off, glancing away awkwardly as if she realized what she was saying was stupid. "Well, I don't know. Maybe because we've all been hanging out and you fit in well with us and, uhm, you kinda, like, vanished. North figured you were always one for parties and stuff, and well, you know him, he'd throw as many parties he wanted for any of us. We all figured it wasn't like you to, y'know. Miss one." She offered an apologetic smile, deciding that her reason for visiting was sort of lame, but it was a bit late to fix that now.

Jack had long since broken into an amused grin, and when she was done, he huffed a snicker. "Tooth, I'm fine. And it isn't you guys. I just, wanted to be alone a bit." He shrugged. "Too many parties and crowds and fruit cakes. I needed a break."

Tooth twitched her feathers in understanding before they flattened a bit. "Oh," she said slowly.

"Hey," Jack added hastily as he took her tone as crestfallen. "I'm not annoyed or anything. I'll be back at those parties before you know it."

She nodded, smiling again as her feathers fluttered in content. "Okay!" Her tone was cheery again, yet awkward. "Well, uhmm... I'll leave you alone then. Uh, see you around Jack!"

She swiftly slid the blanket off of her shoulders and moved to set it back down on the shelf in the closet. Jack tensed suddenly as he blurted, "So soon?" Tooth looked to him in confusion, and he cleared his throat to elaborate more. "I mean, you just got here. You can stay, if you want. For a bit." He forced himself to shrug cooly and went on in a nonchalant voice. "I don't care."

Her fuchsia eyes lit up notably, and the feathers gracing her face perked giddily. But, catching her own swift happiness, she forced herself to calm a bit, and her feathers once again lay flat. "Well, I am kinda tired from the flight here," she said casually, hugging the blanket to her chest. Hesitantly, she added, "You sure, though? You look kinda sleepy, Jack."

"Well, I was," he admit, running a hand through his silver hair, partially in attempt to make it a bit neater.

"Mhmm." Tooth was eyeing the boy with an amused glint in her eyes. He returned the stare obliviously, smiling lightly.

Then he realized he was still shirtless. Cursing in his mind at how inappropriate this was around a lady, he stood quickly, grabbing the hoodie that he had lazily thrown on the floor the night before, and pulled it over his head.

His frantic, obviously embarrassed movements made Tooth giggle. Sure, she noticed how casually dressed he was once he answered the door, but at the time she was too cold to really care. And clearly he had been too tired to really care, until now.

He smoothed the hoodie a bit once he had it on and brushed off excess snow, looking up at the fairy to offer an embarrassed smile. "Well, uhm." He glanced about, before throwing his arms up in a presenting gesture. "Welcome to my home. Not much, but enough for me I guess."

She looked around the small room. "Lovely," she offered politely, with a bit of a giggle.

"Yep. Oh, you could have a seat, if you want," he offered, gesturing to the sitting area.

"Oh, okay!" She thanked him and fluttered over, settling on the love seat before wrapping herself in the quilt again. Jack leaned against the chair across from her, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "I'd offer you something, but, I don't really keep any real food here. So um... snow cone?"

She shook her head, smiling cutely. "That's sweet. No thanks, Jack."

He nodded to her, before the room grew silent. She had glanced downward awkwardly, her feet suddenly very interesting to her. Jack stared at her, feeling a soft smile stain his face. She looked kinda adorable sitting like that, wrapped up in a blanket and awkwardly shuffling her feet against the snowy floor. He admired how her colorful plume contrasted the monochromic blue of his home. And her extravagant appearance just complimented her beautiful personality so well. She was really a wonder.

He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't necessarily noticed that she had been returning his stare until she broke the silence, her tone a bit hasty. "So! Uhm, what do you do for fun around here, Jack?"

He immediately looked away, suppressing the icy blush that began to grace his pale cheeks. "Oh, well, I usually like to hang around outside," the winter spirit covered quickly, instantly returning to his characteristic playful nature as he stood up straight, pacing around and using exaggerated hand gestures to emphasize as he spoke. "Down here, I can do pretty much anything, really. Make the most hardcore blizzards. Or the coolest ice sculptures. It's pretty awesome."

"Wow!" Tooth squeaked excitedly. "Beats what I do at the palace whenever I'm bored!"

Jack became interested almost immediately, looking back to the feathered woman with his eyes bright and curious. "What would that be?"

"Oh!" Tooth giggled. "Well, it's silly, but... I tend to just... dance around."

"Dance around?" the winter spirit echoed, eye brows raised.

"Like an idiot!" she confirmed with a laugh. "I used to do it all the time as a kid, and I still love it!" She pulled her knees to her chest, her lips pulled back in a wide grin. "Its fun, too. Haven't you ever just broken out dancing before?"

When Jack said nothing and continued to stare, Tooth gasped dramatically. "Oh, Jack! Do you not know what dancing is?"

"Oh, no, I do!" Jack ensured swiftly. "I just, uh..."

"What?" she prompted.

Jack knit his brows together, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. How could he tell her? He wasn't necessarily worried about offending her, but of being embarrassed over all. See, our Jack Frost here has never danced before. He didn't even know how. He always watched people dance with partners at parties or something, and sure, he tried it, but he always ended up stumbling or distracting himself by causing winter winds to spiral around. It had left his mind for quite a while, until now of course.

He reluctantly said, "No, I've never done that. In fact, I, uhm. I've never danced, period."

"Never danced!" Tooth exclaimed in shock. "But dancing is so magical, and fun!" She hopped to her feet, abandoning the blue blanket as she fluttered over to him, grabbing his hands before he could protest and started tugging him to the more open area of the loft.

"H-hey!" Jack stammered in surprise as she tugged him, nearly losing his footing.

"Let's dance!" she decided with a delighted giggle.

Jack tried to pull away, feeling his face flush a soft purple in embarrassment at the situation. "But I don't know how, Tooth!"

"I'll teach you!" the colorful Guardian insisted.

"I don't know..."

"Come on, Jack! It'll be fun..." Tooth gave him her biggest, prettiest pleading eyes she could manage as she stressed the word 'fun' just for him. He stared back, then sighed in defeat. How could he say no to that? "Fine," he murmured with mock annoyance, smiling softly. "What do I do?"

She emit a small yip of triumph before releasing his hands. "Well, you just kinda... Well, dance!" Giggling, she twirled around giddily, circling the white haired boy as she did so. He turned about to keep an eye on his playful friend, an amused smirk on his face.

But after she revolved around him a few times, she stopped. "Well, try it!" she pestered, gesturing with her hands.

His eyes widened, feeling that trace of awkwardness return. He wasn't sure how to proceed, and he definitely didn't want to try and make a fool of himself in front of Tooth. His icy gaze shifted to the ground. "Well, I, uh..."

Tooth shook her head with a smile. This uncertainty was very unlike Jack, and seeing him acting all flustered was extremely cute. She grabbed for his hands again, landing on the ground as she did so. He looked back up to her.

"Uhm... You just, kinda..." Her brow furrowed as she stared at their entwined hands, trying to think about how to proceed more slowly. She never taught anyone something like this before. She glanced back up to him as an idea entered her mind. Grinning mischievously, the Tooth Fairy, holding on tight to the Guardian's hands, began to spin around as she had formerly been doing, taking him with her. Jack gasped and stumbled a bit at first, but quickly caught his steps as the fairy twirled the two of them around. Meanwhile, the Guardian of Memories had long since broken into an endless fit of laughter, one that, after he had gotten the hang of his footing, Jack eventually joined.

The two of them spun around mindlessly for a few moments, before they released each other, both spinning individually due to the force they had caused. Jack, feeling dizzy, forced himself to a halt a little early, but his laughter had never ceased. He looked to Tooth as his vision leveled out; she was twirling on her own before she, too, stopped, swiftly turning about to flash a wide grin at Jack. She fluttered over to hover just infront of him, her hands and knees pulled to her chest midair.

"You did it!" she encouraged happily and offered a small applause.

"I guess so," the winter spirit huffed, feeling a spark of pride, despite the fact he had direct help.

Tooth giggled as she landed back on her feet, beaming up at him still. Her multicolored feathers twitched in pleasure, and her unique eyes glittered even in the dim light. Again, she looked extremely cute to Jack, and he couldn't stop his eyes from remaining glued to her face, which was flushed slightly after their little scene.

It took only moment for his staring to register in Tooth's mind, but this time she did not feel the haste urge to draw his attention elsewhere. Rather, she found herself drowning into that icy gaze of his, her giddy smile slowly fading to a more seriously affectionate expression. She found herself unable to look away. Not that she wanted to, anyway. I mean, what would you do if your extremely handsome crush was just inches from your face and staring deep into your soul?

Instinctively, Tooth felt her face ease nearer, closing the distance between them ever slowly. Was he doing the same? It was hard to tell, but she didn't really care.

Suddenly, to her disappointment - and unbeknownstly to his own, as well - Jack jerked away hastily, forcing himself to look elsewhere. "Uhm! Well, that really was fun, but I, gotta, uh... I gotta go, cause snow and, stuff."

"Oh!" She acted quickly, attempting to cover her own equal awkwardness as well. "Yeah, and, I got, you know, teeth to collect!"

"Yeah," Jack agreed. He drew his eyes back at her, attempting a genuine, but clearly embarrassed and apologetic smile with those pearly white teeth. "This was fun, Tooth!"

She smiled back. "Mhm!" She glanced behind her to the door. The winter spirit walked her over to it, before, pressing his hand to the wall, he commanded it to slide open for her. She zipped past him, immediately regretting leaving the warmer state of the loft and eager to get out of the frozen wasteland, but silently upset that their little fun was over.

"I'll let the others know why you've been gone," she informed him, zipping around to face him.

"Thanks," he said. "And don't worry, I'll be back and annoying Bunny just as always," he added with a reassuring grin.

She giggled, then waved to him. "Bye, Jack!" And with that, Tooth was flying off and away, leaving the white haired Guardian behind to wave back until she was out of his sight, her green silhouette vanishing into the grey snow-clad skies. Even after she was far from view, Jack found himself smiling contentedly to himself, feeling an almost alien affection swirl in his stomach. He wasn't necessarily sure what it was or what it meant... Sure, he cared for Tooth, very much so. And it was no secret that she reflected these feelings gladly.

But was there more to it than these little moments they had together, every now and then? Did... Did he want something more? Did she?

His brow furrowed in irritation at this new found conflict. He never really gave their relationship much thought before, and now that he did, it sort of hurt his head to think about. The boy had never really come across feelings like this before - as far as he could remember, of course. And now, this affection he felt toward his fellow Guardian both thrilled him and confused him at once. He wasn't sure what to think or do about it...

Shaking his head, he forced it to the back of his mind. Now isn't the time for upsetting himself over dumb thoughts, he concluded. Rather, he can go about his day, reminiscing on the fun he had just had with Tooth and looking forward to the time when they can dance together again.

A.N.:: That's it. Thanks for reading bros. Feel free to send a Review my way, tell me what you think. Faves and follows are nice and all, but it's the Reviews that really keep me going.

-Woffreen