So it's short. And it's my first fanfic. Yeah. I'm mainly looking for constructive criticism, and I really need to know how things sound, so yep. Thanks! I don't have any immediate plans to keep this going, I never do, but Jack and Danny won't really leave my head, so, yeah.

Standard disclaimer: Danny Phantom and Rise of the Guardians do not belong to me.

But if anyone had any information over how exactly one would become the property holder over those without potentially going into debt for life... PMs with relevant info would be appreciated. Like, insanely.

Cool,

Garniella.

Iridescent ice crystals formed off of the ever-weary tree branches, and ice unfurled over evergreen trunks the same way frond leaves unfurled from the center of their ferns to embrace the sun. The magic spread swirling breaks through all the ice. It flicked snow particles over one another, running towards freedom, running for the sake of running. The magic rushed. Jack smiled, and the ice in his eyes sparkled. "Woooohoo!" he shouted, echoing the sound past the moon, as he jumped into the air, gave his staff a twirl, and flew off in a gale of chilled wind.

Jack has come into town.

The clouds thickened with the winter's wind. Tomorrow will be a snow day. He stood atop the small city's only high school, Casper High.

"Lets make it snow," he grinned wickedly, and called the wind to push him through the town as the first flakes begin to fall.

Danny's ghost sense repeatedly went off throughout the day.

"Danny, are you sure it's not just the cold?" Sam asked, concerned.

"No, Sam. I know what my ghost sense feels like. Heh, well—I think—but I'm not going to fall for the cold trick again after Spectra."

"Well, okay... Danny," Sam said, attempting to placate him.

"Show yourself! I know you're there!" Danny was seemingly paranoid again. He moved his head to try and see all the angles around himself, while Sam and Tucker kept their eyes out for any people. They did not need yet another person thinking Danny needed therapy.

Jack, on the other hand, was ecstatic. Here was another kid that knew he was there! It was odd though. Typically they weren't quite around his age. Not a true believer anyways. Jack swirled around the snow into spiral patterns.

"Danny," Sam, ever attentive, remarked, "what if it's a snow ghost?" She stared meaningfully at the ornately detailed ice. There was arranged snow on the ground.

"Heh, next thing you know Jack Frost himself is gonna show up," Danny muttered sarcastically.

A snowball hit his head.

"What?" he shook himself, caught off guard. He spun around to face Tucker. "Was that you?" He accused.

"Hey, nah, man, wasn't me," Tucker held up his hands. He shook his head.

"It wasn't me either, Danny," Sam said, already re-scouting the area, "and there's no one else around."

"Huh," The half ghost hero thought.

A snowball flew at Sam. Danny, Sam, and Tucker all stared at each other for a beat.

"Jack Frost?" Danny asked aloud.

"Come on man, you can't be serious Danny," Tucker whined.

A snowball flew at Tucker.

"Ahah! Jack! Where are you?" Danny demanded. "We don't want any trouble!" he warned.

"I'm over here," Jack called from the top of the closest building. He was sitting on the ledge. "Ha, wow," he said, more to himself, as he stared in awe at them.

"So what do you want?" Danny asked, tensing, already in his fighter position.

"You can see me?" Jack's eyes widened.

"Yeah, ghost, so don't try anything!" Sam yelled.

"Ha, they can really see me," Jack said to himself again. "I'm not a ghost," he said amiably, "I guess I could be, but that's a technicality," he shrugged. With a spin of his staff he seemed to be blown off the roof and slid with the air to land in front of them, half-standing, half-sitting, on his staff.

"I'm the spirit of winter and the guardian of fun," he grinned, "I'm Jack Frost."