(A/N) Oh my goodness you people are heartless, I would never kill Jack and not bring him back ; v Plus the rabid fangirls would kill me. Anyways, not matter what feels I caused, I'm glad you're all enjoying my story. Here's the third part, which I'm pretty sure you'll all lik b

It had been three weeks since Jack's . . . accident. The Guardians, due to their mourning, decided it would be best if they all stayed at North's castle for the time being. None of them were used to having such strong feelings of sadness, they needed to be there for each other. Yet even with each other's company, they all had times where they needed to be alone.

North would routinely hole up inside his office, alongside Sandy, and carve ice. He would carve from dawn till dusk, until his hands were red, and he would come back the very next day and begin on a new hunk of ice. Sanderson, being the most cheerful of the four, tried to bring a little bit of happiness to the old man. He would brainstorm hundreds ideas, golden sand playing out scenes of massive birds, tin soldiers, and miniscule dinosaurs. But North, no matter how much he smiled and chuckled at the Sandman, would continue to carve one thing, and one thing only.

Snowflakes.

Snowflakes as big as Sandy's body, and some smaller than Toothiana's teeth. Yet with every passing day, he would create hundreds of these snowflakes, then toss them out the window. It was slowly become a routine. Spend all day churning out snowflakes. Walk over to the window. Throw them out one by one. Watching them soar through the sky, then angle downwards, shattering into a million little pieces before he had the chance to close the window. It unnerved Sandy, but, as always, he said nothing. North and Jack had always been close, since the day those two met. They had a connection. It broke Sandy's heart to see the effect of Jack's loss on the man that was once booming with laughter and smiles, but he knew nothing he could conjure up could quite fill the hole in his heart.

Sandy, though, had been thinking, and had come up with a plan for that very night. He had come up with an idea of how to amuse everyone, but commemorate it to Jack in a way, too. So as day turned to night, he hopped up in front of North as the man finished the three-hundredth snowflake that day and swung his arms, pointing at the window. North, looking slightly amused to Sandy's surprise, folded his arms and stared at the little Guardian.

"What is problem?" the man grumbled. Sandy, frustrated for the umpteenth time that he couldn't speak, just grabbed North's hand and led him out of the office, pulling him towards the hallway leading outside of the Castle. North pulled away slightly, frowning.

"No, Sandy, work is now. Play time later." he muttered, turning around. Sandy, stubborn as ever, did not give up, conjuring up a lasso of sand and throwing it around North, pulling the man back. For a second a flare of anger showed in the older man's eyes, but he only sighed, and followed the Sandman. He knew he would get nowhere if the Guardian was this excited. As they stepped outside, North was surprised to see Toothiana and Bunnymund standing outside, the latter looking extremely irritated.

"You know I hate the cold." the bunny growled at Sandy as he walked by, but the Sandman acted as though he hadn't heard him, and giggled. Soon enough, he had them all gathered outside, the snow continuing to fall.

"So, little man. Why have you brought us outside?" North asked, his tone calm. Sandy let a grin spread across his face, and flopped backwards. He rolled around in the snow, waving his arms, then stood back up again. Mal-formed snow angels dotted the ground, as well as little puffs of golden sand. He stood back up, looking excitedly at the other Guardians around him.

"You brought us out here to make snow angels!?" Bunny shouted in disbelief. Sandy only nodded, his grin stretching wider. "You want us to make snow angels. Are you serious, mate? All of this snow. It just goddamn reminds us all of Jack!" he continued to shout, glaring at the little Guardian. But Sandy did not look distraught, he only walked over to Toothiana, took her hand gently, and gestured to the massive field of white in front of them. The Tooth Fairy, sighed a great big sigh, then opened her eyes.

"All right Sandy. Just this once." she murmured, a hint of a smile tugging at her face. Soon enough the two were rolling around in the snow laughing. Bunny stood with a strange look on his face, then, throwing his hands up in the air, muttering something about throwing eggs at Sandy during his sleep, joined them reluctantly. North was content to sit on the ground, sculpting itty-bitty snowmen, arranging them in all sorts of funny little scenes. The snow had stopped falling a long time before anyone had noticed, and the only thing that pulled the four out their little trance was a weak voice they heard behind them.

"What in the world are you guys doing?"

Four Guardian heads turned around in disbelief, as there, right in front of them, leaning heavily on his curled staff, was Jack Frost.