Yes, yes. I know I shouldn't be starting a new story when I already have two others I'm working on. But "Only Half" is a slow update, considering that I don't really know what the details of the plot will be just yet. So until then I kinda have to wing it. And "Redemption", being a collaboration fanfic, is difficult to get up fast since my two co-writers and I aren't always on at the same time...

So this idea struck me, and I wanted to try my luck at writing with Rise of the Guardians. I haven't worked out all of the details yet, but I feel more comfortable winging this story than my other ones. Please let me know if any of the characters are OOC. Your reviews would mean the world to me.

RotG: Losing Control

The wind whipped delightfully against a frosted and chilled figure - one who, despite the cold front coming in, wore no shoes and little protection from the temperatures. Jack Frost tiptoed gracefully along the power lines beneath his feet, unsure of what to do for the moment. The guardians weren't doing much of anything lately. As a matter of fact, ever since the incident with Pitch a year or two ago, things had become virtually normal.

North had gone back to running his workshop, busying himself that way. Tooth had started rebuilding her palace immediately. Though it had taken months for her to return it to its former luster, it looked even more brilliant than it had the first time Jack saw it.

Bunnymund didn't do much else besides prepare for Easter, or at least as far as Jack knew - or cared to know. And as for Sandy? He was up there in the skies every night, like always, bringing good dreams to kids.

Jack himself, though now ascertained as an official guardian, didn't do much except bring on the cold. He visited Jamie every so often, making sure - jokingly sometimes but seriously others - that the boy didn't forget him or the others. Jack found he had become more protective of Jamie over time, almost as if he needed someone to care for. Like his little sister so long ago...

As it was, Jack inevitably found himself back in the town where he knew the boy to live. Thankfully he hadn't moved someplace warm, like Florida. So he could still promise snow days. He loved seeing Jamie's excited expression when he mentioned it was time for a blizzard. A light one, of course, but a blizzard nonetheless - sure to keep the kids out of school. Granted, they had to help shovel it now that they were a bit older, but that wasn't anything Jack couldn't assist with. Given the condition that they do it "his way" (which mainly consisted of picking up giant piles of snow and transforming them into snowballs fit for an elephant).

He hadn't visited his friend in months, though... He wasn't sure why. He just felt the timing wasn't right. Then again, it had just become winter once more, so that could have been part of it. Just as the winter spirit was beginning to wonder what made up the other reasons, he noticed a familiar array of light in the sky. A gorgeous rainbow of color, bursting from North's palace and visible all the way from here - if only to the guardians.

Jack flew towards it immediately, calling upon the wind and smirking as it picked him up as if he were a feather. Despite the danger that could possibly be coming - the lights meant one thing or another was going to become an encroaching problem - Jack was happy for an excuse to meet up with the guardians again. Well, save for Bunnymund, but even the kangaroo had his moments.

The gusts of cold air tampered with the long white strands of Jack's hair, and they would have stung his face skin because of its velocity - had he been susceptible to it. If there was one thing he could handle, it would always be low temperatures. But as his body clung to the currents of the sky, the sun on the horizon finally and wholly disappearing, something began to feel different.

It wasn't long before he bumped into the Sandman, who hadn't yet started conjuring dreams and was looking slightly disappointed that he would have to leave the children without them for however long they were needed at North's shop. "Hey, Sandy!" greeted Jack, chucking as he caught up with the small golden man. Sandy forgot his mood for the moment and smiled back at the winter spirit, furrowing his eyebrows in determination as Jack showed signs of wanting to challenge him for a race.

The two sped through the winds, and only a few miles from the workshop, Jack was separated from the Sandman. Sandy didn't notice it until minutes after it had happened, and scratching his forehead in confusion, the guardian of dreams backtracked in an attempt to find his friend.

Sandy hadn't noticed. Jack had been pelted out of the sky by something unseen and silent, forcing him into a crash landing with the snow underneath him. Thank god for snow... Jack shook his head, groaning quietly to himself as he tried his best to stand. Thankfully, that didn't hurt much. But what the heck could have been so strong that it pulled him down out of the wind's clutches?

His question was answered when a crinkling laugh pierced the air. Jack froze - no pun intended - on the spot, unable to comprehend what exactly was going on. "No... That's impossible. Y-you can't be..."

"Alive?" answered a silky voice, full of malice beneath its facade. "Quite the contrary, Jack."

Tbc... Mwahaha. Yes, I'm evil with cliffhangers. GET USED TO IT! xD

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