A/N: Hello! This is my first story. I don't really know if this is okay or not. I just love Rise of the Guardians! And Jack Frost, like my god. *wheezes* I thought it was just me, and then I found out other people like him too, so I decided to make a fanfiction about it. Let me know what you think! :)

[Prologue]

It was dark. Dark and cold. I remember feeling nothing and then feeling everything. I could suddenly smell. It smelled dank and unwelcoming. When I opened my eyes the darkness was replaced by more darkness. I suddenly heard scuffling and then a gasp. I turned my head to the left, unfamiliar with my surroundings. All I remember is the moon told me I would be going on a journey. The other thing the moon told me was that my name is Vanessa Black.

[Vanessa's POV]

Vanessa peeked out her window to see the moonlight streaming through. She turned quickly and ran down the steps to her father's study. She knocked quietly, "Dad?" she practically whispered.

"Come in, sweetheart." Her father said back. She slowly opened the door to find her father sitting at his desk writing letters. To whom, she had no idea. It was not her place to pester her father.

"Dad, the moon is up. May I go out?" Vanessa asked tentively. Her father was very unpredictable. Sometimes he would lash out. She knew he was lonely and sad; something in his past haunted him to this day. Most of the time though, he was very kind to Vanessa. He would give her whatever she wanted and treated her like any loving father would.

"Yes, of course dear. Just remember to stay in the glen." Her father said absent mindly.

"Of course, father". Vanessa said, crossing her fingers behind her back. She ran over to her dad and gave him a quick hug, "I love you dad. I'll see you soon." Her father squeezed her back,

"Be safe".

Vanessa turned away from the large house she had always called home and walked down the short path towards the glen. She was carrying a sketchbook and a pencil. Vanessa loved being able to capture the beauty of winter. Everything seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. She chose a spot on the ground in front of a large pine tree, covered in white. As she began to outline the tree, something swooped overhead, laughing. She looked around curiously, her heart racing. Besides her father, she had never talked to another person. Vanessa had seen them sleeping, but had never had the nerve to talk to them.

She followed the noise of laughter and delight through the woods, pausing briefly to look back at the glen guiltily. She shook off her guilt, reminding herself that she had snuck out before. Vanessa walked a short ways until she was at the edge of a clearing. Hidden behind the trees, she studied the scene before her.

There were many trees and rocks surrounding a small, frozen pond. There, in the middle of the pond, was a boy who looked about her age sliding around the pond on bare feet. He was whooping with joy and would occasionally jump into the air, staying suspended for much longer than should be possible. He would do flips in the air and land gracefully on the ice again. The curved stick he was holding in his hand seemed to guide his every move. Suddenly, without any warning he shot into the sky, away from the pond, laughing and flying gracefully through the wind.

Vanessa watched him leave, then turned and hurried back through the forest to the glen. By the time she returned to her house, the sun was just peeking over the horizon. She waved good-bye to the moon and ran back into the house. Her father was waiting in the living room.

"How was the glen?" Her father asked.

"Oh, it was normal," Vanessa said nonchalantly, "It always looks it's prettiest during to winter."

"May I see your sketches?" Her father said, sitting forward.

"Of course, father." Vanessa said, handing him her sketchbook.

Her father flipped through them slowly, studying each very closely. When he finished, he told Vanessa she had such talent, quite like her mother's. He told her this every time. When Vanessa asked him who her mother was, he turned very quiet and shut himself in his study, like he did every time.

[Jack's POV]

Jack flew through the city, causing havoc as he flew by. Papers went flying, people slipping and pulling their coats tighter around them. Jack only laughed louder and sped faster. He had only been a guardian for about a year, but so far it had been brilliant. Children could see him and he even had a few friends he saw regularly. He waved to some kids as he flew past a park and they all waved back, their cheeks rosy from the cold. The only thing exciting that had happened since their battle with Pitch was Jack himself becoming a guardian. Nothing much had changed except for the fact that he could be seen.

When Jack saw the moon in the sky and Sandy's golden figure begin to guide sand ribbons towards children's beds, Jack knew it was time for the weekly meeting.

"Take me to North's". Jack whispered to his staff. He shot through the air towards the North Pole. When Jack arrived, he met the usual security. "Hey, Phil," Jack greeted, casually strolling in. Phil replied by threateningly punching his fist into his hand. Jack only laughed and rolled his eyes.

He walked into the globe room, banging the door open nosily. The others looked up at him. He received an enthusiastic wave from Tooth, a bone-crushing hug from North, a thumbs-up from Sandy, and what looked like a twitch in his direction from Bunnymund.

"Jack!" North exclaimed, "It has been too long, my friend!" North lead Jack over to the large table, which was cluttered with papers. North pushed Jack into a chair, swiping away the few papers in front of him. Hot chocolate was shoved into his hands along with a cookie into his mouth.

After Jack extracted the cookie from his mouth, he grumbled to North, ""I was here last week."

"Of course!" North said slapping his head, "Well time does fly at the height of Christmas season." North put his business face on, "You are making sure that Minnesota is going to have a white Christmas, correct?" Jack nodded.

"Good!" North said jollily, "Last winter was not funny. It was so muddy out!"

Jack laughed, "It was kind of funny. You slipped in that pile of mud!" Bunnymund hid a snicker, while North glowered at Jack.

"Moving on with the business," Tooth said, quickly changing the subject, "What did you call us here for, North?"

"Well," North said dramatically, "I've called you all here because I don't think Pitch was truly defeated." Tooth gasped, Bunnymund sat up on his hind legs, and Sandy had an exclamation point over his head. Jack, however, shrugged.

"If he is out there, he's not doing anything. Children can still see me, and they certainly can still see you." Jack reasoned.

"That is true," North said, "But, he could be out there planning even worse things for the children. This time he might succeed in his conquest. We would die out and the safety of the children would be lost."

This suddenly hit Jack, "Do you really think it could happen?" Jack asked, slumping down in his chair.

"He almost did last time," Tooth interjected.

"And he could do it this time, if we're not careful." Bunnymund added.

"So Jack, we're giving you a mission," North said, "You must go to this address. We believe Pitch is there. Peek in the windows and try not to be seen. If he is there, come back and let us know. And please, try to be safe Jack." North added, exasperated.

"Is this about that vampire thing? I thought you said go, not wait!" Jack said, annoyed, "Besides why do I have to do this? Tooth can fly, she can do it!"

"Yes, well Tooth actually has a job. You don't. So go." Bunnymund said bluntly.

Jack glared at him but didn't do anything to provoke Bunnymund. "I will be back soon." He said and rocketed out of the room.

"Be safe." North whispered, watching him go.

Should I keep going? Make suggestions! I probably won't be able to update for a little while. (I have AP tests this week :P) Thanks guys! :)

-xoxo bellebeliever8