Author's Note: Ok, this idea came to me completely out of the blue. I was just doing some homework, and bam! Anti-Jack Frost idea. Also, I wrote the actual story a while ago, so the story is kinda old, but this AN is new. So here goes, hope you like it!

P.S.- Wind is a girl!

Pitch stormed around his office, too weak to even knock over a table in his rage. Defeated! After all that planning and careful calculation! Now, he had only a handful of Nightmares. After finally reclaiming control over them, Pitch had locked them in a large room at the bottom of the underground castle. Pitch rubbed his jaw where the cursed fairy had knocked out his tooth. Finally, Pitch slumped down in a chair. He would begin to re-plot the Guardian's demise after a nap, and maybe something to eat.

Back at the Pole, the Guardians were celebrating. Their victory over Pitch, the return of the Sandman, and of course, Jack's official becoming of a Guardian. North had gotten the Yetis and some elves to create a lavish dinner for the five of them. Jack felt buoyant and happy. He finally felt like he belonged. Eventually, the excitement died down a bit, and everyone went back to their homes. Jack was considering going back to Burgess to sleep by the lake, but North had other ideas. He laid a big hand on Jack's shoulder and directed him to a section of the workshop that Jack hadn't seen before.

"You sleep here now! We have many beds and rooms for guests. You choose one! Make yourself comfortable, yes?" North said as Jack walked about. North left to see to some things in his office, and Jack went about opening doors and peering into rooms. Jack was ecstatic. His own room? Like, sleeping in the same place every night? Not in a tree or a mound of snow? Awesome! Finally, he chose one that had a large set of windows at the far wall. The wall was curved with the outside of the building, and had a great view of the snowy landscape. There was a bed on the left side of the room with a light blue a white quilt. At the foot of the bed was a storage trunk. In the centre was a smallish table and three chairs. On the left side of the room were a wardrobe and a small fireplace. Like I'll need that he thought. Jack leant his staff against the bed, his bed, and flopped down on it. After a few minutes, sleep took over.

Pitch sat over his desk, rubbing his temples. He'd been over his old plans multiple times, and found only tiny possible ways that he could have made a mistake. No matter how many times he had assaulted the guardians, they had always been able to defend themselves. But this time, it would have worked! If only he had known about Jack while making his plans! Curse the Man in the Moon. Suddenly it hit him. Pitch knew what he had done wrong. Why did it not occur to him sooner? Always he had been attacking the Guardians from the outside in. But what if he needed to work from the inside out? Immediately, his devious mind set to work, formulating the ultimate plan. This time, it would work.

Jack woke to bright sunlight coming through his large windows. He smiled remembering that this was now his room. He sat up and yawned, blinking blearily. He could hear the sounds of the Yetis making toys and machines working. Jack stood, and some gold sand fell from his sweater. Jack realised he didn't really know what he should do. North was preparing for Christmas, Bunny would be repairing the Warren, and Tooth would be too busy to see him right now. Sandy… Jack didn't even know what Sandy might be doing right now. So what to do? Maybe he could go fly around and find someplace to explore. Yeah, that sounded fun. Jack grabbed his staff and opened his large windows.

"Hey, Wind! Take me somewhere new!" he shouted to the air. Jack jumped out of the window, and Wind caught him, as usual. Jack didn't know if Wind was a boy or a girl or what, but it always seemed happy to take Jack where he wanted to go. This time, Wind must have been exploring while he was asleep, because it immediately took Jack south. It was at least a couple hours of flight from the North Pole to Antarctica. Thanks to Wind's magical powers, distance was different for Jack while flying. At first Jack didn't understand why Wind had brought him here. Jack had visited the Arctic tons of times before. Because the seasons here were reversed here, it was sunny and bright. Jack flew across the water, and Wind slowed as they got more inland. Finally, Wind let Jack down, and he looked around, wondering what it wanted Jack to see. Wind prodded Jack forward some, and he suddenly realised what he was seeing.

The water had completely frozen and had created a vast amount of land. This in itself was not unusual. There were chunks broken off in the distance. However, in front of Jack, was an epic formation. It seemed like multiple waves had formed as ice broke off a distant glacier, and the large waves had completely solidified. Jack stared in awe. It was much like a large glass hill that had smaller hills coming from it. There was snow piled around it, and the sun glinted off the ice. Somehow, wind and other natural forces had created a cave-like inside in the curve of one of the waves. Jack entered it through a hole in the side.

The sunlight that came through the ice created dancing patterns on a wall of snow in the back. The floor consisted of hard packed snow, and was fairly even throughout the space. Jack could easily see this as being a private place for himself. Jack went back outside.

"Wind this is awesome, should I tell the others?" Jack said. Wind blew gently to his left. That meant no. Jack had always considered Wind to be something like a faithful pet. Occasionally, he thought Wind might be an actual person, but he always dismissed the thought. A person would be someone. A physical being, wouldn't they?

"Thanks Wind," he said. "Let's go to Burgess now."

Pitch had just finished formulating his plan. It was now all written out in a leather-clad journal. Pitch placed his black quill pen in its ink jar and left his office to prepare for the first step. Pitch went to the large room in which the wrangled nightmares pranced about, trying to find a way to escape. The mares stopped their fussing as soon as Pitch entered. One nickered softly. Pitch turned to her first. Reaching out, Pitch placed his hand on the mare's flank. Suddenly, she froze, and the nightmare sand that made her fell to the floor and dissolved. Pitch continued to re-absorb the energy he had used to create these nightmares. Finally, only one remained. She was the most powerful Pitch had created. He would keep her as his personal steed. The mare tossed her head, and then strutted away from him.

Pitch walked back to the main chamber, where the cages he had used to imprison the Toothfairy's helpers still hung from the ceiling. Pitch glowered at them, and then sent a wave of nightmare sand at the cages, which dissolved into nothing. Satisfied, Pitch turned to the globe that showed all of the Guardian's believers as small gold lights. Pitch saw that there were a few more lights since the last time he'd checked. Turning away in disgust, Pitch concentrated on bringing the shadows around him. He gave the shadows the shapes of men. When the excess shadow had fallen away, there were five black and misty figures standing in front of him. Pitch whistled for his steed, whom he now called Mirtis. She materialized beside him.

Pitch faced the shadow men.

"You are to follow my orders as we work to capture Jack Frost," Pitch addressed the shadow men. Pitch gestured to the globe. A faint blue light sped across it, slowing as it got closer to the town known as Burgess.

"You are to meet in the town of Burgess," Pitch commanded the shadow men again, then turned away and mounted Mirtis. They began shadow traveled to Burgess. Finally, Pitch would put his plan into action. The first step would be to capture Jack Frost.

As Jack landed by his frozen pond, something immediately felt off. Jack glanced around, but everything seemed normal. Jack shrugged the feeling off. Maybe it was because the snow around Burgess was beginning to melt. It was starting to look slushy. Jack looked at the distant clouds and Wind began to push them towards Burgess. In a matter of minutes the clouds were overhead and thick, heavy snowflakes began to swirl down from the sky. Jack smiled faintly. Over the years he had designed allot of snowflakes, but today he was having a hard time enjoying their beauty. Even Wind seemed to be having a hard time getting over the dreading feeling that had come on them when they arrived. Jack wondered if he should visit Jamie but realised that he would still be in school. Jack sighed and headed for the forest. There was a huge pine tree Jack liked to hang out in when he was bored. But then, just as he reached the tree line, five shadows materialized and surrounded him. The looked like men, but they had no features and were much more skinny than human men. Which, obviously, these things were not. Jack went into a defensive position, hi staff in front of him. Wind was agitated and the bows of the trees swayed and dropped any remaining leaves they had. A new shadow materialized; this one bigger than the others. And unfortunately, it had allot more detail.

"Pitch," Jack growled. "It's only been one night and you've decided to get beat up again? I have to say, not a genius move." Pitch scowled and said, "Capture him. And don't bother going light on the damage," Pitch said. He simply sat back on his Nightmare and watched as his shadow men advanced on Jack. Jack charged the nearest one with a shout, giving his staff a two-handed swing. It slammed into the creature and loosed a blast of icy-blue magic. But just like that, the shadow man was gone. The magic's momentum carried it to a nearby tree, witch froze solid. The shadow man reappeared to Jack's right. Wind seemed to be doing its best to keep the other shadow men at bay, but it wasn't really helping. Now they were on Jack, and they were much stronger than they looked. Two grabbed Jack's arms while another forced his staff out of Jack's hands. The two remaining creatures took turns punching his stomach until Jack nearly passed out from pain.

"Enough! I need him at least mildly conscious!" Pitch said. One of the shadow men punched him in the face for good measure before going to stand beside Pitch. The Nightmare tossed her head and Pitch disappeared along with her. Then, his captures, along with Jack, shadow traveled back to Pitch's lair.

If you liked being surrounded by pure darkness and the sensation of traveling through thin air at a hundred miles an hour, you would love shadow traveling. Because the entrance to Pitch's lair in Burgess had been destroyed when the Guardians defeated him (along with several others), Pitch simply went straight to the main entrance in Venice, Italy (I looked it up, apparently that's where the actual lair is). Jack, however, did not enjoy shadow traveling. The shadow men kept a loose hold on him as the rocketed through the darkness. Jack felt like any moment he would be thrown out into the darkness. Of course, it only lasted a couple minutes, as shadow travel is the fastest way to get around, but Jack's heart was hammering almost painfully in pure terror by the time they'd gotten to Pitch's lair. He was waiting for them. As soon as they left the shadows, the creatures tightened their grips on him once again. Jack would have fallen down if not for their hold.

"Put him in the prison I have prepared," Pitch said. He had an uncaring expression as he dismounted his Nightmare. She tossed her head then faded away, probably to graze on some fear. Jack staggered as the shadow men dragged him up a stair case. Two of the creatures held his arms and two walked behind them. The shadow man who had taken his staff walked in front of them. Jack's staff was nowhere to be seen. They reached the top of the stair case. A bridge lead to a small balcony that had a black, iron cage on it. A shadow man pushed Jack through the bars and they all walked back the way they had come. Jack slammed into the bars repeatedly, but it was obviously hopeless. Along with the fear he was experiencing, Jack was seriously angry. How did I let them capture me so easily? He thought. Jack kicked the bars again in frustration. Hopefully the Guardians would notice him missing soon. That seemed to be the only hope he had right now.

Wind Remembers

I never did find out how long I've existed. I should think as long as the humans were around. Usually I was unconscious; I just didn't bother controlling how the air moved. I suppose you could say I was peaceful, because if I was hardly ever conscious, then I never got angry or sad. But I was never especially happy either. As the world got more populated, however, I noticed that it was getting harder to stay asleep.

One day I was blowing around a town by the name of Burgess. It was a time when the humans had begun to travel again. I thought nothing of this town. It was just like many others I had blown past. But on this day, or rather, night, a voice spoke to me. I had heard many voices before, but never communicated with on. So this I found strange. But stranger: the voice did not seem to come from anywhere. At any rate, it told me to stay in the town of Burgess for the next three days. I found this difficult because I was so use to trying to stay asleep. Half the time I would be trying not to drift off (in my case that is quite literal). Eventually, the three days past by (I use to find the passing of time quite fascinating, but by now I am use to it) and I discovered why the voice had wanted me to stay. On the night of the third day, a boy rose from the frozen pond that wasn't too far from the town. I recalled the same boy falling into the pond earlier that day. But this boy had magnificent icy-blue eyes and silvery-white hair. I saw him look up at the full moon and I heard the same voice that had spoken to me, speak to him. It said only two words: Jack Frost.