They say that Jack Frost appears every winter and nips your nose, some say its true, others blow off the adage.
Well, this guardian certainly did exist.
The snowy haired boy was leaning on his staff idly whilst half-listening in on the conversation of his older colleagues. He didn't want to be here today, he sighed. Despite being a guardian and upholding his promises, Jack still disapprove being summoned in to discuss things like any other grown ups had to do. Organization. That term disgusted him. He preferred spontaneous events, they were always fun.
While North vehemently expressed his excitement for his idea of Christmas along with the Big Five's company, Jack couldn't help but notice a single light located on the neighboring
continent. For some unexplaineable reason, he could sense it from a specific gold dot located in the East mountains that a disturbance was taking place in the season. He could feel it with every strand of hair rising from his neck--an unnatura