Snow falling, falling...
... so tired.
The moon shines bright above the night sky. Snow fall continued on... with some help from the winter spirit himself.
Jack Frost, newly Guardian of Fun for the past three years, flew across the dark winter sky, conjuring tiny flakes to fall and cover the world in snow.
Since reaching Guardianship, the winter spirit had his responsibilities and schedules of when and where snow was allowed to fall pile up on him, especially from North and Bunny's case. A wave of amusement came over Jack, his thoughts drifting to the tattooed Pooka ,who raged at his mischief of messing around with his seasons.
'Oh Bunny,' Jack laughed as he drifted closer to the earth below. 'Life just wouldn't be that fun without you blowing steam out of those big ears of yours, would it?'
The three hundred plus age immortal youth paused from his flying and looked down at a barren land. A few miles inside of Georgia, the winter sprite allowed a smile to etch across his face and his blue, blue eyes sparked with glee.
"Okay," he said to himself as he looked around with a grin. "Time to get to work!"
And work he did.
Finding forest trees, Jack waved his staff and frost flew into the trees, freezing the barks and putting them into a long sleep until come spring. Spotting a large lake nearby, the winter sprite flew over the chilly waters until he came to the center of the giant lake and poked the water. Ina flash, the water froze and spread out large and thickly over the waters until no sloshing water was in sight.
Nice and thick, Jack thought himself, he didn't want anyone having the unfortunate luck of accidentally falling through and freezing to death.
It was hours of work and the sky continued to cast snow fall at Jack's wish, and the boy looked around at his work before giving grunt of appreciation.
"Hmmm... Not bad."
Walking up and down some random hills thick with snow, the white-haired spirit wandered across the winter wonderland until he came across a small forest with not many large trees, just scattered before there was none and the land that had been wheat fields were covered under the heavy sheen of snow. He just flew over the small forest almost two hours ago, eager to spread his cold and get the job over with so he could call it a night. But that wasn't what caught his eye.
Almost hidden beneath the pile of snow, was a dark figure.
A large kangaroo/bunny lying lifeless on the ground.
Jack just stood there for a shocking second. It couldn't be... could it? Just a week ago, the Pooka was down under his Warren, stressing out to the winter spirit that Jack wasn't welcome into the sanctuary if all Jack was going to do was harass him and his poor, helpless little eggs.
"Bunnymund...?" called out with a hint of worry.
And Jack Frost could not stop the fear that clouded over his heart as he raced over to fallen creature and brother-in-arms.
"What was that all about?"
E. Aster Bunnymund, Guardian of Hope and the famous Easter Bunny, sat Indian-style on the ground deep in some part of his Warren. His green eyes narrowed at his work, tuning out the chirping of the little white eggs that followed him around like babes to their mother.
Bunny furrowed his brows, trying to tighten the leather wraps of his boomerang since it had been feeling kind of loose. The continuous chirping made the old rabbit flick his eyes to the one egg jumping on his leg and another on the top of his head.
"You all are getting awfully chatty, ya know." he focused back to his work. "Something on your mind?"
A new but familiar scent reached his nose, his ears catching sound of big feet walking across the green fields towards his direction. He turned his head and watched the approaching figures with some interest and a tiny hint of caution.
Finally, the two large yetis reached him, one large dark brown yeti continued towards him whilst a light colored one stayed behind. Seeing a somewhat serious and unsure look on the brown ones face made Bunny stop his paws from working and look at the large beast properly.
"Is there a problem fellas?" Bunny asked.
The yeti looked like he didn't know what to do, like he didn't even know where to begin. Seeing as how slow this was going, Bunny guessed that the situation wasn't so bad and there was no need for worry.
"If this is another one of Jack Frost's pranks gone wrong, I want nothing to do with it, got it?"
Nicholas St. North, the man that put wonder and gave joy to children with his presents and toys, stood in baffling amazement. There had been moments when North had been surprised and amazed, but this actually took his breath away.
And with Tooth and Sandy's reaction, he knew he wasn't the only one.
"JACK!!" "JACK!" came North and Tooth's cry.
"A little help here!" came Jack's strained voice.
A tiny elf ran past the startled Guardians with ointment and bandages in their tiny hands, running straight for Jack Frost. The winter sprite was standing with all his might and dangerously leaning forward, but prevented himself from crumpling on the ground, to afraid that the person resting on his back would injure themselves more.
Well... not a person exactly.
More like another big rabbit. A big rabbit that was bigger than Bunnymund.