Disclaimer: I don't own "Rise of the Guardians" or anything of the sort. The only thing I own is the idea behind this story. So there.
The last time someone spoke to him it was to tell him his name. Since then the Moon had ignored him as effectively as a child ignores a single snowflake in their snowman. Humans couldn't see him, hear him, touch him. The children he started snowball fights with didn't know he was there, providing them with laughs and ammunition. The closest thing he had to a friend was the Wind. Try as it might, though, the Wind's embrace wasn't the same as a friend's solid arms around his shoulders or waist.
Even the other spirits ignored him, unless he directly interfered with their holidays or seasons. They only ever yelled at him, though. None of them, not even the Guardians, noticed that he was just a lonely child.
All Jack Frost wanted was a friend. And if no one else was going to oblige him…well, he'd just have to make his own.
A/N: So this is going to be a fic about Jack's 300 years alone. A bit of inspiration came from a story that I can't recall the title or author of (Jack had a tradition of making a Snow People Family every year for Christmas and giving them gifts; Bunnymund discovers it and talks to Jack; they go back to the North Pole where Jack gets gifts and is finally taken off the Naughty List. Anyone know it? TELL ME, because I forgot to fav it and would love to give inspiration credit where it is due.) It will eventually incorporate the film a bit, and then go a little bit beyond, or a lot a bit beyond, depending on how things go. So…ENJOY! *happily cuddles Jack Frost Plush*