Hello! this is my first RotG fic, and my longest one yet by far, and im writing this pretty fast. i already have six chapters written, so ill put those up:) Enjoy!

Jack Frost. Immortal. The spirit of Winter and fun. The creator of snow days, snowball fights, snowmen, he was practically Winter itself. But what is Jack Frost? An immortal spirit. But underneath that...

Jack was resting in Norths workshop, when Tooth approached the chair he was slouched in. She had a stern look on her face, and so did the fairies buzzing around her head.

"Sup, Tooth?" Jack asked, casually. She gave him a death glare.

"Did you steal your teeth again?" She was deadly serious, and Jack could tell he wouldn't be able to worm his way out of this one.

"Steal is such a strong word. I just borrowed them..."

"Why, Jack?

"Because I like looking back at when I was human. I mean, I love being a guardian, but sometimes..." Jack stopped and took a deep breath. Tooth finished for him.

"You miss it. Being human."

"Yeah..." Jack sighed again.

"We all do Jack, it's not just you. But, we're guardians now, and we can't get distracted by things like that. Ok?"

Jack huffed. "Ok."

He was thinking about just that as he spread the frost across the lake in Burgess. No, not the lake. His lake. He came to rest on one of the low branches of a nearby tree, and examined what he thought of as his kingdom. He loved being a guardian, and he loved being immortal. Humans were too delicate, it only took a little bump to shatter a life, and he was too dangerous to have death an option. Then he heard a noise from across the lake. That's when he saw the dark shadow creeping across the ice. "Pitch," he mumbled under his breath, and darted out to the middle of the lake.

"I know your there Pitch!" Jack yelled. "Best come out now!" He turned around, following the twisting shadow. He heard a dark laugh.

"Ha! Jack Frost! How long has it been?" Said a cold voice. Jack, of all people, was adapted to the cold, but this sent a shiver down his spine.

"What do you want, Pitch?!" Jack yelled, a little too screeched for his taste.

"You."

Suddenly, the black shadow engulfed him, and Jack was restrained, finding himself unable to move. He felt things wrapping around his wrists, then his legs, and slowly swallowing the rest of his body. Jack could see nothing but black, to the point where he wasn't sure if his eyes were open or closed. He could feel himself moving, spinning, turning, the shadows retching him into different positions. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, and he hated that. He needed to be in control, he needed to be on top of the situation. He struggled as much as he could, be he knew that he couldn't escape. "This is it," he thought, "This is the end."

Suddenly, he dropped to the ground, and the darkness disappeared from around him. "Good luck..." Was the last thing he heard before he passed out.

Jack woke up at the side of the lake he passed out on. He smirked to himself feeling cocky about his escape. "Ha! I showed him. He isn't going to kill Jack Frost any time soon." He stood up and brushed himself off. He picked up his staff, and tapped the icy lake beneath him. Nothing. A puzzled look crossed Jacks face, but he shrugged it off, and called for the wind. He jumped into the heavy breeze, waiting for it to carry him away. Instead, to his horror, he fell face first onto the ice of the frozen lake. Gripping his head, and pulling himself onto his feet, his walked across the lake and over to the group of houses. Jack wasn't having a good day, so he thought a trip to see one of his favourite kids, Jamie Bennett, would make him feel better. He was walking through the string of houses, passing the many kids and their many snowball fights, wishing he could join. But his head really didn't feel up to it, so he just kept going towards Jamie's house. He stopped when he got there, and called the wind to take him to Jamie's bedroom window. But, again, nothing happened. Jack was starting to get worried, but convinced himself he was just having a bad day.

Since he couldn't get the wind to carry him to Jamie's bedroom window, he decided to climb up himself. He reached Jamie's bedroom, and saw that the twelve year old wasn't in there. Jack was just about to go insane, having nothing gone right for him today. He turned to climb down to the ground again. He jumped, and, as his feet left the ledge they were resting on, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He literally did a double take, and had to check what he saw again in a different window. Jack couldn't believe what he saw. And neither could the brown haired, brown eyed reflection staring back at him.

"Wh-What the!? Wh-What's going on!?" Jack said, inspecting his face. Holding from different angles, pulling his hair, looking into his eyes, for any sort of definite sign of what he thought he saw.

"What the hell happened?!" He yelled. That's when he noticed the people. Everyone around him, adults and children, had stopped to stare at him. He glanced round at them all, shocked they could see him. It took a few moments for the full effect of the situation to dawn on him. He was human again.

Did you like it? Like I said I have six chapters written, and I'm writing more. But since it takes time to write, should I upload a chapter a day or just upload them all at the same time. hope you enjoyed it, and R&R!