A/N: So yeah, this is my first ever attempt at writing a RotG story, so hopefully it's not terrible. I saw the movie and Jack Frost is freaking adorable and therefore I must do awful things to him because of reasons that probably have a psychological basis but you know what I don't care. I love it. And I hope you do to. :) Reviews are very much welcome and will be responded to, so that's that, and enjoy! Have the next chapter up as soon as possible. ^-^

Everyone noticed when it stopped snowing. It just happened one day, out of nowhere. It got cold, sure, but it just wasn't the same. Something was… different, wrong. Something was missing. The other Guardians noticed, of course, and they were all at the Pole before North even needed to call them.

"Where could he have gone?" Bunny asked in exasperation. "It's January; he's usually bouncing around North America like a Ping-Pong ball."

"I do not know," North responded, "but something is wrong. He should have been here by now. And he should have been making snow." In truth, none of the other Guardians had seen Jack for a while. It was winter, after all, and he had a lot to do; besides, the boy came and went as he pleased, no one could stop him even if they tried (and it only took once to realize that you didn't want to). But still, it had been too long.

"He stopped making snow the day before yesterday; where could he be all this time?" Tooth sounded worried; her mothering instinct was kicking in strong.

"I don't know, but we will find out," North responded. He drew himself up to his rather considerable full height. "Tooth, have all your fairies search for him; I will send out the yetis." Suddenly Sandy flashed a picture of a full moon over his head and pointed towards the skylight. The Man in the Moon was sending them a message.

"D'you think he knows where Jack is?" Bunny asked.

"He must," North replied, "or at least what has happened to him." They gathered around the patch of light, waiting to see what Manny had to tell them. A figure emerged, carrying a tall hooked staff. "Jack," North muttered, glancing at the others. Suddenly a sheet of darkness covered him, swirled together tightly, and then vanished; Jack had vanished with it.

The Guardians looked at each other; everyone was thinking the same thing but no one wanted to say it. Finally, Bunny growled, "Someone took him." He looked at the others; he did a good job of pretending he didn't care about Jack but everyone who knew him knew it wasn't true. North nodded slowly.

"Yes, but the question is, who?"

"Oh, let's see, who do we know who's got a personal grudge against Jack and lives in darkness?" Bunny retorted. Sandy looked at him with concern, a sand image of Pitch Black floating over his head. "Exactly; I say we go and shake him by his ankles until he tells us what he's done with Jack."

"Sandy and I will go have a talk with pitch," North broke in. "You go with Tooth to where Jack was last. See if there is any sign of what happened." Bunny clearly disagreed with him, but (ever so reluctantly) obeyed North's order. He and Tooth sped off, taking one of Bunny's warrens to northern Saskatchewan. Jack had been making a rather interesting snow storm until he had abruptly vanished, and that was as good a place to start as any.

"Well, hello, Sanderson, I wasn't expecting to see you here so soon," Pitch drawled. "And North, too! So, why have I suddenly become so lucky?"

"No wasting time, Pitch," North growled as he and Sandy strode up. It hadn't been hard to find Pitch's lair, not with Sandy looking for him. Somehow, the spirit who made dreams always seemed to know where to find the spirit who made nightmares. "Where is Jack?" Pitch raised an eyebrow.

"How should I know where the boy's run off to? Why don't you just follow the blasted snow?"

"He is missing," North retorted. "Not just missing; someone has taken him."

"And you think it was me, is that it? Well, as much as I really would love to say otherwise, I had nothing to do with it. He must have gotten on someone else's bad side this time." Sandy glared at the nightmare spirit and North looked fit to kill. Pitch's attitude needed a little adjusting, and he was getting severely tempted to call Bunny in to do it.

"Pitch, give me a straight answer or I will let Bunny come down here. You are lucky I kept him away this time." The deadly serious tone in North's voice convinced Pitch that he was not in fact lying- not even a little tiny bit. The nightmare spirit sighed.

"I don't know; contrary to what you might believe, I don't have a hand in everything that goes wrong." Seeing the look on the Guardians' faces, he backtracked quickly. "Alright, alright, I'll ask around, will that do for you? Just give me a minute." He turned abruptly and swept off to some corner of his lair, vanishing from sight. Sandy looked at North, and sand image of Pitch, an open door, and a question mark flashing overhead. North shook his head.

"No, I do not think he will leave; he knows that we will all come looking for him otherwise." About five minutes passed before Pitch returned, face giving away nothing. Finally, Sandy flashed a question mark over his head, giving Pitch a pointed look. Pitch scowled back.

"Well, I don't know where he is, but I can tell you who took him."

"Who?" North asked shortly.

"You're not going to like it…"

Jack opened his eyes slowly and groaned. It hurt; he couldn't even be more specific than that because everything hurt. He eased himself into a sitting position and hazily took in his surroundings: one room (a little on the microscopic side) with bare walls and one door. No furniture, and the only illumination came from a small slit near the ceiling that let in distilled sunlight. All in all, not a friendly place, and not one he expected to be owned by a very friendly person. But the question was, who was that unfriendly person? Jack racked his brain, trying to remember what had happened. He'd been in… Saskatchewan, that was it, working on a good snow day for the kids there.

The next thing he remembered was being knocked out of the air and hitting the ground hard, all the breath driven out of his body. Then, something leapt, pinning him to the ground until he could no longer move. All he remembered after that was darkness. He looked around. His staff was gone, obviously; whoever had knocked him out sure wasn't stupid enough to throw that in there with him.

Sleep, or rather unconsciousness, was pulling at the back of his mind and he knew he couldn't stay awake much longer. It was pointless anyway- he had no way to escape, no knowledge of where he was, and no clue who had taken him or why. All in all, it was big trouble, and he couldn't help a clenching feeling in his gut as he thought of it. He finally gave up and fell back into unconsciousness, but before he did, he could have sworn that he heard the door open, and his captor come in.