Yeah… so my first 'Rise of the Guardians' story. Did I tell you I am starting to OBSESS over it? I don't know why, honestly. Lucky to you fan girls, I am not making a girl for Jack Frost… Maybe. MWAHAHAHA!

JOKING! Let's get this story STARTED!

Ch. 1: Why the Snow Cones?

NORTH POLE, 23:08 (I thought this would be good effect)

"Ooh, Coffee!" Tooth chimed as she and Sandman flew over to their Aussie bunny friend.

E. Aster Bunnymund (the Easter Bunny, known as the Kangaroo to Jack) picked up his latté and took a sip. His ears slightly perked up as he sipped the creamy, hot drink. "Hmm. Not bad, mate."

The yeti at the coffee counter nodded. Behind the yeti, little Elves were dancing around and tying the teeny little Tooth fairy's assistances to the reindeer's horns with multicolored Christmas lights.

Jack and North came in through the elevator, holding-

"Snow cones?" Bunnymund threw his arms in the air, after putting his latte on the table first. "Why? We are in the middle of the North Pole! It's….. how many degrees, Sandy?"

Sandy formed a glittering golden thermometer made of dreamsand. It said 72 degrees.

The Bunny slapped his furry forehead. "Outside, mate. Please."

Sandy looked at the thermometer and nodded. With a wave of his hands, the temperature changed to-

"-24 degrees outside, and you bring snow cones? I would expect that from Jacky here-" Bunnymund glared at Jack, who was innocently slurping a raspberry snow cone, then looked at North- "But, you, North?"

North was licking a watermelon- flavored snow cone happily. "Da," He said in his thick Russian accent, "But I couldn't resist."

"We got some for yo-ou!" Jack said in his best sing-song voice. He held up three more. "A grape to you-" he handed on to Tooth, who smiled and gladly accepted it- "A lemon for you, Sandy-" Sandman flew over and nodded to show his thanks- "And to you, Easter Kangaroo." Jack held up a green apple flavored cone.

Bunnymund looked at the cone and glared at the white haired spirit. "You didn't put anything bad in it, mate?"

Jack shook his head vigorously. "Nope."

The Bunny cocked an eyebrow. (Creepy that he does have 'em, mate!) "Any poison?"

"Na-uh."

"Bugs?"

"No."

"Laxative?"

"Nada."

"Ink?"

"Ink's black, isn't it?"

"Some." Bunnymund snatched it from Jack's pale hands and sniffed the cone. Then he slurped it.

Yeah….. short, right? Oh, well. I like doing what I do. I was BORED!

Okay, done.