Hi guys! This is my first story. I know its not very original but I felt like writing something a bit light hearted to start with. But I'm sure there will be many dark twisted things to follow *sighs at inner evil*. Aaaaaanyway here it is ENJOY!

The invitation came on the 10th of December. It came in the form of a paper aeroplane that made small chugging noises as it went, as if it were powered by clockwork, obviously North's handiwork. At the time Jack was in a tree making frost patterns up the trunk. When he heard the soft chugging in his otherwise silent world, he was immediately curious. He asked his most faithful companion, the wind, to take him up and see what it was. He caught the plane in midair and slowly descended to crouch on a snow covered rock. He cautiously unfolded the paper and with some difficulty –as he hadn't read anything in nearly 100 years- began to read:

Dear Jack Frost,

It is my pleasure to formally invite you to Christmas celebrations at the North Pole, on the 27th of December.

RSVP as soon as possible to confirm you don't have any other plans.

Yours truly

Nicholas St. North

Jack nearly fell of the rock in fits of laughter at the idea that he could have other plans. He re-folded the paper, took his staff and gently tapped the nose of the plane, frost spread from the wood causing icy patterns to cover the plane. He then jumped into the air and threw the plane in the direction of the North Pole and it chugged along back to its maker.

Over the next few weeks Jack was possibly more excited than he had ever been in his 300 years. He had never been invited to a celebration of any kind as Jack Frost. He had got his memories back of spending Christmas and birthdays with his original family but that had been far too long ago. Over the past 300 years he had spent Christmas peering in windows at the happy families celebrating inside and on years when his loneliness grew too much and turned to anger and hopelessness, he would hide away in the tall mountains of the Himalayas and scream at the desolate rocks causing huge storms to deplete his anger.

The thought of actually celebrating Christmas with his new friends caused excited flurries of snow to rise up and whip around whenever he thought about it. As the occasion drew nearer, Jack put his head to the task of thinking up presents for the four guardians he knew would be there, baby tooth and possibly Phil the Yeti, if only he could think of something good. He thought Bunny's should be extra special and a mischievous glint appeared in his eye.

Well there's the first chapter! any comments, reviews, critisizms(how do you spell that?), suggestions anything is welcome! I feel like I should say I don't own Rise of the Guardians as everyone else seems to say that?