Holy crap, this was so bad. Who the hell let me on the internet. This is going to be REWRITTEN because you all deserve something well written, and I like the plot. Thanks to anyone who stuck around and can be patient with me. :1

Disclaimer- I own nothing obvs

FROSTED TRUST

He should have known he'd went too far.

Freezing the Warren had not been his intention, Jack had just figured that some eggies could use some frost and sparkles. He hadn't meant for his powers to spike so out of control like they had done so in the battle with Pitch.

Jack just blew off some of the minor power spikes as a side effect of being a Guardian, not seeing it as much of a problem. Sure, he accidentally froze some car doors and creative freak blizzards, but it was nothing major. He never thought that it could cause so much trouble.

Now, as Jack surveys the damage around him, he realizes how stupid he had been.

"I'm so screwed," Jack muttered to himself, feeling panic bubbling in his chest. Grabbing his staff, which was resting against a now frozen tree, he flew above to survey the damage. This was so going to tick off the rabbit, and Jack could do nothing but own up to his disaster.

Hopping out of his tunnel Bunny instantly knew something was wrong when he began to shiver. He cursed himself for leaving the winter boy alone, knowing how easily the boy got bored and knowing full well that their ideas of entertainment were far different. This time, Bunnymund was not going to take this.

The Pooka's gaze soon set on the winter spirit, sheepishly waving to him from the air. Oh, Bunny was going to teach this kid a lesson for messing with his Warren, no excuses this time.

Jack slowly lowered himself in front of the Easter bunny, peeking up at him through his bangs. "Oh, hey Bunny, I uh, did a bit a watering this afternoon."

Bunny crossed his arms. "I can see that, Frost."

Jack shuffled his feet. "So, uh, I should really be heading back to North's. So if you don't mind—"

"Oh no, Frostbite. I have some unsettled business with you." Bunny said, grabbing the boy's hoodie before he could fly off. "This is the third time you've messed up my work this month. You have something to say about that?"

Jack smirked, shrugging out of the Pooka's hold. "I have no regrets for spicing up your garden. If I'm being honest, the snow really livens the place up."

"I'm being serious here Frost. You don't want me to take this up with North, do ya?"

Jack shrugged and tossed his shoulder over his shoulder. "Okay with me, I think he'd be proud that I'm not causing havoc in the workshop for once."

Bunny narrowed his eyes, temper starting to rise. Couldn't this boy see that he's being serious?

"And to be honest," Jack said, "I think you need to learn how to have a laugh from time to time."

That's when Bunny lost it.

"You think everything is a joke, don't you Frost?" He growled. "This is months of hard work. Why can't you learn how to stay out of trouble."

"I've told you guys before, you're hard work and deadlines and I'm snowb—"

"I won't take your excuses this time, Jack." Bunny said, green eyes locked with Jack's. "It's right about time you clean up your act and for once not mess everything up! Who's idea was it to give you any kind of responsibility when you're so immature?"

Jack took a step back. The rabbit swore that he could see the hope draining from the younger's face, as his posture deflated and his eyes shined. The words hung in the air like clouds as Jack's mind processed the Pooka's anger. And in that moment Bunny realized that he may have taken things a step too far in the wrong direction. Bunny could see the years' worth of trust and memories drain fromthe winter spirit as he clung to his staff protectively.

"Jack, I..."

Jack shook his head. "No no Cottontail," Jack wrung his hands on his staff. "I completely get what your saying, so, sorry for messing up your work, and, uh, I'll try not to be too much of a nuisance."

Before Bunny could get another word in Jack shot through one of his tunnels, leaving the Pooka alone in his winter wonderland. And, oh, how the rabbit screwed up.

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It was only hours later that the spirit of winter found himself in Antarctica, surrounded by his pure element. Jack let the wind usher him to a safe spot and set him down of the fine powder. Too many memories were set in this place, and Jack did everything in his power to keep them at bay. The last thing he needed was the reminder of another bad encounter.

Jack sighed and pulled his fingers through the snow. It really wasn't his fault that his powers got out of hand, with all the new believers and constant working, it was no wonder his ice got all malfunction-y. But he couldn't deny that the Pooka was right, he tended to cause more trouble than he was worth, it was about time somebody said something. So, with a tight chest Jack lay in the snow waiting for morning, when he'd hopefully wake up not being a total burden.

But one thing was for sure, Jack Frost would not allow himself to cry. Because it was pathetic to cry about something you've know all along. And Jack, well, Jack had always known that he didn't belong, and so, his cheeks stayed dry, and his heart stayed heavy.

And so I'm super embarrassed about the old version of this. I really wanted to fix this up for you guys, and I hope this is satisfactory; mind you this was written years ago, I should really post this as a new story.

Don't forget to review and tell me what you think!

-C3