phantom010

This is a fanfiction based on the Rise of the Guardians movie, which I do not own. I'm Canadian; the brief reference to temperatures is in degrees Celsius.  (Water freezes at 0°C, and a comfortable room temperature is 21°C.) Southern Winter Can I bring winter to the south? The thought still skittered around Jack Frost's mind even as he tossed more snowballs to his Norwegian friends.  Summer vacation in Svalbard on the last few days of April, still below freezing and no sun for at least another week. A snowball exploded against the back of Jack's head.  Asbjørn, 11, first met this year.  The spirit laughed, using his staff for leverage as

Believe Burly arms tattooed NAUGHTY and NICE faced the crackling ice. "You were passed out on streets of Santiago!" Yetis were barely attentive to their work, tiny elves clustering near for warmth. "I was sleeping!" Large iridescent wings buzzed ceaselessly, little faeries following them left, right, and left again. "You didn't wake up when Sandy found you!" Little hands tucked under a chin, usual smile absent. "I was tired!" And, just now entering the room, green eyes took in the scene. "Oy, ease up mates, some of us are behind the times." Nicholas St. North's mouth twitched.  Jack Frost watched warily as the man breathed in deep

Africa "Dad, I was fine after a few hours," Jack insisted. "Yes, but you would say so even if weren't," North pointed out. "Would you still think I needed to recover if I dropped another blizzard on you?" Santa laughed.  "No, but you would be shoveling till arms had real muscles." The teen groaned as Sandy's plane took off again.  He still waved to the residents of the Workshop, though, despite having been stuck there for two entire days. Dream sand planes definitely flew fast; the sun was rising in reverse.  Jack grinned at the effect of flying east and leaned to the edge of his seat, waiting for the water to give way to his first view