"Who is she?" Jack asks again. "I'm Chrissy." I tell him, still not lowering my staff. "Calm down Chrissy..." Manny says.
"Why should I?" I ask. "Why should you what?" Tooth asks. I face palm. "Chrissy..." Manny warns.
I sigh and lower my staff. "So you're Jack." I say. I slowly circle around him. He stands there following me with his head.
I smirk and hook my staff around his neck, pulling his face close to mine. "If you as so much as touch me, I will use this." I warn him.
I release him and walk towards the others. "Why am I here?" I ask them. "Did you have to threaten him...?" Manny asks. "Manny..." I complain.
"Wait, he talks to you?" Jack asks.
"Duh." I say. Seriously people. Chill out. "After all these years, and he talks to you?" Jack asks."Woah, chill out. It's not a big deal." I tell him. "Actually it is." North says. I turn towards him. "What do you mean?" I ask.
"Man in moon only speaks when he chooses a guardian." he says. I laugh. "Well, for starters, his name is Manny. And second, he has always talked to me." I tell them.
"It's true..." Manny says. "But you always talk to me." I point out.
"True... I guess I made an exception." Manny says.I smile and turn towards Jack. "Now you. What's with the crazy landing?" I ask. North chuckles. "That? Oh, the wind kinda went crazy." Jack laughs.
"See... I did something..." Manny says. I laugh. "Ok, so I'm here why?" I ask. "Why doesn't Manny tell you?" Bunny says.
"Ah... yes... that... I have chosen you to be the sixth guardian." Manny tells me. "Me?" I laugh. "Yes..." Manny says.
"What if I don't want to be a guardian?" I ask. "Jack had the same reaction." North says. "Fine. I'll think about it." I promise Manny.
I turn towards Jack, who has moved to stand with the other guardians. "Now, onto another question." I say. "Why does he look so much like me?"
"Oh... that..." Manny says. "Manny..." I draw. "Chrissy... meet Jack Frost... your twin brother." Manny says.
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Jack Frost's Twin?
FanfictionChrissy is your normal 16 year old looking snow spirit. She remembers nothing about her past. No family, friends, hobbies, zip. She has white hair, a blue hoodie, a staff, and brown shorts. Chrissy just wishes she had someone to talk to...