Jack and the rest of the Guardians knew their purpose in the world. To protect the children. But when an old threat returns and threatens to up-end everything that they work to protect, they have to join forces with an not entirely willing spirit. Samantha Gale, Sam for short, was used to being ignored. Children didn't believe in her so she wasn't seen and the other spirits tended to give her as wide a berth as possible. So she accepts it, and does the best job she can with the abilities she has. But when she is blown, literally, into the world that has tried so hard to avoid her and suddenly is a Guardian, she must face a threat greater than anything she has ever seen before. She has to trust in herself, and in her powers.

Talaha is an introvert. But she wasnt aways like this. There was a time when the seer and giver of fate wasn't dark, wasn't mysterious. That was when she knew a boy called Jack. Before he was Jack Frost, Jack was her best friend. He understood her. Until he and everyone else turned on her. Dissapearing for 300 years she meets Jack again to find that he is one of the gaurdians, she doesn't know what to do after he opens up a door she kept closed for 350 years. A threat is rising, and it's more powerful than ever before. Talaha is afraid, the gaurdians are afraid. How can the children be saved by people who are afraid? ROTG/Jack Frost fanfic

Amber Spark has had the power to control fire and heat for as long as she could remember. With a troublesome and dark past behind her she finds herself back at her former boss's call. But what will happen when she meets the newest and hottest guardian Jack Frost?

A Jack Frost fanfic~ ^^

"No, please. DON'T!" My eight year old self begged, grabbing onto his wrist. All the big kids looked at me like i grew three heads. Apparently they don't believe in The Guardians, but I do. I mean, I'm eight years old! "Why not, Em? No one around here believes in me. They only believe in the other four." He replied, almost yelling. My face immeadietly fell. He should know not to yell at a eight year old! shot his face up and looked into my eyes. I noticed tears. His face softened a bit the longer he looked at me, but he was still waiting for my input. I reached my small nimble fingers up to his cold pale face to wipe the tears away, as I stammered out "I-I don't want you to leave. I'll miss you too m-much." "I need to leave, Emma. No one is believing in me" "I believe in you! I believe..." Tears started streaming down my face at this point. I would just miss him so much! "Please don't cry, Em." He hugged me, crying more then I ever saw him cry. Heck! I've never seen him cry! "I-I just have to leave..." He trailed off, trying not to make me cry anymore. "Promise you wont forget me? And you'll come back?" I asked, my voice cracking. He wiped my tears away and smiled a sad smile. "Promise" He held out his pinky and I lightly giggled, making his sad smile grow wider and happier. I held my pinky to his, and we pinky sweared. We looked eachother in the eyes and smiled. He was still crying, as was I.With one last hug, and a kiss on the forehead, he held up his staff and flew to the North Pole. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the day I lost my one and only friend. My Best Friend. Jack Frost.