They say Jack Frost was just like any other carefree spirit.

As he glides on the wind with a staff in hand and spreading snow and frost while his white hair sparkles in the moon light and his bright blue eye gleaming with wonder. A child is what he is. Other spirits disagrees because he was a spirit of the moon, Manny, is what they say. They are right about one thing, but they are wrong on a lot of things.

Every spirit from the summer to Spring; and from every holiday spirit to a Being, were all chosen to be who they are. Every spirit was a person before they are who they are now, even Jack Frost! But from what you are about to discover, is what you are not expecting!

North, or Santa Clause, has had something on his mind ever since he met Jack Frost a few months ago. Sure he didn't know much about Jack, but he couldn't help but think that Jack was different from the other spirits. And it bothered North to the point where he would stop carving doll houses in a huge block of ice and just sit there a think.

"Why is he different?" he asked out loud. "I would ask at the next meeting!" and with that he set to work again, but the troubling thought would not go away. Why is it so hard to forget?!

Frustrated, North stood up and walked to the door of his office and walked out. The Work Shop was a field of colors. Remote controlled air planes flew to and fro up above the Workers and tables that were filled to the brim with toys from robots, to dolls; and from blocks to pillows; and from makeup to art supplies! In other words, it would be a dream if you were a kid, but the most eyes pulling object, The Globe. It was granitic!

It towered over every head and the flying planes barely brushed the tip as it flew past. It was a replica of the real Earth, but the different thing about it was that it had little tiny yellow dot scattered across the surface. They represent the children of the world that believed in the Guardian. The Guardians are the protectors of the children of the world, without them, the children wouldn't have Hopes, Wonders, Dreams, or Happy Memories. And most recently, Fun!

North represents Wonder, the Easter Bunny, or Bunny, represents Hope. Dreams are what the Sandman, or Sandy protects, and the sweet memories are stored safely by the Tooth Fairy or Tooth as she collects teeth from children. And the Fun goes to, Jack Frost, the newest member of the Guradians.

Without them, all the children would have is fear and darkness. No Hope to keep them going. No wonder to help them find their way, and sweet dreams to fight the nightmares away. And every happy memory would be forgotten as they grow older, and they would never see the fun in life.

And that pains North as he stood there, staring at the globe and thinking of the true reason why he was chosen to be there, to spread the Wonder. And that kept him going!

While North was thinking, a young boy that looked about 14 flew through an open window and started freezing elves. As his laughs bounce off the walls and hit North, he jerked awake from his trance to find a white haired blue eyed boy making a snowman on top of an elf that was frozen to the floor.

"Jack! What are you doing?" North said, trying not to laugh. No matter how much he denies it, North can't stand them elves. Although they can make you laugh, they still get on his nerves.

"Oh, sorry North! I was bored and I was near the pole so I thought, 'Why not freeze some elves?' and here I am!" said Jack in a gleeful tone with his arms out stretched with his staff, a crooked, old branch that held his powers, in hand.

"Yes, I see that!" North said, "But could I ask you a question?" he just had to ask. He couldn't wait till the next monthly meeting. It'll kill him!

"Sure! What is it North?" Jack said as he stopped snow balling the poor elf that was grinning as if it was a game.

"Come with me." Was all North said as he led Jack to the main office. Once they got there, North sat on the plush chair while Jack closed the door and plopped down in a wooded chair in front of North's desk that was covered in ice shards and cookie crumbs.

"What is It North?" jack asked nervously. He couldn't help but think he did something wrong, all he did was make a snowman! Well with an elf as the model, but he didn't hurt the elf!

"I have been having thoughts about you and how you were chosen to be, well, Jack Frost! Like how old were you really before Manny chose you to be a spirit?" North asked, he felt like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

A confused look passed through Jack's face as he registered the question, "What do you mean? I was the same age that I looked now when I was chosen." He said.

That time it was North's turn to be confused, "Every spirit was chosen well above there 40's. No spirit was ever chosen at the age of what, 13? 14?" North asked in a mix of bewilderment and confusion. "I was 14 when I was chosen, if that's what you mean?" Jack asked. He didn't like the conversation very much.

"Jack, in order for a spirit to be chosen, they have to be old enough to have wisdom and they have to be old enough to form their center. At your age, you wouldn't even know what wisdom is! It's incredible that Manny saw you and chose you. But one other thing before we finish," North explained as Jack started to look uncomfortable. "Why would someone your age choose to leave their family, their friends and a life that they could have had?"

Everything was silent for such a long time that North thought for a second that Jack wouldn't answer. As they sat there, Jack looking down and twirling his staff as he thought of what to say and North trying to think of a way to tell it off and let Jack be to himself, after all, 300 years by yourself is a long time for someone like Jack, when after ten minutes had gone by, Jack said, "Because I never got to choose."