Pitch Black was angry. It was understandable of course, after all after being stuck underground surrounded by your worst nightmares for seven years would do that to you. He had been planning, oh yes he had. Because when you're trapped in one place for long enough with nothing else to do you don't really have many options other than planning revenge and going absolutely mad. He stared at the globe in front of him and growled.
"Soon guardians.... Very soon..." He intoned darkly as he turned his head to look up at the ceiling. A ceiling that now had a rather large gaping hole in it.

The North pole was a generally very happy place. Sure the yetis did tend to complain a little more than North would have liked, and the elves kept stealing... Then "returning" his cookies but when it was all said and done the old guardian loved the place. It was filled with noise and wonder. But not today, today the immense workshop was filled with an oppressive, stunned and horrified silence. A feminine voice cut through the thick air and murmured,
"This can't be right I mean....him?!" All eyes swung to the woman, or in fact fairy, who had spoken. She shrunk slightly under the rather sudden scrutiny.
"She's right North, there's just no way he could be a guardian I mean... He's so.... You know... And then there's the matter of the scythe! You can't go around talking to kids with something like that! You'll scare them half to death! Even Pitch couldn't manage that!" An Australian voice added sounding rather nervous himself, not that he'd admit it to anyone. A small yellow looking man,using symbols, said something along the lines of: 'First off that isn't very funny and I'm personally offended that you would make a pun like that, and Bunny is right I know from personal experience- if he's there no one will be happy, least of all children.' North sighed loudly and was about to say something when, to his relief, a certain winter spirit came rushing in.
"Look I know we have a lot of responsibilities and all but I could really use a break from- who's that?" Jack said a very confused expression covering his pale face. North groaned internally before Jack, to everyone present's dismay, added "Is that Death? Why is there an image of him?" Then in a rather exhausted and nervous sounding tone that no one was quite used to hearing from him, directed towards him yes but from him no, he asked,
"What did he do now?" North blinked rapidly trying to sort through the rapid-fire questions.
"Er...well he appears to have been er... Chosen... As a er......guardian..." North mumbled, not quite sure how to phrase what appeared to be the most ridiculous sentence in history.

Jack Frost was shocked. The more he tried to process what North had said the more ridiculous and impossible it sounded. Death as a guardian? That's.... That's just wrong... He thought frowning.
"Unfortunately Manny forgot to mention where we can find him this time of year. That being said, Jack! Since you are so eager to get out, why don't you go look for him?" North said in a manner that stated 'I'm going to be nice about this but I am honestly rather cross and you had better not argue or there will be trouble'. Jack nodded and headed out of the pole, being sure to take one last good look at the image. Is... Is that lace around the bottom of his cloak? And why does his hood look like that? Not to mention his hands, have they always been that dainty? He thought his eyebrows contracting in confusion. In the end he just shook his head and headed out. He looked all over but when someone is technically everywhere, it is very hard to find them unless you can bring them to you. And unfortunately he could neither die nor find any wizards at this point in time, though he very much thought he had found some in England they just ended up being fans of some book series. After searching the world he decided to make a stop over at his pond in Burgess. Almost immediately he saw a familiar white horse through the trees. He ran over to him and stopped in the middle of a clearing.
"WHO ARE YOU?" A strangely delicate British voice asked from in the shadows. Jack narrowed his eyes,and after a rather larger amount of effort than he usually put towards anything at all, he managed to make his eyes settle on a thin figure hidden in the trees. A figure in a black cloak with a very large scythe.

He's the one from earlier isn't he? Susan thought with a groan. She was staring at the white haired boy in front of her in confused annoyance. He gave her a bemused look and stated,
"I'm Jack Frost, you hit your head or something?" She frowned as she tried to remember where she'd heard that name.
"JACK FROST... ISN'T THAT THE ONE WITH THE PAINTBRUSH AND THE FERN PATTERNS?" she asked trying desperately to sift through all of the anthropomorphic personifications connected with winter. He blinked looking rather shocked before tentatively replying,
"I don't use my paintbrush anymore, haven't for a few hundred years.... Are you feeling ok?" He leaned forward with this staff and, at least Susan assumed he was, tried to look at her face. She reached up in her cloak and pulled her hood down even further, as one does when they don't want to be seen.
"AH... THAT'S QUITE A PITY, I ALWAYS DID ADMIRE THE ATTENTION TO DETAIL REQUIRED TO GET THE PATTERN RIGHT." She muttered almost feeling disappointed with herself for admitting it. This admission however seemed to be exactly what she needed to distract him from trying to see under her hood as he stood stock straight and, for a moment, failed rather miserably at hiding an embarrassed blush. Not that this effect lasted very long as she noticed him staring at her feet.
"Are you....wearing boots?" He asked amused confusion dripping from each word. She was in fact wearing boots, the thick sensible kind that could see you all the way through a war and rarely needed a repair, good witching boots as an old witch had once commented proudly.
"WELL OBVIOUSLY! I CAN'T VERY WELL GO BAREFOOT NOW CAN I? THEY'LL FREEZE!" She explained exasperatedly, much to the poor boy's evident amusement and suprise. Then he laughed. It was a nice laugh she had to admit, it was ringing and quite almost musical-not that a laugh could be musical she thought absent-mindedly.
"Um... I'm pretty sure you need skin and things to freeze but I appreciate the sentiment all the same."Realization seemed to dawn on him and he yelled,
"Oh that's right! I need you to come with me." Susan blinked suddenly feeling rather lost.
"OH...ER... TERRIBLY SORRY BUT I'M AFRAID I HAVE OTHER PLACES TO BE SO MAYBE ANOTHER TIME." She mumbled awkwardly as he fumbled in his pocket for something. She quickly mounted Binky and was about to run awa- head off to do other things,she corrected herself hurriedly, I do not run away when he threw what appeared to be some kind of snowglobe directly in her path. Where it landed a portal appeared, a portal she was headed straight into. She had just enough time to mutter,
"Oh bugger." Before plowing right through it.