The snow was soft beneath your boots, crunching like sugar as you wandered through the frost-covered clearing behind the Guardians’ Hall. You were four—small, wild-haired, and wrapped in a coat stitched from wind and moonlight. No one knew exactly what you were, spirit, human; hybrid of the two? Something new.

You were Jack Frost’s daughter, and that alone made you strange.

But you were more than strange.

You were bored.

The Guardians were inside, arguing again. Tooth’s feathers were fluffed in frustration, Bunny’s ears twitched with impatience, and North’s booming voice echoed through the walls. Sandy just floated, quiet as ever. They didn’t know you were outside. They didn’t know what you were about to do.

You crouched in the snow, tiny hands glowing faintly blue. You summoned a mound of powder, packed it tight, shaped it with your fingers. A snout. Two ears. A tail. A little dog—fluffy, round, and crooked in the way only a child’s creation could be.

Then, giggling, you leaned forward and kissed its nose.

The snow shimmered.

The dog reshaped, all the bumps you'd created smoothing out to be a perfect dog.

It blinked.

And then—it wagged its tail.

You clapped your hands, delighted. “Hi puppy!”

You didn’t know how impossible that was. You didn’t know that no Guardian—not even Jack—could breathe life into snow with a kiss. You just laughed and chased your new friend through the clearing, your footprints glowing faintly behind you.

Inside, the Guardians continued their meeting, unaware that the Man in the Moon had already made his decision.

You were the Guardian of Life.

Not chosen for your power.
Chosen for your soul.

A soul that had once burned bright in a fragile human body.
A soul that had died bleeding, glass in your hands, shielding your baby brother from intruders.
You were eight when you died.
And the Moon wept for you.

So he gave you another chance.

A new body. A new father. A new name.

But the same heart.

And now, as the snowdog barked and you spun in circles, laughing like you hadn’t in lifetimes, the Moon watched silently.

Because the world didn’t know what you were.

But soon—it would.

Would you like to continue with the Guardians discovering the snowdog and realizing what you’ve done? Or maybe Jack sensing something shift in the wind and rushing outside?