she showed me all the stars

"I have been loved." "So? What difference does that make when you are all alone now?"

[ofdiamonddaggers]

navghtyxnice‌:

“If you ever find another method, make sure you let me know!” he said. He shrugged, not seeming to mind the snow mounds rising on the workshop floor. The elves were less enthusiastic by the cold – shaking their caps, shaking their boots, and borderline slapping each other to clean their uniforms of snow. Kris clapped his hands once, and it was enough to garner the attention of all the scatterbrained elves in the room. Funny as his ragtag team of misfits could be, the pointy-eared creatures had soldier-like loyalty to the man who ran the North Pole. 

“Why don’t you stay for awhile? Tour the workshop and ask as many questions as you want,” he said. “You can paint a robot or stuff a bear, and I’ll sneak an elf’s cap on your head when you least expect it. Have some hot chocolate when you’re done.” 

He glanced at the piles of snow.

“Or cold mocha – now, that stuff is good, too!”  

“Putting me to work...” Jack scrunched his nose, the very word tasting funny. He wasn’t lazy by any means, but... “I’m good.” He bent down and tugged on one of the aforementioned bell-tipped hats. His hand was swatted away and Jack stood upright again. He had been caught, that was the end of his little game and being in the room was getting a little too cozy for him. 

Jack had learned not to get too attached to anyone who could see him, they either ran out of patients and started to ignore him, pretending they couldn’t see him till he went away, or they actually did forget him. Either way, the first few times it happened he had taken it pretty hard. Now, especially with more and more people forgetting about him as they grew up, Jack was careful not to over do it with those who were known to see him. Jack had stored up on being seen for at least a few days, he’d be back with the next storm. With that notion he whipped a small flurry up as he began to raise up off the floor. 

“Don’t want you getting too attached to me.”

[haruwrites]

@talestarter​​ / open to all !

the elf has travelled to many lands, some he’d grown to be familiar with and yet there were some that he had yet to explore. he stumbled upon this mystery place as soon as the pixie dust that carried him had vanished, letting him fall into the bushes with a thud. finley groaned as he brushed the leaves off his clothes, hand rubbing to soothe the pain on his bum. the sight of the beautiful land captured his attention as the pain became long forgotten. with wide eyes, finley took a step further and further.

he has a basket filled with different types of flowers that he had collected along the way from faraway lands and his excitement grew with each step that he took. he looked into what he possessed, too distracted to be aware of where he was going causing finley to bump into a figure. 

the elf gasped as he quickly took a step back, “oh no, i’m so sorry!” thin lines formed in between his brows, “are you alright? are you hurt?”

[ofdiamonddaggers]

“ oof. ” jack had been napping on the ground, not entirely comfortable but too tired to truly care. he was awake now though, eyes opening to see someone standing over him. 

how long had he been asleep? a day? ten years? 

he looked around to see if the scenery around him had changed but he didn’t remember what it’d looked like before he fell asleep. he shrugged, brushing leaves off of himself where they had collected on top of him as he slumbered. “ m’fine... ” the winter fae spoke then did a double take, “ hey...you’re talkin’ to me, right?” 

[ofdiamonddaggers]

duchess-lottie‌:

there was almost something eerie about this situation yet it couldn’t be pinpointed, kept darting out of reach every time the witch tried to grasp it. allowed her gaze to travel from him to the other cafe residents yet either they wouldn’t meet her eye or didn’t notice the attention she paid to the seat across from her, too wrapped up in other conversations. his expression of shock did nothing more than to solidify unrest. “ jack frost, “  a sense of familiarity on the tongue. “  strange name but who am I to judge…my name is charlotte la bouff! “

“ yes ! ” jack shot up into the air in a spin, a gust of cold air suddenly whooshing through the affair, rattling tea and fluttering table clothes and napkins. he flopped back down into his seat, all wide, toothy grin and bright eyes. “ don’t forget it. you have to write it down a hundred times. ” jack searched himself as if he might have paper tucked away but came away empty handed. “ can you write it down ? ”

[ofdiamonddaggers]

whitesctin‌:

“  what  do  you  mean  ?  i  see  you  just  fine, ”  audrey  answered,  brows  furrowed  before  the  realization  hits  her.  “  oh,  you  mean  like  humans ?  hm, ”  she  hummed,  lips  pursed  out  in  thought.  “  if  they  can’t  see  you  now,  wouldn’t  it  look  like  a  tractor  moving  by  itself ? ”  she  asked,  though  she  wasn’t  sure  what  it  was  the  mortals  saw  when  they  looked  at  him.  she  could  only  suppose  empty  space,  though  she  didn’t  understand  how.  “  if  it  means  that  much  to  you  twinkle  toes,  i’ll  try.  never  worked  on  one  before,  but  i’ll  try. ”

“ yeah, like humans. ” jack huffed, watching her closely with a pout. “ i dunno, it was just a thought. ” as more and more holes were punctured into his plans, the temperature began to dip, wrinkles forming between his brows as they scrunched together. how was he supposed to fix his image if they couldn’t see him in the first place? “ i don’t know. ” he said again with gumption, emphasizing how much he didn’t know. “ you will? ” a ray of hope shone upon his face as he looked back up at audrey, and snow stopped drifting down from the rafters. 

[ofdiamonddaggers]

ladyoftheloom‌:

The snowflakes that begin to flurry in the air confirm her suspicions, but it takes another moment of very intense concentration before she actually sees the one who conjured it.  Once she does, she laughs once, triumphant.  “I knew it.”  It is no great accomplishment, of course, when there was really no other explanation so obvious, and her expression smooths almost immediately, then crosses over into concern at the fear on his face.  “How long have you been there?”

“Only a few moments.” Jack hopped lightly from place to place until settling a few feet from her. He scrunched up his nose in distaste. Jack thought he might enjoy summer if it wasn’t so warm, the season lent its hand to fun more oft than not. Unfortunately for him, he was not built for such heat, the winter fae was not accustomed to it. “I will have to go soon. It’s too hot here.”

[ofdiamonddaggers]

❛ The first time I felt it, I thought I was going to die. ❜ — jack & remi.

from the last unicorn ask meme 

Jack’s brows furrowed center, confusion turning the corners of his mouth downward as he studied the other individual. There was a stirring in his chest, the echo of something but it was fading further and further away before he could categorize it. Then, he broke into a grin, understanding dawning on him.

“That’s the best!” Perhaps, not, perhaps he had figured wrong, but Jack went with it. 

“Doesn’t that make it more fun-- that feeling of this might kill me?”  

[ofdiamonddaggers]

❛ Put me down you fool ! ❜ (cal & jack, ice boy and firebird)

from the last unicorn ask meme @terrvrs

“You can see me!!!” Jack laughed freely, whooping as he lifted the other person higher into the air, his arms banded around his middle as the wind took them up. In his excitement and with the wind rushing past, snatching the stranger’s words as soon as he spoke them, Jack couldn’t hear any other complaints except the one. He slowed when he did, though, lowering them down towards the ground. He shook off the icicles that had accumulated in his hair and in his clothing with his sudden burst of emotion, extracting himself from the hug to do so. He chuckled again, grinning wide as he studied the stranger. ”What’s your name?”

[ofdiamonddaggers]

❛  We are as old as the sky, old as the moon.  ❜ / doc & jack.

from the last unicorn ask meme @ultraviolcts

We? Somehow, the word felt perfectly suited for them but Jack had never been part of a ‘we’ before-- at least, not that he could remember. If they were as old as Murdoc said they were, then how could Jack forget? Perhaps ‘we’ did not pertain to him, but that didn’t seem right. Jack studied Murdoc closely, eyes narrowing in scrutiny and, for a moment it seemed as if something might dawn on him, like the ghost of a sneeze. It passed. Huh.

He didn’t like to think about it too much, so he stopped, shaking off the statement. “You and your family? You look good for your age. You probably know a lot of fun stories, too-- you should tell me one some time.”

[ofdiamonddaggers]

❛  This is a forest like any other. Isn’t it ?  ❜ - Mirana & Jack

from the last unicorn ask meme @littlevcper

“It...” Jack bounded forward past a large boulder, head swiveling this way and that, “seems to be, but then how come we aren’t out of it, yet?” He clambered up to the top of the rock, offering his aid to Mirana and peered around.

 “Can’t see with all these leaves!” He huffed batting away at the foliage. “Hey you,” Jack moved to lift his companion, “climb up on my shoulders and take a look.”

[ofdiamonddaggers]

"Can you truly set me free?" (Neve, but she is bullshitting him)

from the last unicorn ask meme @codexq

“If you believe in me, guess I can try!” Jack balanced precariously on his staff but tipped over in a gust of wind, falling into a snowbank. He popped back up, driving snow up into the air with his exaggerated movements. “Never been anyone’s hero before.”

“But who has got you trapped?”

[bluesmemethings]

The Last Unicorn (1982) starters.

[ofdiamonddaggers]

bluesmemethings‌:

❛  I dislike the feel of these woods.  ❜

❛  Unicorns? I thought they only existed in fairytales.  ❜

❛  This is a forest like any other. Isn’t it ?  ❜

❛  Let’s turn around. Hunt somewhere else.  ❜

❛  This is no world for you.  ❜

❛  Good luck to you, for you are the last.  ❜

❛  What do men know ?  ❜

❛  We are as old as the sky, old as the moon.  ❜

❛  We can be hunted, we can be trapped, we can even be killed but we do not vanish !  ❜

❛  Have you traveled very far ?  ❜

❛  Be a little respectful, do you know who I am ?  ❜

❛  Your name is a golden bell, hung in my heart.  ❜

❛  I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.  ❜

❛  In all your wanderings, have you seen others like me ?  ❜

❛  Have you seen the others? Where have they gone? Tell me which way I must go to find them.  ❜

❛  No, no, listen ! Don’t listen to me, listen !  ❜

❛  You can find the others if you are brave.  ❜

❛  What if they’re waiting for me ? In need of my help ?  ❜

❛  Well hello there little one !  ❜

❛  And just who might you belong to ? a pretty little thing like you ?  ❜

❛  In my heart I carry such a heavy load.  ❜

❛  And here I thought I’d seen the last of them !  ❜

❛  I know you. If I were blind I would know what you are.  ❜

❛  You wouldn’t have heard of me.  ❜

❛  It’s not much of a job for a real magician, but I’ve had worse.  ❜

❛  You’re mine. If you kill me, you’re still mine.  ❜

❛  Your death sits in that cage and she hears you.  ❜

❛  She’ll kill me one day or another, but she will remember forever that I caught her, that I held her prisoner. So there’s my immortality.  ❜

❛  You were out on the road hunting for your own death !  ❜

❛  He’ll not have you ! You belong to me.  ❜

❛  We are two sides of the same magic.  ❜

❛  You are safer here. You should thank me for protecting you.  ❜

❛  There has never been a spell on me before.  ❜

❛  It’s a very rare person who is taken for what he truly is.  ❜

❛  Will you help me ?  ❜

❛  You’re my last chance.  ❜

❛  Can you truly set me free ?  ❜

❛  I asked him a riddle and it always takes that lout all night to solve riddles.  ❜

❛  the spell was wrong but there was true magic in it ! try again.  ❜

❛  My dear you deserve the services of a great wizard but I’m afraid you’ll have to be glad of the aide of a second rate pickpocket.  ❜

❛  Okay, (name), I give up. Why is a raven like a writing desk ?  ❜

❛  She’ll kill you if you set her free !  ❜

❛  Don’t look back, and don’t run.  ❜

❛  You must never run from anything immortal, it attracts their attention.  ❜

❛  She chose her death long ago. It was the fate she wanted.  ❜

❛  You have no regrets as I do ?  ❜

❛  I’ve never seen anyone like you. Not while I was awake, anyway.  ❜

❛  I’m going where they are, to learn whatever they know.  ❜

❛  Take me with you ! for luck, for laughs, for the unknown.  ❜

❛  You could never have granted my true wish.  ❜

❛  I cannot turn you into something you are not.  ❜

❛  Hide yourself ! We’ll find each other later.  ❜

❛  Mind your heads now, it’s raining ninnies !  ❜

❛  Put me down you fool !  ❜

❛  I don’t like the look of him.  ❜

❛  That’s only (name)’s way, but she has a good heart.  ❜

❛  This is not happening.  ❜

❛  We’ll both be gentlemen of leisure in a months time.  ❜

❛  Oh, I love you.  ❜

❛  She shall never have you !  ❜

❛  We will perish together.  ❜

❛  Did you see me ? Were you watching ?  ❜

❛  Did you see what I made ?  ❜

❛  It’s gone now, but I had it !  ❜

❛  Where have you been ? Where have you been ! ?  ❜

❛  Where were you when I was new ?  ❜

❛  How dare you come to me now when I am this !  ❜

❛  It’s alright, I forgive you.  ❜

❛  You can’t come with us ! we’re on a quest !  ❜

❛  Well, you’re going the wrong way.  ❜

❛  You have all the power you need if you dare to look for it.  ❜

❛  What have you done ! ?  ❜

❛  The power will come to me whenever I need it, and one day! One day it will come to me when I call !  ❜

❛  You are an idiot !  ❜

❛  Don’t ! Don’t you hurt yourself !  ❜

❛  I can feel this body dying all around me !  ❜

❛  You are losing my interest, and that is very dangerous.  ❜

❛  I will keep nothing near me that does not make me happy.  ❜

❛  How would you know ?  ❜

❛  Well, just look at you !  ❜

❛  Come on, I’ll write you a reference.  ❜

❛  You have let your doom in by the front door !  ❜

❛  What are you looking at ?  ❜

❛  What is the matter with your eyes ?  ❜

❛  You may come and go as you please.  ❜

❛  My secrets guard themselves, may yours do the same.  ❜

❛  Please, let me help you. What can I do for you ?  ❜

❛  And then she looked at me and I was sorry I had killed the thing.  ❜

❛  For her sake I’ve become a hero but my great deeds mean nothing to her !  ❜

❛  I wish to be whatever she has most need of.  ❜

❛  You are cruel to him.  ❜

❛  He only wishes you to think of him.  ❜

❛  Who am I ? Why am I here ?  ❜

❛  I knew a moment ago, but I have forgotten.  ❜

❛  I was innocent and wise and full of pain.  ❜

❛  Now that I’m a woman, everything has changed.  ❜

❛  Why won’t you help me ? Why must you always speak in riddles ?  ❜

❛  I would tell you what you want to know if I could.  ❜

❛  I am always dreaming, even when I am awake. It is never finished.  ❜

❛  I would court you with more grace if I knew how.  ❜

❛  Drown out my dreams. Keep me from remembering whatever wants me to remember it.  ❜

❛  Words are always getting in my way.  ❜

❛  That’s all I have to tell you. That’s all I’ve got to say.  ❜

❛  I’m not a man of poetry. Music isn’t one with me.  ❜

❛  As if I didn’t have enough troubles.  ❜

❛  Well of course you’re of noble birth, anyone could see that.  ❜

❛  Love is slowing you down, my lady.  ❜

❛  It was pleasant enough at first, but it died quickly.  ❜

❛  There is nothing of yours that I desire.  ❜

❛  There is no movement of yours that has not betrayed you.  ❜

❛  I like to watch them. They fill me with joy.  ❜

❛  The first time I felt it, I thought I was going to die.  ❜

❛  Do you dare still pretend to be human ?  ❜

❛  It makes no difference. The end will be the same. I can wait.  ❜

❛  Shut up you pretentious kneecap !  ❜

❛  How would you like a punch in the eye ?  ❜

❛  It’s so nice to have someone to play with.  ❜

❛  Try me tomorrow. Maybe I’ll tell you tomorrow.  ❜

❛  Give it to me if you don’t want it but don’t throw it away !  ❜

❛  Give me the wine !  ❜

❛  You would have gone without me ?  ❜

❛  No name you could give her would surprise or frighten me.  ❜

❛  I love whom I love.  ❜

❛  I will go no further.  ❜

❛  Everything dies. I want to die when you die.  ❜

❛  Yes, that is my wish.  ❜

❛  I am a hero, and heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen.  ❜

❛  A quest may not simply be abandoned.  ❜

❛  A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.  ❜

❛  What if there isn’t a happy ending at all ?  ❜

❛  There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.  ❜

❛  Do something ! You have the power ! I will kill you if you don’t do something !  ❜

❛  That’s what heroes are for.  ❜

❛  I’ve never had any friends before.  ❜

❛  Men don’t always know when they’re happy.  ❜

❛  I’m sorry. I have done you evil and I cannot undo it.  ❜

❛  No sorrow will live in me as long as that joy.  ❜

[ofdiamonddaggers]

navghtyxnice‌:

“You are a faerie, aren’t you?” she asked. She tilted her head in curiosity, and her dark locks tumbled down with her movement. “Well, I don’t know faeries like I know flowers!” she said. Emily Jane’s encounters were faeries were mostly limited to those within the troublesome lunar faerie’s band of “guardians”, but she had spied on their kind from afar. “But, don’t they tend to change on the inside? Their hearts change even if their faces stay the same, at least from what I’ve seen.” 

Emily Jane did her best to collect her emotions. Looking down at the frozen fruit, however, threatened to have her burst into tears all over again. “You poor thing! Getting soaked in all this rain!” she sniffed. The primordial being’s eyes widened at the sight of the faerie’s drenched clothes. “I think it’s just so lonely for a little, green flower bud to be surrounded by blossoms its whole life!” she said. “And the chance to bloom – to become something new and exciting and beautiful – was just…just..robbed from them!” 

“Faerie is what they call me.” When they throw things at him and chase him off, that it what they use to curse at him. “ I guess they do.” He felt compelled to answer, feeling as if he was moving more and more towards an edge of a cliff. Jack glanced around, at a loss, he clutched the staff in his hands close to his chest. He wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or the fruit, but he glanced at himself and found that the rain had thoroughly soaked him, melting the frost in his clothes. At her sniff, Jack’s stomach dropped, ll signs of glee and happiness fleeing in the wake of her sadness.”Wh--”

 “Don’t!” Jack frowned, panic welling up in him. He had thought he was doing something good, but he saw the tear sliding down her face earlier. He had tried to freeze it and any more that he could spot on her cheeks. “Sadness isn’t good, either. It isn’t any fun.” He didn’t know the words to take it back, to make her sadness go away but he wished he did. “I don’t know how to take it back.”

[ofdiamonddaggers]

moldedmemories‌:

She should have inferred as much– he was likely impervious to a compromised immune system, and she was slowly realizing why the birds had a skeptical reaction. Cold wasn’t always so great, but he was showing her that it wasn’t always dark either. The colors of the snowflakes were bright and beautiful, and he was showing her ways in which the cold could be light and airy. Despite how much fun she was having– she felt a deep sadness in his words.

“Or course I’ll remember you. I don’t believe anyone could forget.”

“You’re such an intriguing new friend. –I hope, I can call you that.”  She’d watch as the snow would slowly dissolve, a furrow in her brows would grow in concern as they slid to their halt, though she swayed in own stance. She worried their fun would be over. She worried that she would forget the happiness that the cold could bring, but she’d assure him.

“I promise. I’ll always remember you, but I think it’s up to you– if I do see you again. You have to promise to visit me more often.”  She placed her gaze on her shoes, “I get lonely too…”

He wished her words were true, but too many times had he left and come back, unseen and forgotten. It made him stay where he was unwanted, in the warmth of the changing season, for too long.

“ yes! ” He answered quickly. He had come to know the word friend, through watching others, and he found that the concept was something that he liked. The snow ceased falling, the ice beginning to melt. Their small wonderland began to fade and he knew it was nearing the time he would need to get back to the seasonal realm. “Promises are very serious ordeals.” He wasn’t too sure about serious, but as his brows furrowed in thought, he found that he wanted to make it-- to believe that she would keep it. So he did. “Lonely isn’t good.” He knew loneliness, it had kept him company for many, many years.

“I promise to visit.” He tilted his head, trying to catch her gaze. “So don’t feel lonely...” 

[ofdiamonddaggers]

ultraviolcts :

✧･ﾟ𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭.

starter for murdoc | @ultraviolcts

It was beginning to snow, he was aware of this even as he slept beneath a few feet of it, the flakes piling up to add a new layer to his frozen blanket. The full moon shone brightly and snowflakes caught its light, twinkling like falling stars in their spiraling path towards the ground. It was his favorite sight to see when he was fortunate enough to, but it was also tinged with a feeling he had no desire for so in the same vein he tried to avoid it. He had no idea what to call this sensation nor why it happened on nights like these, but he believed it better to not find out.

He was content to resist, to continue sleeping, but then he heard something or, rather, someone and Jack’s curiosity won over his aversion. He sat up, breaking through the snowy surface and blinking frost from his eyes to see someone standing a few feet away. He studied this person, squinting his eyes to see if he knew them and for a moment he felt like he did but the feeling was elusive, fading as soon as Jack blinked again.

                                                       “What are you looking at?”

✧ — it wasn’t unusual for murdoc to find himself alone, embracing isolation like an old friend. there wasn’t anything wrong with being on his lonesome with somedays he even preferred it. sounds of the new, freshly fallen snow crumbled under the weight of murdoc’s boots. he found comfort in the sound of the natural orchestra that surrounded him; the easy breathing of the air, whisperings from the leaves that still cling onto the branches, it was all music to the prince’s ears. 

truthfully, could he still call himself a prince when he had no kingdom? no crown or throne to claim. all murdoc really had was his name and the remnants of a destroyed empire. the ghost of it rested in the midnight sea of the night sky, a silver orb others called the moon - but murdoc called it home. once a year, the constellation of his parents outshined any other star in the sky and the fae made an effort every year to visit them. standing on the edge, a melancholic smile grew on his lips. it was the closest thing he’d ever get to see them again. 

hearing someone’s voice made the hair on murdoc’s neck stand up, hastily turning around and seeing a figure standing from afar. was this his old mind playing tricks on him? there was something about the stranger that made the cogs in his mind churn, but the feeling was ghostly at best. the smile on his lips evolved into a sheepish smirk, shoving a hand into his pocket. ❛ just at the night sky, i rarely get to anymore. ❜ he spoke, ❛ brilliant, isn’t it? ❜

“How come? It’s there every night.” The light cast from the moon made the snow glitter, the night made much brighter than usual with the combination. He tried to see what the other saw, squinting up at the orb in the sky as he shook the snow from his hair, brushing it off when the former method proved fruitless. It was all for naught, both his analysis of the moon and the removal of snow, new snow catching in his hair once he stopped. He moved closer to the stranger, studying him closely instead.

 “Brilliant...I don’t see it. Looks lonely to me.” He didn’t know why he said it the words came unbidden. It stirred things better left forgotten, or so Jack thought, cause try as he might he could never remember when he beheld the night sky, he only felt sadness just like now, looking at the newcomer.  

[ofdiamonddaggers]

ladyoftheloom :

@ofdiamonddaggers​

She did not actually dislike Jack, but she did find him a bit tiring.  Annoying, even.  He seemed to have endless energy, endless playfulness, at least as far as she had seen.  He was better than some, though, and she had to admit he could be fun too.  When she felt it get colder than it should have been at this time of year, and much quicker than it should have done at any time of year, therefore, she only sighed slightly, turning around to find the source of the change.  “I know it’s you.”  She did not see him, but that did not mean he was not there.  “Where are you?”

As winter faded and Jack’s power waned, the heat of summer nearer and nearer in other realms not his own, he could not venture out as often as he would like. Even so, he did when he could and found himself in the presence of someone he knew well. Someone who could usually see him. A small panic bit as his throat as he stood in front of Arachne. “I’m right here.”

He expended more of his energy to make it a little colder, snowflakes beginning to fall around them.

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esoteriics :

Bunnymund rolled his eyes watching the other. The last thing he needed was Jack Frost. Bunnymund would rather have the Groundhog around here. He looked at the other. 

He knew that smile was fake. Bunnymund has faced enough fake smiles in his life. When the other landed on his feet. Bunnymund rolled his eyes again. 

“I’ll pass. It’s supposed to be a beautiful spring day.”  he raised his eyebrows. “What are you doing here?”

“Being suffered.” Jack quipped, quite pleased with himself as he plucked a painted egg from the brush on his way to stand before the other fae. “What else?”

“I was listening to you explain Easter.” Bunnymund offered up plenty of amusement even on his worst days-- especially on his worst days. Jack had never truly known why he was disliked by him, though he was certain he had been told before. “How come you never want to have any fun?”

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moldedmemories :

He seemed surprised by her touch, but she, herself, was still growing used to the temperature of his. “You’re… so cold?” She shivered at his touch– a subtle and tiny teeth chattering as tiny cold gusts of exhales spilled from excited lungs. “Don’t you ever catch a cold?”

A melody of bluejays chirped overhead. They were singing choruses of a happy tune, yet begged Cinderella to take caution. “Oh away with you! He’s no harm.” she’d whisper towards the sky– at the very risk of looking as insane as the everyday occurrence of Jack Frost. She’d shake her head at her friends quietly and squeal in delight for more fun to come, especially once they were settled into a pair to glide across some ice. Initially, she was one to grip tightly, with how freeing the movements felt, however, she could feel herself start to trust her own two feet.  “They–” she was speaking of a set of birds that were now missing overhead, “Told me that you came to freeze their nests, but that’s not true, is it?” 

She liked the sound of being queen, and it warranted a giggle from her once more, but she had to ask, “What do you mean? I’m the first one to find you? How long have you been hiding?”

“A cold? I’m always cold.” Jack nodded. He glanced up as she talked to the birds. They were a pretty color, matching the way ice looked when reflecting the sky. They were not birds he was used to seeing, but he was out and about unseasonably late.  “I have no reason to freeze their nest.” He answered, wanting to assure her with a nod and a smile.

“The first in a while.” Snowflakes tangled in his hair but did not melt as they continued to move across the ice. He laughed freely, jumping up into the air as high as he could with her in his grasp and landed lightly. “Perhaps forever or never.” He answered, brows furrowing as he tried to think about how much time had passed since he’d woke up existing. “They sometimes don’t remember me when I return.”

The snow began to dissipate, a gentle mist taking their place. It was uncomfortable to stay in warm conditions for too long and with the exertion creating this little wonderland for them, he felt himself growing tired after a few minutes. He slid them to a halt, the edges of his ice floor beginning to thaw. Jack answered, pulling away from her warmth. “You will remember me when I am gone? Will you see me again?”