"You guys going to be okay without me? I'm not gonna be held responsible if someone cracks their head on some ice when I was meant to be looking after you!" she pulled a suspicious face at Jamie, hiding a tinge of genuine concern. They were only children...
Jamie's laughter pealed through the air like a bell. "Relax, mom, we'll be fine," he seemed to consider something for a second before pulling another grin, "Besides, we'll have Jack to look after us!" He suddenly jumped sideways, narrowly missing a particularly deadly looking snowball hurled by Claude.
"Jack? Jack who?" she asked.
"Jack Frost, of course!" he exclaimed whilst scooping up a return snowball.
"Jack Frost...right. Good to know you're in such safe hands," she grinned. "Well, you tell Jack Frost that if any of you get into trouble, he'll have me to answer to, okay?"
"Okay, okay!" she wasn't entirely sure if Jamie was acknowledging her, or the two snowballs that had thudded into his back just a moment ago. She turned to go as he knelt to return fire, only for her to bump into someone stood right behind her. "Ooof, sorry!" she blurted out as she backed up a few steps. The stranger, a skinny teenager, stared at her in pure and utter bafflement.
"You...you can see me?" he questioned her, as if the mere idea of it shocked him to his very core.
"Well, yes, but obviously I couldn't see you before; I don't have eyes in the back of my head!" She shook her head as she made a detour around the guy. There was something about his shocked face that puzzled her, for some reason. The utter incredulity it showed. How strange.
Rose climbed the low slope out of the field, as her mind moved onto other things.
Meanwhile, back in the snow-covered field, Jack Frost was staring after the girl, still frozen in amazement.