Author's notes: This is going to be a new thing that I'm going to try out - having never done one of these before - and I'm hoping that you'll all find it enjoyable! It's a bit early, mainly because I'll need all the time I can get while I'm still on Thanksgiving Break, but throughout the month of December I'll be doing stories based on Winter prompts! Plenty of Starco fluff will be had - something desperately needed at the moment...

I hope that you all enjoy them, and as always, comments and critiques are greatly appreciated!

Disclaimer: Star Vs the Forces of Evil belongs to Daron Nefcy

"Maaaarco… Marco~..."

"Marco Diaz!"

The boy yelped as he fell out of his bed, lying face down on the floor for a moment before slowly picking himself back up. Letting out a small hiss as he gently rubbed his forehead, Marco turned his head to find Star staring at him at the end of his bed, hopping up and down a bit with a bright smile on her face.

"Star, what are you doing in my room?" he asked as he grabbed at his phone, letting out a quiet groan as he checked the time. "It's six o'clock in the morning."

"Yeah, but this is important! Look outside!"

Now thoroughly awake, Marco sighed as he crawled back onto his bed and towards the window, shivering a bit from how cold it was. One look was all it took to render the boy speechless as he stared at what lay outside, eyes wide in awe. "Wow…"

White. From his neighbors houses to the front lawn, the color white had almost completely covered his entire neighborhood. Turning his gaze skyward, Marco could see small flecks of snow slowly descending towards the ground, adding more to the piles already present.

"This doesn't make any sense," he murmured, his eyebrows furrowed as he wiped his hand across the window. "It can get cold during the winter, sure, but we're in Los Angeles! It shouldn't even be possible for it to snow here…"

"Then we should be taking advantage of it while it's still here!" Star was practically beaming, unable to contain her excitement as she bounded towards the door. "Come on, Marco!"

Before he could get another word in, Marco watched as the princess ran right out of the room. Despite the initial annoyance at having been woken up so early, Marco couldn't help but chuckle a bit as he put on a pair of socks and grabbed two of his favorite red hoodie before following after the enthusiastic princess.

Finding the backyard door open once he was downstairs, Marco walked out to find Star, dressed only in her pajamas and a pair of shoes, hunched over, picking up a small handful of the frozen material in her hands and staring at it with a look of wonder.

"Star, you're going to catch a cold out here dressed like that," he said, holding a hoodie out to her, which the princess accepted gratefully as the snow in her hands plopped back onto the ground. Puffs of cold air could be seen from the two as they sighed in relief, relishing in the addition of the newfound warmth that the clothing provided.

"So, the reason you woke me up so early is because… it's snowing?"

"Well, yeah! Frozen water that falls from the sky, Marco? We don't have anything like this back over in Mewni!"

"...You're kidding, right?" A chuckle escaped Marco as he placed his hands in his pockets, though it quickly died down once he realized that Star's expression had yet to change. "Really?"

"Nope." Bending down, Star picked up another handful of snow, bits and pieces of it falling off as she crafted a small ball from it. "Things don't really change much back home, and I haven't really been to a lot of dimensions that have this kind of thing," she said, lightly tossing the ball up into the air and catching it. An astonished look replaced the confused one on the boy's face as he stared at her.

"Seriously? You've never made snowmen before? Snow angels? Had a snowball fight?" He knew that Mewni was a completely different world from Earth; the two dimensions must have varied much more than he thought that they had. Was this the princess's first time actually seeing snow?

"You can fight with this?" Star's eyes were wide open as she looked down at the lump of snow in her hand, giggling as she made her way over to the boy. "Marco. You need to teach me. Please?"

"Alright, alright! Here, let me show you." With an amused grin on his face, Marco went through the basics of what a snowball fight was and what was typically involved in one. He would have to stop often in his explanation due to the numerous questions that Star asked him - many of which focused on the way she could hit an opponent with it - but by the time he finished speaking, Star was floored, the light having never left her eyes as he talked, instead seeming to grow brighter.

"Can we try it out now?"

Marco knew she would ask the dreaded question the moment Star had opened her mouth. Offering her an apologetic smile, Marco replied, "I'm not so sure now would be a good time, Star. We're barely dressed to be out here as it is, and it's freezing out here." To prove his point, Marco brought his hands out of his pockets, moved them close to his face and exhaled, trapping the warm air in-between them for a moment before bringing them back down to his sides. Not even a few seconds has passed by before he felt the urge to do so again, his digits already feeling the chill of the winter air.

"Come oooon, Marco," Star whined, gesturing out towards the expanse of the backyard. "We've got all of this to ourselves! It might not even be here by the time we actually have a snowball fight!"

"Star, the snow won't be going anywhere anytime soon. Let's go back inside, alright? It'll take the sun a long time before it can melt all of this." Taking in one more breath of fresh air, Marco turned around and began walking back towards the house, the snow crunching beneath his feet with each step. The sound of a second set of footsteps followed him shortly after he had spoke, and he let out a relieved sigh.

When he was almost upon the back door to the house, Marco turned back around, about to offer a way to make it up to Star for having to go back inside when she was clearly ecstatic about wanting to play around in the snow, when he felt his hands being wrapped around someone else's own.

"Your hands are still cold, right? Mine are still pretty warm." Staring down at the intertwined hands, heat rose up to Marco's cheeks, dusting his face with a pinch of color as he realized that he was holding Star's hands. A girl's hands. The first girl that he was holding hands with.

Despite having handled a few clumps of snow, the digits that encompassed his own were still quite warm, if not a bit toasty, and he could slowly feel his hands actually begin to heat up a bit. He had held onto Star's hands before - numerous times that would take both of his hands to count - but Marco had never actually held them. Aside from the warmth, the way that they fit into his hands, as if they were a matching pair of gloves, and how smooth they were sent a fuzzy sort of feeling across Marco's chest.

Tearing his eyes away from his hands, Marco looked up at the one who was currently holding them and almost wished that he hadn't. The look on Star's face was a determined one; her gaze was focused solely on their interlocked digits, looking as if she were boring into them and willing the boy's hands to stop being cold. Yet, there was a smile plastered onto her face, full of gentleness and warmth that he'd rarely seen on the princess.

"Star…"

"There we go!" Releasing her grip on the boy's hands - much to his… reluctance? - Star held her own behind her back as she stared at Marco, her smile having returned to its usual brightness. "That should do it, right, Marco? Courtesy of Star Butterfly, master hand warmer."

The warmth in his hands had left the moment that Star's were removed from his own, but the warmth on his face had yet to leave. Scratching at his cheek as he averted his gaze, Marco muttered, "Well, we're already up, and a few minutes wouldn't hurt…"

The boy's answer was all that Star needed before she quickly grabbed him and dragged him back into the middle of the backyard. "I knew you'd see things my way," she said, letting out another giggle as she began construction on the 'ice fortress' she'd be using for the fight.

Balling his hands into fists, noting the slightest bit of heat that managed to accumulate in them, Marco sighed before shaking his head, moving over to another part of the backyard and starting work on his own wall of ice. An involuntary grin slowly settled onto his face as he looked back over at the girl across from him, the focus in her eyes evident as she molded a part of the ice into a wall.

It wasn't exactly the way he'd wanted to spend a weekend morning… but it wasn't an unwelcome one.