A horrible screeching sound cut through the bitter, dry winter air.
It was a sound reminiscent of a man being slowly tortured to death; of a freshly slaughtered sheep. It was like a sharp, glittering knife, and the echoes that rang through the park were like dark red blood, slowly dripping from a newly-cut wound. It was deafening and numbing at the same time, like the crack of a bomb you just realized you stepped on.
It was Jack Frost's singing.
"I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I neeeed," he wailed, effectively making a few unfortunate birds nearby drop dead. "I don't care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree!"
"I just want you for my own," he slid across the pond on his feet, doing a little jerking dance as he went. "More than you would ever knooowww..." He dragged out the last note as she slid, skidding to a stop in the middle.
"Make my wish come true, all I want for Christmas, is you!" He shrieked, spinning around in a circle on the ice before falling down, laughing.
"Aye," Bunny muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "What Tooth sees in him, only the Moon knows."
"Shut up, Bunny. You're a large fluffy woodland animal that talks to giant eggs in his spare time."
Written by Cinna. I always thought Jack would be a bad singer.