This is my first Santa Clause anything. I love that trilogy so I wanted to write some stuff. This is the first. it's a very short poem from Jack Frost's point of view as he is hugged at the end of the movie.
HER TOUCH
Warmth, I feel it pulsing through my veins, that were forever frozen but sadness, Her touch is like that not of an elf's but of angel!
Who is this girl before me, that the chill rushes past in dread
My body is full of joy, and spring, instead.
Gone is my hate, my despair, my need for attention,
Her touch is like that of a friend, one of peace and joy,
What is this creature? This power she has?
My blood leaps and sings as it swings freely yet again.
The ice, see the ice is melting?
Her touch is like that of fresh baked bread.
When was it that my hate vanished, at what hour?
When this little child showed me peace.
They are looking at me, not with angry, judging faces, but with joy!
Her touch is like that of pure white Heavenly Joy!
Where is the sting of the cold now? Never again to touch my breathe.
Joy abounds in my heart, the stories of my fate proven wrong with a touch.
Engulfed in hugs, my agony and selfishness is dead,
Her touch is like that of hope, Spring breaking through the ice of despair,
How is this possible? Dare I even ask?
Love, love is the answer, the hope, the prayer finally answered.
Kind of weird I know, but I like it. A fic is going to follow soon, so keep your eyes peeled!