Tooth sighed. It had been a long night of collecting teeth. She sat down in her favorite chair and opened her notebook. The cover of the notebook was filled with remiders and things to do. It looked like this:
Look at Jack's teeth again. He won't notice. Note to self: He did notice. Next time, send in Baby Tooth with a spy camera.
Lock Jack in the freezer again and see what happens.
Visit Burgess more often! Jack might be lonely.
Bring a snowcone to Jack! His favorite is cherry.
Tooth smiled at the memories of all those things. She could taste the snowcone she had shared with Jack, and heard his yells when he realized he was locked in the freezer. She turned the page of her book and blushed when she remembered what she had drawn:
A picture of her and Jack eating a snowcone.
A picture of her and Jack walking through the park.
A picture of her and Jack under the mistletoe.
Finally she reached for her new sketchpad, her fingers itching to draw. When she opened it, there was already a picture there. She looked closely at it. It was of her sitting in her chair looking at her notebook, and Jack Frost peeking in through the window.
Later that night, when everyone was asleep, frost mysteriously crept around the sides of Tooth palace. In the morning, some even reported hearing mischievious laughter filling the air, full of happiness.