Warmth
By: Carol Molliniere
A/N: For my sister's friend RandomnessRulesMe. My sister said she wanted this on the site, and so…here it is.
This was originally part of some ROTG drabble exercises I was never planning to post on the site. Some of them are really…bad. Anyway, the prompt title is "Hot Cocoa", asking to have the characters have a "hot" moment. And since Jack is cold…
Just read it.
Disclaimer: I don't own ROTG. Or Rose, she belongs to my sister and RandomnessRulesMe.
Rose always knew that Jack stayed away from heat.
"Of course he does," the Spirit of Spring reminded herself, bitter as hot coffee, "he's Jack Frost; he's supposed to be cold."
She kept reminding herself that Jack was cold and ice and snow and hail and Winter and everything that Spring was not. Spring was flowers and melting ice and the return of warmth.
That didn't stop Rose from wishing he would sit with her by the fire, though.
But she knew in her heart that Jack would never sit with her.
Until that fateful day when he sat next to her, surprising her, and they talked until Jack couldn't stand the hot anymore and they moved somewhere cold.
But that was alright, Rose told herself.
Because cold was where Jack was anyway.