Due to popular demand (and the fact that I'm in the mood thanks to getting the DVD for Christmas) I decided to add another scene to the "Deleted Scenes of Jack Frost" hehe.

THIS IS NO LONGER A ONE-SHOT BUT DO NOT EXPECT CONSTANT UPDATES.

~12 Years Later – Jack Frost as Santa~

She rubbed her hands together as she watched Jack Frost – the very Jack Frost that had tricked Scott into becoming Santa and no longer a season, the very Jack Frost that may have well just been her master more than anything – get ready for his show. He had gained a little weight since he became Santa those twelve years ago, as had she mostly from stress though.

Her hands were cold, her mind almost numb from exhaustion. Although they were in the North Pole, he had insisted to her that she wear a rather…promiscuous 'elf' outfit. Cut just above the thighs, the skirt of dark blue complimented the light blue shirt that revealed cleavage, the trimming around it a beautiful gold. It was a beautiful yet cursed outfit; the 'cursed' part was not only because it lacked protection from the cold, but it also lacked protection from Jack's wondering lust.

"Come here girl." The man spoke suddenly, making her startle from her light slumber.

"Hm?" She looked up at Frost with confusion, and then cleared her throat, "Yes, Master Frost?" It was an annoying title but one that had matched what he really was to her.

"I said come here." Clearly in a good mood, his tone wasn't sharp but it was chilled – as always. "Come tie my belt."

The young lady hesitated only briefly before she stood and traveled over to him. Keeping her gaze down, she reached over for the black belt that completed the Santa Claus outfit. His hand grabbed her wrist without warning though it didn't come as a surprise to her by much. "Get on your knees and tie it."

Again, she hesitated for the briefest of seconds.

Getting down on her knees, hating how his view of her flesh was quite perfect, she tied the black belt shakily. Her hand brushed against something hard and she pulled back, her face a light pink. Really she didn't know why she felt so…embarrassed. Had this not become a sort of ritual once every few months?

Luckily for her, the 'ritual' was cut short.

"Stand." Jack commanded, noticing how fast she did such. "You look so sad; smile! You're at the North Pole where tons of little kids would do anything to be here, to see me and have their parents buy them stuff!"

"It shouldn't be…" she licked her lips, "…it shouldn't be like that." The young lady looked away, noticing his interest perk by his brow raising. "I should have stopped you when I saw you take that snow globe!" She snapped, still unable to look at him.

"Yet you would have become a little ice cube instead of my…elf." Jack's cool reply came mockingly. "You wouldn't be sharing my warm bed every night." This time a chuckle escaped him, one that made her shudder.

"You're a monster!" She hissed, meeting his eyes with the last spark of rebellion she had in her. "A cold hearted uncaring monster! I wish to throw you into the sun and watch you melt, you selfish bastard!" With swift movement, she found him holding her chin, the tips of fingers icing over – her cheeks was becoming cold.

"I treat you well, don't I?" He asked in a low tone. "I make sure you have whatever food you want, wear whatever outfit I allow you to have, live in a nice home with a nice bed and entertainment, don't I?!"

"Yes but…" her fight disappeared suddenly, "…at the cost of my body." Silence. "Please let go of me, Jack." By this, she meant one of two things; let go of her chin so she wouldn't get frostbite or let go of her completely so she could be free. If he understood the duo meaning, he ignored it.

"Go…you'll be in my show tonight. Get some make up on." Frost let go of her while turning away, leaving her trembling partly from the cold and partly from surprise, fear.

"…Yes Master."