Bacon

Both forks hit the last piece of bacon at the same time.

Silence descended upon the long table, the owners of the two forks currently stuck in a deliciously crunchy piece of top grade Canadian bacon engaged in a very violent stare off.

"My fork hit first," Fino said, his eyes determined, fiery hair burning tall as he stood up on the chair.

"I couldn't disagree with you more, little brother. My fork hit the middle first," Jack replied, his icy blue eyes staring at the young boy, frozen hair gleaming. He got up from his chair, matching Fino's attempts at intimidation.

"I'll fight you for it," Fino said.

"Oh dear," Winter said, as if this were a regular occurrence in the household.

"I'm game," Jack decided, grinning.

"Blaise, do something, please? This is the third time this week," Winter said, glancing over at Blaise. He raised a red eyebrow, his fiery hair sparking, eyes glancing at the two boys determined to have the last piece of bacon for themselves.

"Of course, Winter," said Blaise. "A situation like this requires a delicate touch."

Cracking his knuckles, Blaise stood up, hands on his waist. The boys glanced at their father, mildly concerned.

"Now," Blaise said, adopting a boxing match officiator's voice. "I want a fair fight, you hear? No icicles, no half-formed lava balls. Nothing but Snowballs and fireballs, below three hundred and fifty degrees Fahrenheit please and no lower than thirty degrees Celsius, you hear?"

"Blaise!" Winter chided.

"Three…two…one…GO!"

The two boys fired, a snowball hitting Fino right in the face. He fell off the chair, his second fiery shot flying upwards, disappearing before it hit the high ceiling as Jack merely side stepped the first properly aimed attack.

"Fino, you're losing! You're giving us a bad rep!"

"Well excuse me, Fiera!" Fino shouted back from the floor.

"I woke up hoping this wouldn't happen again," Jacqueline complained, ducking a stray snowball.

"Not happening anytime soon, little flurry. Not until that little scamp gives up his claim on my bacon!" Jacqueline glared at her older brother, an impish grin on his pale face as he shot a trio of snowballs at the flaming blur on the floor.

"Missed me, Jack!" the boy shouted, rolling under the table. Seconds later, he knocked right into Jack, propelling himself up from under the table.

The two tumbled into the adjacent living room, Jack rolling onto his feet, Fino crashing into one of the couches. Momentarily distracted, Jack shook his head clear, noticing Fino rushing back to the kitchen.

"Oh no you don't!" he shouted. A quick flick of his hand and an icy beam flew over the floor, freezing Fino's trail and causing him to slip and slide away from the kitchen.

Grinning, Jack slid on the ice and grabbed his brother around the middle tossing him away from the table.

Tumbling briefly, Fino found his feet and jumped on Jack, grabbing his hand right as he reached for the plate of bacon. The brothers toppled over, Winter pushing back her chair and sighing, Blaise watching for any cheating on either brother's part, moving closer to the action.

"Oh my god this is absolute nonsense," Jacqueline said from the table, frowning.

"Is this really the third time this week?" Fiera asked.

Jacqueline sighed. "Yup."

"It seemed like more," Fiera said, cheerily.

"That's probably because you did this exact same thing earlier last week."

"Oh yeah! Heh. Hey, two gold pieces says Fino beats Jack," Fiera said, grinning.

"I have a better idea," Jacqueline replied. Reaching out, she grabbed the piece of bacon off the platter, taking a large, unnecessarily loud bite out of the last piece of bacon.

Silence resounded, not a sound but the brothers scuffling.

Fiera grinned, hopping on the table and grabbing Jacqueline's bacon-filled hand, lifting it up in the air.

"We have a winner!" she shouted.

"No fair!" Jack shouted, standing up from under the table.

"That's cheating!" Fino said, on top of Jack's shoulders, his hands on Jack's fast melting hair.

"Creative thinking," Fiera countered, grinning.

"You little flurry. Blaise, that can't possibly be allowed," Jack pouted.

"I'll allow it," Blaise said, grinning.

"Take that," Jacqueline said, munching happily on the bacon.

"She ate it!" Jack exclaimed.

"Everything is terrible forever!" Fino shouted, dramatically jumping off of Jack's shoulders and fake dying in Jack's arms.

"You boys take everything much too seriously," Winter said, fixing Fino's toppled chair. "We can always make more bacon."

"Mother, it will never replace that last piece of bacon that Jacqueline so ruthlessly stole from right under our noses," Jack said, sounding on the brink of near tears.

Winter rolled her eyes, smiling nonetheless. "You boys are too much."

"What a great piece of bacon that was," Jacqueline gloated.

"Oh, quiet you," Jack replied, Fino sticking out his tongue.


A/N-[Edited January 2nd, 2018] This was originally such a fun chapter to write and honestly giving it the clean up I just gave it, was still so much fun. I really wanted to include a line where Fiera turns to Fino and says "That was very Fiera of you," to which Fino replies, "I know that. Bacon is important to me!" Or something akin to that. (If you lovely readers find a spot for that, please tell me! I just really need to acknowledge how it is a little OOC for Fino to be fist fighting, but the bacon is just that much of an issue at Frost Manor!)

Also, because I forgot to mention this in the last AN: the "language!" "English!" banter was stolen from my own little brother. Every time he swears I say "Language!" to which he replies "English!" and I hecking hate it. Being the oldest is a struggle and I had to make Jack express my own annoyance at my brother's dumb. Retort. (Every time! He does it Every! Time!)

Not much else to say about this! Tell me what you thought lovelies! And have a good night and THANK YOU for all the kind reviews, they make my night :D Please please please leave me more! They really do boost the confidence and help me churn out more frosty nonsense for you lovelies!

Word Count: 1039 (sans AN/Disclaimers)


DISCLAIMERS

I do not own The Santa Clause, Jack Frost or any other canon characters mentioned above. I am making no profit off of this, it is purely for my enjoyment as well as that of the readers. I do, however, own Crystal Springs and Jacqueline Frost, as well as her family: Blaise Frost, Winter Frost, Fino Frost and Fiera Frost. Any resemblance they bear to any specific person/place/thing is purely coincidental; please do not use them without MY permission.