A/N: Wow! So many people like my story! I'm so glad :D
Enjoy! Remember to review!
Winter gives a small shriek as Jack hits her, almost knocking the wind out of her. His momentum carries them both into the air, a gust from behind carrying them higher. The girl gasps, both from the punch to her gut and the view over Jack's shoulder at the snowy ground retreating far below. Jack hears her intake and smiles, slowing at the apex of his swoop, still holding onto her tightly. She gazes at the incredible landscape below, mouth gaping in wonder. Jack's grip loosens, and before Winter can do anything more that look down in fear, she slips out of his grip and plummets to the ground. Her legs flail and the wind blows her hair and the hood of her jacket almost straight up. Winter's high pitched scream echoes around the craggy mountains as the ground gets alarmingly close, the ice no longer looking beautiful but rather cold and unforgiving. Winter is certain she cannot survive a fall from this height, and closes her eyes as she gets ever closer to the deadly beauty that sparkles below her.
The wind around her increases noticeably, and she feels herself slowing. Finally, she comes to a standstill, hovering in the frigid air. Glancing around, she expects to see Jack floating somewhere nearby, directing the wind that saved her. Instead, she hears the sound of Jack's contagious laughter echoing around underneath her. She looks down. The distance still remaining to the ground is enough that her shock causes her to drop slightly, but she manages to make out Jack's blue hoodie against the blinding backdrop, much too far below the presumed range of the wind. Closing her eyes, she wills herself up, and the wind becomes deafening as she rises a few feet. Opening her eyes again, she finds Jack's astoundingly blue irises inches from her own. The frozen girl shoots backward a few feet, causing her male counterpart to laugh again. Seizing her hands, he whirls around, like Charon and Pluto spinning in their endless dance. Eventually, the centripetal force rips them apart and sends them tumbling head over heels in opposite directions. Jack steadies himself first, giggling, and watches as Winter reoriented herself, using her arms to stabilize herself. Finally, she too comes to a halt (As much as possible while floating in the air) and giggles at Jack floating a good 20 feet away and 5 feet above her. Just then, North hollers out the door.
"Jack! Winter! Break's over!" He quickly ducks back inside to avoid frostbite, muttering in Russian about the two irresponsible teens. Winter soars over to Jack and nearly smashes into him before stopping in front of him and groaning at the prospect of ruining more eggs. A conspiratorial grin grows across his face like spilled paint, transforming his entire face into the mischievous grin he wears so often.
"We don't have to paint eggs." Winter's eyes widened.
"But you made a promise!"
"I said I'd make it up to him, not that I would paint eggs. I can do it later." Winter feels guilty, but really hates painting eggs. She deliberates for a moment more, then grins excitedly and says
"Where to?" Jack Frost gestures with his icy staff in a southerly direction and Winter sets off, zooming away from the archetypal workshop.
As they fly, the sun sets, spilling dying light like the last gasps of blood from a gaping wound over the tundra as it sinks below the horizon. The light is reflected back up at them from the sparkling snow and makes the whole world seem tinted with a rosy tinge. Jack's white hair is stained as he smiles over at Winter, who still seems out of control and, every so often, completely tumbles head over heads around in a summersault. This fails to stop her from gazing down at the frothy waves as they soar out over an ocean. As they fly over the land again, speeding up, it transforms from a frozen, barren landscape to snowy plains dotted with small towns and villages. As they soar over the largest city so far, fat flakes begin drifting from the cloud just above them. As the stream of air carrying her sends the small particles spinning into eddies and whirls like leaves in a river, Winter gazes over at Jack, who smiles at her as snow gathers on his hoodie and eyelashes. Suddenly, he swoops downwards, shouting as he flies down in between the buildings, bouncing of cars and the buildings, spreading frost wherever he touches. Winter stays above him, not confident enough in her flying abilities to attempt any fancy tricks yet, but manages to frost over the windows of a few office buildings, even if she has to slow almost to a standstill to do it. Jack flies up towards the girl floating above the city, the cold air pushing his hair back from his joyful face. He floats for a second, flying next to her just long enough to touch her on the shoulder before plummeting and rotating until he is facing the ground. His shout of "Tag!" spurs Winter into action. Dropping after Jack, she throws her arms back in an attempt to streamline her body and catch up with him.
They fly in such a manner, Winter finally managing to catch him just as New York City begins to glow on the horizon. It dyes the whole sky a sickly orange. Winter looks excitedly at Jack, but he continues. Over cities and towns, only occasionally ducking in between buildings to spread winter cheer. Finally, in a part of the country that is almost as snowy as the north pole, Jack slows. By now, Winter is lagging, exhausted. Noticing the bags under her eyes, standing out in sharp contrast to her pale skin, Jack slows over a small clearing near a tiny town. He lands in a tree, then catches her as she awkwardly lands too.
In an unspoken agreement, they propped themselves up in the tree, close enough to be touching, but not so close as to be touching all the time.
If anyone is interested, I am looking for an editor. If you wish to be involved and read my chapters first (As if) just PM me and I would love to have someone look over my chapters before I post them!