Jack Frost as Red, Belle, Cinderella, Psyche, Snow White
Aster Bunnymund as Gaston, Beast, Prince Charming 2x, The Wolf, Cupid
Nicholas St. North as grandpa of Red
Toothiana as grandma of Red
Chip as The North's son
Jamie and Sophie Bennet as Clogsworth(Jamie), Lumiere(Sophie)
Jamie and Sophie's mom, Mrs.Potts
Cupcake as The Fairy Godmother,
Monty and Claude as The Mice.
Sandserson Mansnoozie as The maestro,
Pitch Black as The sleeping wardrobe.
Mother Nature as the Lady Tremaine (nice lady)
Two sprites as the Evil Stepsisters (referred to as sprites)
I'm not sure this is a good idea... let's do it!
"What was I thinking, asking him to dinner, I mean, I know he knows but I still, I'm- oh God I'm freakin the freak out!" E. Aster was murmuring to himself and he paced back and forth in human form.
"Aster?" ,Aster jumped at the sound of his name and turned torwards Jack. If Aster had less dignity, he would have dropped to his knees and prayed to the god before him.
Jack was wearing his cloak, underneath it, a long yellow chiffon decorated in lavender flowers, that matched the curve of his hips and flowed gently behind him.
"P-Pitch said you'd like it, but if you want I can change," Jack muttered, beginning to turn back upstairs.
"No!" Aster half-shouted before saying it more gently. "No, I love it, come, sit," he motioned to the table and sat opposite from Jack.
After a while of both picking at their food and awkwardly glancing at each other Jack tried to strike up a conversation.
"So..." he began, "you're cursed?" Jack almost face palmed. 'You're cursed,' yeah just disrespect royalty who can turn into a giant something. "I mean, why- what happened?" Aster laughed lightly easing some of Jack's discomfort.
"A witch who had been outcast from her town came here for shelter when I was young. It was late and my mother and father were away for business, like they are now. I knew I shouldn't have opened the door while home alone, so when she asked me to stay, I panicked and yelled for her to leave and shut the door in her face,"
"Oh wow, that's, a lot," Jack murmured.
"Yeah, I've learned to live with it. You wanna know what I can't live with?"
"W-what?"
"I still only know you last name and that your first name starts with J,"
flashback*
"Aster Bunnymund, At your service love,"
"Overland, Ja-oh my goodness, I have to go, I must get to my grandparents house!"
end*
"Oh god! I'm terribly sorry, I'm Jack, Jackson Overland," Jack told him blushing a light blue, leaving Aster to wonder how far it went.
"What did the witch do to you?" Aster laughed.
"Wh- What?" Jack squeaked, shooting straight up in his seat. How does he know?!
"I'm pretty sure people don't blush blue for nothing, I assumed the witch," I'm blushing!? Jack thought, blushing even a deeper shade. He brushed his fingers against his cheek, and sure enough, there was cool frost gathering.
"I- I made her a coat and some soup during a bad winter when I was young, she told me my sister watches over me and gave me these powers. He made it snow a bit over the pudding before melting it.
"I," Aster began to stutter. Jack braced himself for an onslaught of disgust and hate. "That's beautiful, you... are beautiful,"
Jack gasped and smiled. "No one has ever called me beautiful." He murmured.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while untill there was a loud clattering in the main hall. The two hurried to see what it was. As they came around the corner, Aster couldn't help but guffaw. Sophie was face down on the ground, Jamie still half peeking around the corner. They'd been caught spying, red handed.
It didn't take long after dinner for there to be something more between Jack and Aster. They could be found chatting or cooking or pretty much anything at all. They sat under the moon and stars when they had their first kiss. They'd been talking about how their siblings sucked and how they loved sweets.
Jack was talking about a bakery in town that had the best sweets when Aster couldn't help but kiss him. It was sudden, like lightning, and smooth, like thunder, but Jack wasn't complaining. For the first time in forever, he was joyous.
Joy, however, is fleeting