Jack felt the newest spirit shift under his hold. He released his hold, backing slightly away enough to look into her eyes. She looked confused, but she didn't seem scared anymore.

"Have you… done this before?"

"What? Hold you?" He leaned forward, nudging her nose with his. "Yes, every night for a month and a half."

"Why?"

"I'll tell you when you remember."

She huffed at that, her perfectly cool lips forming into a frown. That answer didn't seem to suffice to her. If it weren't for the same amnesia he still somewhat suffered from, Jack figured he'd already have taught her to use her powers. Speaking of which, there was another trick she absolutely needed to know.

How to make a snow day.

In other words, learning how to make it snow.

"Alice," He backed away again holding his staff up in one hand, "There's another trick you should know." Alice nodded, her staff held tightly in her hands, copying Jack's hand on his own staff. "It's an ability winter spirits have: Making it snow."

"How do I do that?"

"Using your staff to direct it, you just… will it. It helps to be happy when you try it, otherwise it can result in blizzards, and Bunny will blame it on me."

Alice nodded, focusing on her staff for a moment. He heard a soft laugh escape her lips as she noticed her efforts were true as a soft downfall erupted from the skies. She was probably feeling the same way he had the first time he'd made the flurries start. Utter joy in a midst of confusion and fear.

"Yeah!" He called, pumping his fist into the air. "Alright!"

"Snow!" Alice shouted to no one in particular, a smile bright on her face.

"And you did this. Not me."

"Me… not Jack."

"Yeah."

Didn't I tell you everything will be alright?

But be careful, the nightmarish man still hunts.

He nodded, watching her dive into the flurries, rolling around in them. Like she couldn't when she was sick. When she was terminally ill. Before she died… when he couldn't protect her. Letting the wind carry him, Jack floated over to Alice, noting the lack of light lining the sky.

"We better head back, or North'll get mad at me for keeping you out here."

She nodded, turning to face him, the wind catching her snow kissed strands and blowing them in front of her cobalt eyes.

"Jack…"

"Alice…?"

"Do you like holding me?"

"Yes, why?" Like he could lie to her right now.

"You just seemed like you did." She shrugged, her head tilting to the ground, effectively hiding her face.

"When you remember, I'll tell you."

Alice nodded to the ground. She looked dejected, the way he remembered looking like before learning his past and the reason for his choosing. The way Jack never wanted to see her. It hurt worse than seeing her crying with fever those nights during that month and a half.

"Alice, look at me." He reached forward and took her chin in his fingers, lifting her head until he was looking her in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I can't tell you just yet."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to scare you." This earned a frightened look to cross her features, "Hey, look here, it's nothing bad."

"But, you-"

"They say Jack Frost 'nips' at your nose." Jack interrupted Alice, "But I don't think I want to go and bite random peoples' noses."

"I wouldn't think so. That would be… weird."

"Yeah, although…"

Jack brought his face closer to hers, ignoring the crimson blazes that attacked the two of their faces. He chuckled at the sound of her gasp when he gently bit the tip of her nose.

"… I think there are some exceptions."


"I'd like to speak to you about the will. Alice Brooks has been missing for over a week. I regret to believe that she is dead, but if she is, the will needs to be looked at." Camille sat down in the leather chair, handing over the document to the family attorney.

Clearing his throat, the man in question took the document and began reading it, muttering quietly to himself. After around ten minutes, the man set the paper on the desk before him and leaned back in his chair. "Is your name one of the following: Eric Ridings, Andrea Hill, Pierre Anderson, or Alex and Andre Riwl?"

"Um, no. Those are the names of the workers of the house."

"Then I'm afraid you cannot claim anything."

"But-"

"Well, except for the change that Miss Alice made before her disappearance."

"What did she change?"

"It seems she left a portion of the inheritance, including possession of the business, to Camille Young. There is also a portion left to a James Adler."

"That brat left money to me?"

"Yes, she changed it about three hours before she went missing, if the times are correct."

"Why?"

"It says, and I quote,

'I know what you were doing. Here's what you want.'

Does that mean anything to you?"

"She knew?"


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Okay, had to sneak some plot in there. A few plot bunnies made it past the fwuff bunnies.

Sorry it's up so late. Been busy then fell asleep. Eh, happens.

It's probably kinda short too, and it's probably not written as well as I usually want it.

Thanks for the reviews/follows/favorites… even at 0132 in the morning.

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