Note: Prim's birthday is on December 5, a few days away from Jack's birthday (I shall assume it falls on December 21).

A birthday is considered special in a teenager's life and Prim's was no exception; she's turning seventeen today. Now that she's confined inside her house, she couldn't do much except wait for the gifts to come rushing in. At least she could leave her room and grab something from the fridge for something to munch on, but apart from that, her day was typically boring. Her siblings had to attend school and her parents had to work in the office, though they had promised her they'd eat dinner together. She finished her homeschooling within a few hours with her teacher giving her a set of pastels for her to use in her free time. A few minutes later, a mailman came with a parcel for her: it was a pack of letters from her friends in her former boarding school. It made her smile that they remember her and wished her good health, but they admitted that they couldn't visit her in town. She thought their greetings were enough, rather than receiving nothing at all from them.

Sophie had created a birthday card for her with a doodle of their family, much to Prim's delight. On the other hand, Jamie bought a snow globe for his sister so that she wouldn't have to miss out all the snow outside their house. She ended up hugging her siblings so as not to cry in front of them. When their parents came home, their mother had produced a novel that Prim was inclined to read but was unavailable in the book store everytime she looked for it, while their father bought her a watch which proved to be unnecessary since they have wall clocks at home and Prim never wanted to check the time because every tick of the watch meant that her death was imminent. They had a presumptuous dinner together, chatting and laughing in between cutting the fried chicken (Prim's favorite) and chewing it.

Prim knew her birthday wouldn't be complete if the person she most expected to come would have forgotten her special day. She even reminded him a week ago that she'd be turning seventeen soon. Could something have happened that the young man couldn't make it?

She waited in her bedroom as she tried to lull herself to sleep, but ended up being more awake. It was already time for Sandy's dreams to take effect in every children, but Prim didn't want to have her dreams tonight without seeing Jack. She had already given up all hope when she heard a familiar knocking on her window and caught a glimpse of his white snowy hair and blue orbs. She immediately sat up and fixed herself.

"Jack! You came!" As soon as she put on her shawl, she opened the window immediately as the winter spirit came in, his hand on his staff, and the other on what seemed to be his present for Prim. It was an ice sculpture of a rabbit. "For you." He smiled sheepishly, his eyes looking down for he didn't want to expect Prim's face beaming at such a small gift.

"Jack, it's wonderful! Did you make this?"

He nodded as he turned over his gift into Prim's palms. "I'm sorry I only came now. Had to fix some things and…" He wanted to tell her how hard it was to do the fur patterns on the rabbit because it kept on resembling Bunnymund but he didn't complete his sentence anymore. Jack felt himself being enveloped in Prim's arms. He embraced her as well, feeling that his cheeks were starting to burn. He turned his ear just in time to hear Prim say, "Thank you, Jack."

He remembered why he was there in the first place. He suddenly regained himself as he stood and announced to Prim, "Well, birthday girl, it still is your birthday, so let me make it up to you." He grinned once again as he pushed the window open and stepped his foot on the window sill, his hand extending to Prim.

The now-seventeen-year old girl was completely astounded at what Jack was suggesting. "You want me to come with you outside?" His face lit up.

"Oh, but Jack, I don't know if I'm supposed to." She knew that he had a knack of making pranks that could cause disaster most of the time.

"I made the snow stop for you, in case you might freeze to death. Besides, I'll bring you back in no time." He smiled at her reassuringly but Prim was still hesitant. She didn't want her mother to find her missing, and with the window open, she'd conclude she had ran away by jumping outside from the second floor of their house. That would break her mother's heart.

"Please, Prim? Trust me on this." Prim looked at him with faith. His words gave the effect he wanted to. Nodding, Prim reached out for him and climbed behind his back as he knelt down. From Jack's skinny physical appearance, Prim was sure she'd topple over him, but as she had lost weight ever since she became sick, she had been light as a feather.

"Hold tightly. This isn't your ordinary piggy back ride." And with that, he jumped out of the window and felt the air pressure behind them. Prim closed her eyes and clutched Jack's hoodie as tight as she could for she was afraid of falling to death (she'd rather die peacefully in bed, she thought) but the moment she opened her eyes, they were already in the skies. Jack was jumping from one building to another, his feet racing with the wind, his staff in his hand emitting frost in their tracks. Her legs clutched Jack's torso and her hands dangled in front of him, grabbing on to his clothing as if she were hanging on for dear life. The air was rushing behind them, as Jack gained his speed, running everywhere he could put his feet on, from the sidewalks to the rooftops to the frozen ponds (he was cautious when he ran through these) then to the grassy lands. Once in a while he'd jumped higher than the clouds, and both of them could see the stars watching them. Flying was a wonderful feeling, Prim had noticed. For a moment, it was as if she had gained some sort of freedom.

They had arrived at a hidden area behind the park where the trees where surrounding them and they could see the frozen lake at the bottom since they were on top of a hill. Prim saw that there were mats on a part of the area, as well as a picnic basket filled with food. Putting two and two together, she understood that Jack had set it out for her. "Now all we're missing are lights!"

"What lights?" Jack smirked as he snapped his fingers, and suddenly, Christmas lights flickered on the trees all around them.

Prim was impressed by his hardwork. She held her arm akimbo in front of Jack, her face skeptical. "Last I remember, you were the winter spirit, not the electricity man."

The winter spirit slightly grinned. "North helped me with the glowing stuff. I asked the Man in the Moon to give us enough moonlight tonight as well. Now this is what you call the real meeting by the moonlight." Jack knelt on the mats and started unpacking the food. "And this is what you call a midnight snack." Prim sat beside him to start on the food. They ate together the chocolate cake of which recipe Jack had learned from Bunnymund and sipped the orange juice Phil the Yeti had made for them. Once the plates were empty, Jack took out a music player he had borrowed from Jamie and pressed the play button (he had already learned his lesson when Jamie reprimanded him, "No Jack, that's the record button!"). Slow dance music filled the air as Jack pulled Prim up, gently held her in the waist as he placed her hands on his shoulders, and started to sway her to the rhythm.

"I didn't know you could dance, Jack."

"Tooth taught me, in exchange for helping her collect the children's teeth next week. Just a crash course to be exact." He grinned at her. Prim had to wonder how much effort Jack had put into all this just to make her birthday special. And to think she nearly got mad at him for not appearing during the day at all. Jack turned her around and caught her back in his arms again.

She felt entranced just by looking at Jack. He was as beautiful as an angel, and she feared she might be blushing in front of him so she kept her mind on other things. That was when she started to notice the moon glowing brighter as if signaling something, but only Jack caught the message: it was time to tell her the truth. "Prim?"

"Yes, Jack?"

'Here it goes.' He took a deep breath as he faced the moment he'd been waiting for. "I like you. I don't mind spending the rest of my life falling in love with you." He expected her to be taken aback by his words, but to his surprise, she calmly took it in.

"That's not fair. You're immortal. As for me, I don't even know how long I'll stay alive."

"Don't say that. You're not dying any sooner. Whatever happens, you have to make most of it. Let me take care of you. I promise I'd do my best."

Prim didn't come up with a response. Instead, she buried her face in Jack's shoulder. "I've always liked you, Jackson Overland Frost. Ever since the day we met, you had already caught my heart."

Jack never felt this happy ever before. It was far different from his analogies of making snow angels and Jamie's ice cream. The slow dance, the lights, the gleaming of the moon, and the setting were all perfect, too beautiful to be planned by a first-timer who had never fallen in love before. He managed to utter his words that bore the most meaning to him, "Be mine, Primrose Marie Bennett."

She looked at Jack and her brown eyes clashed with his blue ones. Jack could only ponder on the beauty of her face getting closer and closer to him, until he felt his lips caught hers. No one would have ever thought that the Winter Spirit could fall in love after 300 years of solitude in his life, even more, fall in love with a mortal girl. Everything became so blissful to Jack as he wanted to stay in that position, forever lost in oblivion.

After a few more seconds, Prim broke the connection. She smiled at him shyly, for she knew she was already his, and he was already hers. She knew that this was the time to fall in love, to make mistakes, to live life to the fullest, and she chose to be with Jack. It was already midnight when Jack offered to pack up already before Prim's parents would find out she's gone. He left everything neatly put away in the middle of the grassy area where the Yetis would get it for him as he carried Prim back to her house. He carried her unto his back once again and as he flew, he did it more slowly to savor the moment with Prim.

Once Prim's feet had touched her bedroom floor, Jack decided to say goodbye for the meantime.

"I had a good time, Jack. Thanks for everything."

"Me too, it was the best date ever."

"Now you sound like a mortal even more."

"You like that?"

"I prefer to brag that I am in love with the Guardian of Fun who hits kids with snowballs."

They exchanged their last words with each other before Prim closed the windows and Jack flew off to the North Pole to tell his experience to the other Guardians. It had been a wonderful night after all and as for Prim, it was the best birthday she could ever have.

When she went back to her bed, and as she stared into space, she wondered if it was just a dream Sandy made for her. When she woke up, she saw the ice sculpture of the rabbit on her table. It was enough proof for her that she didn't dream it up.

The Spirit of Winter had given his heart to her.

Inspired by "Fly Me to the Moon".