A/N: Two chapters in two days! Woot! Haha, don't get too used to this, but I'm thinking that the next couple of weeks may end up with quite a few updates on most of my in progress stories. =D The Caycee/Bernard romance gets a little jump start in this chapter, specifically for my beloved sissy, Hearts-Speaking-Words (who better review when she reads this!).

~Destiny

Note: I do not own The Santa Clause. I'm just merely having fun with the characters. =D

Caycee closed the door behind her and looked at Bernard's sleeping form. She giggled. His head was on the pillow, turned towards the far wall, but his body was sprawled in an odd way. One arm was hanging off of the bed while the other was thrown across his body. His hand clenched the red blanket that was no longer covering him. His legs were bent at slightly different angles. He just looked adorable.

She watched him sleep for a few moments, contemplating on how to wake him up in the best way. Various ideas came to mind, but one really stood out to her. A devious grin spread across her face.

Quietly, she crept towards the bed. Her hand reached towards him, but she quickly stopped when he moved. There was a pause to make sure he was still sleeping before Caycee continued with her plan. Her hand grew cold as she placed it against Bernard's cheek. He turned his head towards her in response, causing her grin to turn into a smile.

He groaned and opened his eyes when all of his face turned cold. He blinked as he found himself in a sweet and chaste lip lock with a girl who looked like Caycee, only… Bluer. Backing away, he stuttered, "Wh-who are you? Why am I so cold?"

She laughed, "B, relax! It's me."

"Caycee? Why are you blue?" He purposely didn't ask about her method of waking him, since he was pretty sure she was in love with Jack, "What did I mess? When did you wake up?"

"It's a pretty long story…"

"Well, start talking."

She nodded towards his bare chest, "Do you want to put some clothes on first? I mean, the view is great, but I don't have this freezing thing under control just yet."

Bernard raised an eyebrow, "Um… Sure…" He got out of bed and threw on his usual outfit, "There. Now talk."

"I am a winter nymph. One of two alive, actually. I'm just like Frost only prettier." She laughed, but stopped when she saw that he was not joining her. She sighed, "Look, Mother Nature literally is my mother. Scot and Carol adopted me, because of some rule about nymphs and fairies living the first twenty years of their lives as a human. Around their twentieth birthday, or when they've matured enough, they go through a very painful transformation to their real form. I'm only one of two because of some curse the others tried to put on the first Santa."

"I know that story." He looked bewildered, "So… You're a nymph? A perfect match for Jack then."

"Well… Yes and no. Turns out, he's my brother. Mother Nature says we're not genetically related, but we pretty much are. It's just too weird now to be with him, but he will be a lot of help with learning all of this stuff." She gave him a slight smile, "Oh, and there's a party going on out there. That's why I woke you."

"With a frozen kiss?"

She blushed, "Well… Yeah… You just looked so cute and irresistible, and I've really wanted to do that since I was old enough to think about kissing and…" Caycee trailed off, biting her lip.

He smiled, "And what?"

"Nothing. I'll see you out at the party." She practically ran from the room, pausing once she had shut the door behind her, "Why on ice did I just do that?" Yet, a small smile would not leave her features as she went back to the party, feeling a lot better than she did before.