Disclaimer: I do not own the Santa Clause trilogy or anything in relation to it. The characters and events are not mine (except for my OCs, of course).

A/N: This chapter is pretty short, but it's all about Crys and Jack. Also, there's a particularly good moment in this chapter between those two! (= I won't say any more-just go on and read!

Chapter Thirteen: Snowflake Kisses

It was as magical as the first time. Crys was led to a secluded spot behind the factory, Jack's cool hands wrapped lightly around her wrists. As soon as he was satisfied with their quiet location, he began to demonstrate his power.

"A fresh order of snowflakes coming right up," he said before cupping his hands below his lips.

Mesmerized, Crys watched as Jack's skin turned the color of sky blue and he breathed cold air into his hands.

In an instant, Jack was showering her with the most unique and beautiful snowflakes. Someone with the power to create these beautiful snowflakes could not possibly be bad, she mused as the delicate snowflakes touched her skin.

Catching a few on her fingers, Crys examined them—never were there two snowflakes that were the same. Each one was intricate and seemed to melt right into her skin, becoming a part of her. The snowflakes were so white; it was almost like peering into tiny mirrors.

It was times like those that Crys knew she could never convince her heart to change—some piece of her would always want to be with Jack. Even David could not affect that.

"I've always loved your snowflakes," Crys gasped as more gently danced their way into her hair and onto her tongue.

It occurred to her that she had made a little bit of a slip-up, but she didn't care; those were the words she desperately needed to say and the words, she suspected, he needed to hear. Jack gazed at her with amusement and steadied her with his hands.

"Why does it feel like I know you?" Jack's blue eyes were burning into hers, his lips curved in a puzzled way.

Crys opened her mouth to explain to him about Carma's deal, to make him understand…but nothing came. That's right. She's forbidden me to tell anyone about it. Jack can never know.

"Maybe it's because you do know me. Trust me when I say that," she told him, hating the way she could not reveal the truth. One of Jack's hands lifted her head closer to him and Crys' heart sped up, anticipating what was coming next. A little closer…please…

"Thank you for admiring my snowflakes, sweetheart," Jack whispered, drawing his hand away. Crys' hopes shattered as the snowflakes died away and ceased falling. No! We were much too close!

Jack took a step away from her, one step too far for her liking. No, I'm not going to lose him to someone like her, Crys vowed.

Before she could think twice, Crys pressed herself against Jack, wrapped her arms around his neck, and allowed her lips to find his. All of her bottled emotions swept out in a river—the pain of the miscarriage, the fear of losing him, the longing and desire she felt for him.

Jack's body grew tense with surprise and then he carefully slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but Crys had felt him respond to her.

Jack broke the kiss by firmly laying his hands on her shoulders and forcing her back. Crys' lips were still pleasantly cold from kissing him and she regretted seeing it end so soon. You kissed back, she wanted to yell at him. Why does she have to control you?

"Let's make one thing clear, darling. I belong to Carma," he chose his words with delicacy and spoke in a hushed tone. Part of his statement rang true—he did, in fact, belong to Carma…unless she changed it.

"No, you don't belong to her. She's manipulative and it's all a game to her," Crys snapped back, anger getting the best of her. Jack's lips transformed into a firm line and he lowered his mouth to her ear to whisper to her.

"And what game is it that you are playing, Crys?" There was a sharp quality in his voice that she had never heard whenever he had addressed her. It shook her to the bone.

Crys' throat was dry as sandpaper and words would not come. Jack Frost interpreted her silence as understanding and, with a dip of his head, started away from her. Crys wanted so much to run to him, hold onto him, but she knew that would not matter. What am I supposed to do?

Crys was suddenly aware of a wet substance on her cheek. Lightly, she touched a finger to the spot and found a single snowflake there, the most beautiful one she had seen yet.

As she watched, the snowflake shrunk in on itself and melted away altogether, leaving only a teardrop on her finger.

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It's kind of short, but I promise the wait will not be long! Did you all enjoy the wonderful moment between Crys/Jack? You can never get enough of Jack Frost, right? ;)

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