whoever can accurately draw Jack Frost and Rapunzel has clearly sold their soul to Satan. I swear they're thehardest animated characters to draw EVER! Like I can draw Merida and Hiccup fine. I can draw Tooth fine. I can draw Sophie and Jamie and Mavis and MK and other characters, so I know it's not just because they're CGI. Whyyyy? Why must they hurt me this way?

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DISCLAIMER: Yeah I don't own the Incredibles or Secret of the Wings I'm just mentioning some characters. That is all. (I think I already disclaimed Brave and HTTYD)

Oh yeah, sorry I kind of rambled at the end. Kind of throughout the whole chapter... *awkward shrug* And so the last chapter was late December, this chapter is like mid-late April. In this time, they've gotten an apartment (with the help of Flynn/Mavis) and they've also found Baby Tooth and Pascal. Which I will have their stories in a later chapter.

Jack's cool finger traced swirling lines up and down my arm. I shivered at the contrast between his temperature and the surrounding warm spring air.

Part of me wanted to joke that I wasn't a window for Jack to frost. But then he'd apologize abashedly, and his absentminded gesture would cease. I didn't want that. Although, it did make me wish he'd paint with me one day; I'm sure he'd be an amazing artist if he just gave it a chance.

It had just rained; the warm, wet rain that clung in the air and made everything smell damp in the best way possible. The weak sun struggled to shine through the light gray clouds stubbornly refusing to part

Originally, we had gone outside to search for rainbows and blow bubbles. But when we ran out of the bubble mixture, we simply intertwined our soapy fingers and scanned the sky. So far, we haven't see anything.

Plop.

I reached up to touch my cheek, a large drop had just landed on my face. Jack glanced at me just as a raindrop landed on his cheekbone. I giggled at his expression and wiped it away with my thumb.

He sat up and grabbed the umbrella we had brought with us; just in case. We huddled beneath it and listened to the rain plitter platter on the fabric.

"Do you want to go inside?" he asked.

"Not really," I shook my head. Glancing up, I could see the water droplets beading the umbrella and trickling down as they joined together.

"But what if it starts storming?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed as if a concerned expression would change my mind.

I admit it made me hesitate. But I reminded myself I was (almost) over my fear of thunderstorms.

"I'm the one supposed to worry all the time, remember?" I smiled. He nodded, and I leaned forward to kiss his cheek. My face heated up as the kiss landed on his lips instead. He had turned at the very last moment, and was now smirking at me. "Jack!"

He leaned in really close and grinned, "What? Are you afraid I have cooties? Is that it?"

"N-no..." I stuttered.

"Good," he quirked an eyebrow up, "Cause, hate to break it to you, but I already passed them on to you."

As if to prove his point, he kissed me again. I'm sure my face was radiating heat by now, but he didn't seem to notice.

When he pulled away, he kept his forehead pressed against mine. Under my breath I mumbled, "You look like a cyclops."

"I'd argue that you do too," he replied, "But you're a pretty one, so I won't."

"As long as I'm pretty," I laughed.

Almost instantly, his expression changed to serious as he touched my cheek gently and murmured, "Yeah..."

I couldn't resist anymore, so I gave into the magnetic pull and kissed him softly. He looped his arms around me and let the umbrella clatter to the ground. But I didn't mind. Unlike some people, who only get wet, I actually feel the rain. And I love it, almost as much as I love the feeling of sunshine and lying in the warm grass.

Jack's lips parted into a small smile as I pulled on his hoodie. Everything about the moment was perfect; I wished it could never end.

(POV Change)

Air? What is air? We don't need air. Psh.

But seriously, I think I forgot how to breathe. That may be a problem.

I'll deal with it later.

I ran my fingers through her damp hair and tried to pull her in closer, as if physics was going to let me. Unfortunately, I think we had the absolute minimum amount of distance between us, and we couldn't make it any smaller at this point.

As I kissed her, all I could think were those three words...the ones I can only blurt out when I'm half asleep or completely overwhelmed by my emotions.

I pulled away, thinking maybe I could say them.

She looked at me, the question burning in her eyes.

"I..." I choked on my words, "Olive you."

A giggle escaped her lips, "Olive you too."

No...no I LOVE you...crap why can't I say it?

Before I could beat myself up anymore, my mind erased itself as we kissed again.

I bet she thinks this is my regular heartbeat...because whenever she's around it shoots up to maybe a thousand miles a minute and it won't calm down until she's too far away. By too far away, I mean when I can't hear her own heartbeat anymore.

She pulled away and stared at me wide-eyed as a crack of thunder rang through the air. I tried to not let out a groan of pain from the sudden emptiness I felt without her, but it might've come out anyway.

"Let's go inside," I said, standing up and offering my hand to help her up.

As soon as her feet were touching the ground she took off running. I sighed and stooped down to gather the blanket and close the umbrella before running myself.

(POV Change)

I tucked a short strand of hair behind my ear and tried not to frown as it fell right back to where it was before.

Jack breathed in sharply as his hand shook and one of his dashes ended up being too long. In all honestly, I think still it looked perfect. But I guess he didn't think so, judging by the deepening crease between his eyebrows.

He let out a sigh and stared at the wall intently. For the past hour, he had been painting. And for the past hour, I had been watching him; mesmerized. I was SO glad I finally convinced him to paint with me.

Carefully setting the paintbrush down, he flexed his fingers a few times before dropping his hand. The entire time his eyes stayed locked on the drying paint; probably scanning it for mistakes.

"It's beautiful," I smiled.

He glanced at me with a smile, "You think so?"

I nodded.

Standing up, he motioned for me to follow him. We backed up to the other side of the room and I saw the bigger picture; literally. His tiny dashes that I had thought were simply frost? From far away they made a sun half encased by a crescent moon.

"How...?" my jaw dropped open.

"You'll catch flies," he joked, putting his hand under my chin so my mouth closed.

"I TOLD you!" I poked his chest, "I told you that you could paint! And I was so right!"

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah yeah, when aren't you right?" a smile lit up his face after attempting to keep a stony expression.

No specific instances came to mind...

"Anyway, so is the apartment done?" I asked. "Now that all the walls have been painted..."

"Well...I'll probably paint the walls some more..." I mused, glancing around to find that all the walls HAD been painted, "I'm sure there's room somewhere..."

"Right," he tousled my hair.

I smiled to myself.

"Wait a second..." he cupped my face and lifted it.

"What?" he was squinting at me, like he was looking for something on my face.

"You weren't even painting!" he burst into laughter, "How did you get paint on your face?"

I blushed, "Are you serious?! Where?!"

"Right..." he dipped his fingers in the yellow paint and tapped my nose, "There."

At first he laughed. But then he realized his mistake.

"Oh God...don't you dare..." he stared at me wide eyed and backed away.

I smiled and dipped my own fingers in purple paint.

(POV Change)

Scratching at my neck, I wondered why dried paint itched so badly. And why Rapunzel took such long showers.

"Hurry up or I'm getting in with you!" I called.

I could hear a yelp from behind the door and I smirked.

Pascal, her chameleon, glared at me.

"Whaaat?" I groaned, "It was a JOKE."

He rolled his eyes and went back over to finish playing mini hopscotch with Baby Tooth.

FINALLY, Rapunzel strode out of the steamy bathroom, drying her damp hair with a towel and wearing my hoodie and pajama bottoms.

"Hey," I protested.

She smiled, "Thank you."

I stuck out my tongue, and she quickly returned the gesture. Only after I was safely in the bathroom did I allow myself to laugh.

After my shower, we cuddled up in our room. Baby Tooth and Pascal climbed into the mini beds Rapunzel had made for them, and we climbed into our regular sized bed.

While we talked, I twisted the silver ring on her third finger. Although I didn't say it out loud, all I could think as I stated at it was: I can't wait to replace you.

Not that I wanted that ring gone (it was made by my best friend when I was human, so of course not) but this ring is from our human marriage. I want her to have a ring from our new marriage. Which will happen whenever I figure out how to ask her. (If she says yes...obviously.)

There was a silence, a pause between the conversations. Finally, Rapunzel asked softly, "Do you think it's just us?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Do you think there are any other humans from our lifetime that came back? Or do you think it's just us?" she asked, looking at me expectantly.

I shrugged, "You're the first spirit I've met like me. All the others are at least a thousand years older, it was awful."

"Who are the other spirits?" she asked, "That you know of?"

"Well...the Guardians," I mused, "North, the Guardian of Wonder...Toothiana, Guardian of Memories...Aster, Guardian of Hope...and Sandy, the Guardian of Dreams."

"Are they nice?"

I snorted, thinking about when they tried to make me become a Guardian, "Sure. They're great." Before she could ask, I continued, "And then there's Periwinkle and Lucius. I think they're spirits...they help bring Winter. We aren't very close though; Peri's a pixie and Lucius likes to blend in with humans."

She nodded.

"And then there's this one guy...I haven't met him, but he rides a dragon. And that's all he's been doing for most of his immortal life," I imagined how great that's be; just you and your best friend soaring through the clouds together... You know, and your best friend not being the wind.

"Hiccup?" Rapunzel asked, a perplexed look on her face.

"Yeah..." I nodded slowly. It rang a bell...but I couldn't figure out why.

"He was my imaginary friend..." she admitted shyly, "Him and Merida..."

"Merida?" that rang a bell too...

"She was an archer, I don't know," she shrugged, "Anyway...we...probably should go to bed now."

I glanced at the clock, "Yeah..."

Kissing me softly, she smiled, "Goodnight Jack."

"Night," I murmured, reaching to turn the lamp off. Then I snuggled under the blankets with her and held her as her breathing evened out.

Merida and Hiccup. Why do I know those names?

Hm...

I glanced down and realized I was running my fingers through her hair. Laughing at myself, I put my head to my pillow and closed my eyes.

Hopefully tonight I won't have a bad dream...