The Terror Of The Snow
Pairing: Cross/Klaud
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Cross and Klaud went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Cross hit Klaud in her head with a big iceball. It hurt a lot, but Cross kissed it sweetly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really happy snow man!" Klaud said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Cross said. "That would be more politically correct."
"I know," Klaud said. "We can make a snow cat. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up gently and made a nice snow cat. Cross put on a sled for the back. The cat was almost as big as him.
"It looks nice," Klaud said kindly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Cross said and held up an Old Batterd Hat. "I found this in a sewer." He put the hat onto the cat's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the cat, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like the breeze.
Klaud screamed quickly and ran but the snow cat chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow cat hugged her softly.
"Nobody does that to my little cloud muffin!," Cross screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow cat through the arm. It fell down and Cross kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Klaud said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The Old Battered Hat lay in the yard until a child picked it up and took it home.