Ash sleepily drug herself out of bed, she wasn't a morning person. As she stretched her back out, she noticed the windows were all frosted up. This peeked her curiosity as it was early and ice was pretty to look at. She suddenly realized when a blast of cold air blew in at her that someone had opened her second story window. Then she saw snow. She had just woke up, and she didn't realize that the snow was only outside of her window.
"Grey! Ali! Come here, you have to see this!" She called, still staring out her window. She knew that they'd be up because they always woke up before her. At 8:45, it didn't really matter if she woke anyone else up anyway.
The two little kids bounced through the door a few minutes later, and then someone taller appeared behind them. Ash didn't notice him, she was still staring at the snow.
"What? What is it?" Grey asked excitedly, bounding to her side. He gasped when he saw the snow and then continued with, "Ali! Ali! It snowed, Ali!"
Ali appeared at Ash's other side, she loved the snow. Suddenly a deeper voice broke in and startled Ash.
"That's strange, it didn't snow anywhere else... There's ice everywhere, but no snow." Dimitri observed with curiosity lacing his voice.
"Dimitri! You..." Ash started, but her words were drowned out by the two little kids excitedly yelling.
"It's Jack Frost! It's Jack Frost! He was here last night!" They both squealed in unison. "He even left a little note! The snow! See? See? It's Jack Frost!"
Ash ruffled Grey's hair with a giggle. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if the kids knew something she didn't... Or if she knew something they didn't - the more likely scenario. And there for a moment - just a moment - she thought she saw a footprint in the snow. She blinked and shook her head - it was gone.
After a few minutes of near-incoherent babbling, the children were called down to do their chores. Dimitri laughed. "Don't you miss being Young enough to believe in anything?" 'If only you knew the half of it.' She thought, nodding and smiling at the tall, green eyed, blonde boy.
"Yeah, I do," she said.
That night, Ash and the children were out playing in the back yard. She was pushing Grey on an old tire swing that hung from a fairly old oak tree. It was cold, but the kids were having too much fun to notice.
Ash's fingers ached from the cold as she pushed the old tire. Grey yelped in delight at the sudden acceleration. As she pushed, she twisted it a little, so the tire spun as it swung. Then she stepped back by Ali and shoved her cold bare hand up under her arms to keep them warm. She glanced up at the dark sky, and what she saw made her gasp.
"What?" Little Ali asked, looking up at ash, then following her state to the night sky. She too, was overwhelmed with a childish wonder. Grey noticed that his audience was no longer paying attention to him, and he, too, looked to see what the two girls found so amazing. When he saw it, he forgot all about the swing, and stared at it speechlessly.
Ash had seen the Northern Lights before, they had even been really bright over some of the recent summer months. She'd bever seen them this bright before, though, and especially not during this time of the winter. The beautiful blues and greens were crisper than any picture or painting she'd ever seen. They were the most spectacular thing she'd seen in a very long time.
"Woah." Grey mumbled, barely breaking the silence.