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Jack Frost bolted into the sky, he had much more practice with his wintery powers. 250 years of near solitude makes you come up with ways to entertain yourself. He could easily control the formation of ice and the amount of snow falling, however if he wanted to give these kids a snow day he would have to whip up a blizzard and fast. He began with a swirl of the clouds. Making them nice and heavy with snow, a wicked smile spread across his lips. He blew into the air making the snow even thicker.
He looked at the clouds, sure it would snow, but it wouldn't be enough to make the children not have school. He began to swing his staff around in a circle creating a whirlwind that would blow the snow even harder on the ground. Would this be enough? He paused… It had been a while since he had this much fun with a good storm. He decided to drop the temperature too just so that the water on the ground quickly froze. He laughed as his perfect storm was finally ready. He came down from the clouds and met Pitch on the ground just as the first winds started to blow.
The snow began to come down ever so gently, some of the kids seemed excited but their parents seemed to be less than thrilled about it. Jack frowned then made a face at the people, not that they could see him.
"Ungrateful." He pouted and grabbed Pitch's arm. "Come on we will have a better view from my place."
Pitch followed Jack and they watched from high up in a tree, the storm reached for miles around.
"I must say this is your best work." He held up a mug of Jack's homemade hot chocolate.
Jack clinked his own mug with Pitch's. "Yup, THAT will make one heck of a snow day. Heck it might even be a snow week. It will take days for that storm to die down." He laughed then took a sip of his coco.
Pitch looked at the mug perplexed. It was rather pretty made completely out of ice, the designs intricate and delicate, like he hand carved each detail. And because of Jack's icy powers not even the hot liquid inside could damage the mug. He and Pitch had shared many a day just chatting and sharing in each others company. But today felt different. To Pitch anyway.
He almost felt bad for not including Jack in his evil plan. It's not like he had any proof Jack would reject it right away. He sighed, it was better for him not to know until Pitch was sure he would choose his side. After all it wasn't like Jack made the storm to ruin Easter Sunday, he did it for the joy of the children. Something like that was why Pitch had never been truly honest about what he did to children. Though Jack never asked him. Pitch was almost sure he must have known, he was the boogeyman after all, its not exactly a flattering name.
He would find out sooner or Later.
As night began to set in Pitch said his good byes to Jack. "Well I have to be off."
"Hey Pitch...um.. thanks for taking me to town today… I uh, had fun making that big storm… uh yeah so… see you around sunrise." A light pink formed on Jack's cheeks, a rare occasion for the immortal.
Jack tried to turn away but Pitch caught his arm. "You are very welcome Jack." He purred and watched the flustered, blushing Jack worm his way out of his grasp.
Jack almost took off but Pitch took a step toward him. They had been friends for so long. Pitch pulled him close and held his face in place to look at him. There was only inches between them. Jack could feel Pitch's hot breath on his face. It was so real Jack didn't even fight him. He just had to remember how to breathe, his eyes fluttered and he stared into the burning amber eyes of Pitch. They completely captivated Jack.
"Jack…" Pitch purred.
Then he was gone. The moon was high in the sky and Jack was left standing there like an idiot. He blushed bright red and rubbed his arms. What on earth was he doing?! He shivered as he thought of the heat coming off Pitch. NO! He shook his head.
He sighed jumping up to his normal perch. What was Pitch doing? He wasn't normally that touchy, and why did Jack… dare he say it, enjoy the feeling. He rolled on his branch trying to clear his head. But all that kept running through it was the way Pitch said his name. Like a purr, it was, sexy. He shook his head again. Such thoughts were unbecoming, weren't they? He decided to make his way into town the wind was finally settling down throughout town, but the snow was still falling in thick flakes. He smiled at his work admiring the probably foot and a half of snow that had fallen.
The children were asleep and there was a strange sound coming from somewhere in town. He stood up on the roof top trying to see it. It sounded like curse words. Probably an adult who wasn't dressed for the snow. He slumped back down on the roof and was making a snow angel on the roof.
Suddenly there was a whistling noise in the air, what was that? He didn't call the wind back. Suddenly a boomerang whizzed right passed Jack Frost's head.
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