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Darn it, he thought to himself as he watched her by the fireplace. Why was she always there, where he couldn't be, where he would possibly melt like an ice cube?
In the warm places?
Curse the MiM for making him a winter spirit.
If he weren't a winter spirit, then maybe he would be able to sit with her by the fire. Maybe he would be able to stay there for longer, and keep her smiling, and keep her to himself—
He stopped himself. Where had that last thought come from?
Jack Frost sighed, looking down at his staff. There were places to go, people to be with. And Rose wouldn't want to be one of them – would she?
Of course she wouldn't.
He was the cold that spring was supposed to eliminate. She was the warmth that would possibly kill him.
He couldn't help but long to be with her by the fire.