Treat's POV:

I stared at my twin's crumpled figure in shock. The... others, I suppose, looked surprised as well, but they didn't know Trixy like I did. She never wavered. Never showed weakness. That was probably my fault, actually, for being so sweet. We sometimes joked- before we... died, I mean- that Trixy had eaten all of my backbone and free will in the womb. She's never fainted before... I thought, beginning to rock on my heels. Never ever ever.

"Well," the Santa look-alike man smiled at me, "that'll make it easier to get her to the Pole. Seemed like a fighter, that one."

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish, and the Jack boy snorted. He whispered to the rabbit, "A frozen Easter says she doesn't last a week," The bet took place behind the big man's back, because he was obviously in charge.

I searched for something to say that would make me seem like a fighter. Like Trixy. All I came up with was, "Pole? As in, the North one?"

All of them laughed at me. "Oh, We got a genius over here!" Jack cackled. "Santa Claus is talking about a pole, I wonder! 'As in, the North one?' "

I stared back and forth between them. "Santa?" Of course, I'd noticed the resemblance, but Santa wasn't ever described as- let's face it- an army commander on steroids. "You're... Santa Claus?" I asked, and the man nodded.

"Yes, and that's Jack Frost and the Easter Bunny."

I narrowed my eyes. "That sounded oddly sarcastic. And since when is the Easter Bunny blue and Australian?"

Jack burst into maniacal laughter before I added, "Who's Jack Frost anyways? Some sorta elf helper?" Well, that shut him up. Everything descended into an awkward silence when I said that. Even the Easter Bunny went quiet, and he rather obviously hated the boy.

The so called "Jack Frost" walked over and glared at me. "I am," he hissed, and flew off. Strangely, that was the least surprising thing that happened to me that day.

Santa looked uncomfortable. "It's a bit of a touchy subject," he explained hastily, checking a watch that wasn't there. "Look at the time! We've got to get you to the Pole; it's nearly dismissal!"

"Dismissal?" I asked the Easter Bunny while Santa wandered off toward the wood, muttering, "If only it weren't so big; it'd be so much easier to get to if I could park in the street..."

"Of school," he replied, as if that made perfect sense. Fine, don't explain, see if I care... Oh you care, don't try to fool yourself, you want to know what's going on- shut up brain!

He was apparently not in the mood to talk, and I wished Trixy was awake instead of collapsed on the ground: she'd know what to say to lighten the mood. She always did.

I sighed and realized I could see my breath. "So I'm not dead..." I whispered happily as Santa returned.

"Come with me, the darned thing's covered in snow. We'll have to use this!" He produced a glass orb from his pocket.

"What-" I began, but my question was soon answered when he threw it in the air next to me. A portal opened up to a snowy place, full of ice and little red cone shaped creatures. A large cottage sat on the side of a mountain, which was probably Santa's workshop.

The Easter Bunny jumped in, closely followed by a fast moving blue object that I assumed to be Jack Frost, whoever he was.

"Go on," Santa smiled, and my self preservation kicked in.

I'm in a coma. I did get hit by the car, but it was just me, and Trix and Mom and Dad are all waiting by my bedside in the hospital waiting for me to wake up. Wake up! Wake up stupid! I pinched myself hard and stepped through the portal. Okay, if I can't feel the snow then it's a dream. It's a dream. It's a dream. I chanted the mantra an squeezed my eyes shut. Something cold touched my shoe, seeping through my ballet flats.

"Damn it!" I yelled, making the Easter Bunny jump- ha, jump- as I hopped through the portal. "Damn, damn, damn!"

Santa asked behind me, "What's wrong?" but I was already heading after the blue dot that was moving toward the cottage.

As I got closer, I realized that it wasn't a cottage at all, but a large metal dome with windows poking out in seemingly pointless places. The red cones had been elves who I guess were slacking off on the toy making.

"Treat!" Jack smirked at me when I caught up to him, probably cause I was huffing and puffing harder than the big bad wolf.

I stood and caught my breath for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry if I offended you."

He frowned. "No, you don't have to apologize; it's my fault. I probably should be used to it by now, seeing as the only people who know about me are Jamie and his friends."

"Jamie?" I prompted, and he smiled again.

"Yeah, I'll introduce you sometime," a mischievous look passed through his eyes at that. "But you know," he added, glancing at his staff. "There's only one way to get there. Incognito anyway."

"Um... aren't we invisible?" It was funny to think that he could forget.

He gave me a look that held a type of envy. "Maybe to grown ups, but most likely kids will be able to see you. Don't want a bunch of kids being committed to insane asylums, now do we? That's why you'd have to fly. Of course, since you're new and all, you'll probably have a hard time keeping up with me..."

I recognised the thinly veiled challenge, but I wasn't Trixy. Chewing on my lip, I glared at the ground, the sky, the icicles, anywhere but his excited face. Curse you, fear of heights! You will end my only chance at friendship with this boy!

"I-I can't fly," I decided, finally looking up.

His grin didn't vanish, only got wider as he said, "You've got a broom on your back like a scabbard. I'm pretty sure if you can't, that thing can."

"I-I mean, I have a fear of..." I stuttered, pointing at the sky.

"Heights?" he finished for me, the smile growing even bigger, if that was possible. "We'll have to change that then! Up on the pretty staff now!" He actually lifted me up and plopped me on his staff.

He sat down in front of me. "Usually I stand, but that'll be a bit hard with a passenger!"

"Wait, Jack! No no no no no no no no no!" But, of course, we were already in the air. "Jack!" I screamed over his laughter, squeezing myself as close as possible to his gut without passing through his back. I'm sure I cut off his blood supply, if we had blood. "I'm going to kill you as soon as we get down from here! Lemme down now and I'll be merciful, but keep me up here one more second and I'll-" he cut me off from my list of quite violent ways to kill him. Usually I'm not a mean person, but that boy...

"You want down?" he asked, and I nodded my head against his back. We stopped in midair, and plummeted at top speed toward the ground.

"Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!" I shrieked so loud I was sure all the little elves could hear me. "Stop it! Please!"

We halted maybe an inch from the ground. "That's all you had to say. The magic word was ple-" that's all he got to say before I had my hands around his throat.

"I did warn you," I frowned, placing my hold. Sadly, I had basically no arm muscle, so it was like a chipmunk hug around the neck.

He laughed and shrugged my hands off. "Good luck with that. Now, since I'm done messing with you and you're over your fear of heights, can we go to the workshop?"

"I'm not over-" I started, but he made me halt with, "Or, if you're not over them, we can always go back up!"

"I'm over it!" I shouted, hopping off the staff. "I'm cured! Thanks Jack!" I took off running toward the workshop, leaving him laughing behind me.

Needless to say, he flew next to me, hovering a few feet off the ground, moving at a snail's pace, and annoying me to insanity with his comments. He reminded me of Trixy's last boyfriend. Always trying to be funny, but failing. Miserably. I don't even know how many times the jerks- both Jack and the ex-boyfriend- offered me rides only to watch me scream at either the speed of the vehicle or the height that it went in the air. The Ex actually bought me airline tickets to Europe for my birthday.

"Whatcha thinkin about Treat?" Jack asked for the five billionth time.

I replied honestly, "How much you remind me of Trixy's ex-boyfriend."

He nodded. "Was he handsome, dashing, and gorgeous too?"

I shoved his staff off course and smiled. "You forgot modest. And those were all synonyms, so you were being redundant."

"Give me a break, Treat, I never went to modern school!"

I stared at him for a moment- thinking Why'd he call me Treat again? Is that a nickname or something?- then ran into something red. The door to the workshop. Smooth Candy. Real smooth.

Jack- being an idiot himself- actually ran his staff into the wall and began to slide up the dome. He then fell off the staff, which conveniently continued to travel upward. I nearly collapsed in the snow from laughter, and Jack, after fetching his runaway staff, glared at me. "We never speak of this again, agreed?"

I was giggling too hard to say anything, but I guess he took that as a yes, because he opened the door to Santa's workshop.

Hi ho! I'm so proud for updating so fast! Anyhow, question; what is the grammatical difference between ; and : ? I've never been able to figure it out, so please help!

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