As far as I know, nobody's looked at this, BUT, it's update time anyway. (If anyone is reading this, pleeeeeeease let me know. :) This is getting attention on AO3 and really let's be honest, AO3 is much better for the crossover crowd in some ways. But that's not what this is about.)
The TV was on when Violet woke up. She could hear it from her room. She yawned out of her half-asleep fog and pushed the covers away. Walking past the window, she didn't notice how the light washing in seemed just a little too bright...
Mom sat in front of the TV in her fuzzy pink bathrobe, a steaming mug of coffee between her palms. "Good morning, Mom," Violet said, remembering now that she had to go to school, and the dread of it seeped into her voice.
Helen startled. "Why are you up so early, sweetie?"
"I think the TV woke me up..." And then Violet saw what was on the TV. It looked like the news, but more importantly the news showed-
"There's snow?!" Violet exclaimed. She dashed to the living room window and wedged her hands between the blinds. The expanse of white fell over the sill and flooded out into the street. It looked deeper than her rainboots and it still cascaded down in puffy clumps of flakes. "Is school canceled? Is it? Is it?!" she blurted, hopping up and down in her excitement. She looked from the window to her mom, grinning wide; such a dramatic change from the sullen child she had been only moments ago. Mom was looking very hard at the TV screen. The more time passed without an answer, the more Violet's smile fell. "Mom, do I still have to go to school?" Mom held up a finger for Violet to be patient. She clasped her hands in front of her, rooted to the spot in nervous anticipation. Finally the concentrating expression on Mom's face vanished and she smiled.
"It's a snow day, Vi."
"Yayyyyyyyyyyy!" Violet crowed, throwing her arms up in the air and running back into her room to bundle up just like Mom and Daddy always told her to before she went out to make snowmen. And then she looked out her window, and then she remembered!
Her wish!
The star!
"Mom, guess what!" she shouted, running back into the living room. Mom shh'd her, saying she would wake Dash. Violet continued in an excited whisper for a few words before talking loudly again. Even Violet, already the queen of the Inside Voice among her peers, was not immune to the power of a snow day. "Last night, before dinner, I wished on a star that there would be lots of snow. Just like on TV! And guess what? Now there's lots and lots and lots of snow!" Her grin was impossibly huge. But suddenly she frowned. "How come that didn't work in Texas?" she asked.
Climate was just a bit too sophisticated a concept; and Helen wanted to keep the magic in her daughter's childhood as much as possible. "Maybe Jack Frost doesn't like Texas," she mused, smirking at her own private joke – she hadn't liked Texas.
Violet stopped short, eyes wide with wonder. "Who's Jack Frost?"
Mom smiled and helped Violet put on her jacket and clipped her mittens to the ends of the sleeves. "Jack Frost is a winter spirit. He paints frost on windows, and he can bring snow, too. He must have been in the yard when you made your wish, and overheard you."
"And he made it snow just for me?"
Mom chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Just for you. Now, play safely," she reminded, tying Violet's scarf more securely around her neck, "Stay out of the street even if you don't see any cars coming. Stay in the yard, okay?"
"Okay, I will!" Violet promised, and without further ado she pulled the back door open and ran giggling into the continuing snowfall. She sank almost to her knees and her momentum carried her forward. She rolled over to get back up, white powder dusted down her front. The falling flakes bit her cheeks where they landed. They collected on her hat and in her long black hair. Laughing, she looked up at the white-grey sky, the thick flakes tumbling into her open mouth, sharp and cold like a juice pop. "Thank you, Jack Frost!" she yelled to the clouds, and a particularly large snowflake landed on the tip of her nose.
Wasn't that the song Daddy always played at Christmas? "Jack Frost nipping at your nose..."
"Haha, you're welcome."
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The little girl before him froze – no pun meant, being as she was knee-deep in snow. Jack paused before he flew away on the Wind. Something about the little gasp she'd let out stilled him. And quickly she looked around herself and when her wide blue eyes landed on him she opened her mouth like she might scream. But she didn't. She stood stock still, transfixed. He felt a tremor run up his spine and radiate out through his arms and he clenched his fingers around his staff. He blinked. She blinked, mouth still hanging open. Neither of them moved. And then, finally, with a child's open curiosity, she broke the silence.
"Are you Jack Frost?"