Nemurenu kono tamashii wa (This sleepless soul)

Anata wo sagashi mori no naka (Enters the forest, looking for you)

CHANDORA MAHARU no ouji-sama ga (The Prince of Chandra Mahal (the Palace of the Moon))

Hizamazuite WARUTSU ni sasou (Kneels and invites me to waltz)

- Isayama Mio, "Tsuki No Waltz (Waltz of the Moon)" watch?v=l8ivevOXdjY

(Ignore the first 40 seconds, please.)

He should probably be moving on, Jack knew. Winter was nearly over in this part of the world, and while Spring could be nice enough, she was unpredictable and tended to overreact if he stuck around longer than she thought he should.

Right now, though, the light snowfall he was making perfectly suited his mood, and he couldn't have stopped if he'd tried. There had been another ball last night, the humans celebrating something or other, Jack had no idea why they'd held a ball and didn't really care. All he cared about was listening to the music and watching them dance, the women in satins and silks with jewels gleaming on hand and throat, the men in fine black suits and white gloves, and he'd finally gotten close enough to see just how a waltz was danced.

He flitted around the meadow he'd chosen for his dance floor, spinning and dipping his imaginary partner. He was pretty sure he wasn't following the rules precisely, but he was Jack Frost, he didn't really do rules.

If it had been colder, he would have made a partner of ice to practice with him, but it wouldn't have lasted long enough for a proper dance in this weather. As it was, he had to settle for imaginary…and he wasn't sure if it was more lonely to dance alone or with a partner he'd created. If only he had someone who could see him to dance with…

The scent of flowers filled the meadow, the flowers that sprang in Spring's wake the way frost did in his, and from behind him Spring yelled his name. The rest of her rant washed over him as he kept dancing – desperate for attention he may be, he still could tune out a scolding with ease. Struck with a sudden idea, he changed directions, sweeping Spring into his dance.

She yelled at him some more as they twirled, her soft blonde hair, unbound but for the flowers braided into it, flaring around them, her green dress swirling about her just as Jack's cape did about him, but didn't pull away despite her protests. Jack's grip on her hand was firm yet loose enough she could pull free if she wanted, his other hand resting lightly on the small of her back as he led the dance around the meadow, flitting as lightly as his snowflakes, the pair of them barely touching the ground.

By the second rotation around the field she had stopped yelling, staring up at Jack with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, gripping his hand much harder than he had hers, her fingers digging into his shoulder as the meadow blossomed with frost tipped flowers.

Laughing, Jack dared to give her a spin. Spring was gaping up at him now as he hummed the waltz they were dancing to, eyes sparkling and grin wide enough to split his face, swaying them gently in time to the song he remembered.

By the time he dipped her as low as he dared to finish the dance her whole face was flushed and her eyes were gazing up at him with stars dazzling them.

He held that dip for as long as he could, their eyes locked they stood frozen, both barely daring to breathe and break the spell of the moment. Feeling his arms start to burn, he eased them back up, their gazes only breaking as he set her back on her feet.

He started to worry a little when she just stared at him. He wanted to have a little fun and spread his good mood, not break Spring!

Struck by a sudden thought – and hey, they'd worked out so far – he bowed and kissed her hand, the way he'd seen the men do to the ladies they liked last night. As he rose from his bow she giggled, blushing and fussing with her dress and hair with her free hand.

"Well…um…I suppose…a little more winter wouldn't hurt…" she murmured as he released her hand. Jack gaped at her for a second before beaming, grin stretching so far across his face it almost hurt.

"Wow, really? Thanks, Spring!" he said.

If anything, she blushed harder, giggling as she drifted away, still starry-eyed and flustered. Jack let out a whoop and took to the skies, ready to play a little while longer.

Dancing was awesome, but way better with a partner. He had to try that again, and soon!

E. Aster Bunnymund poked his head out of his tunnel and cursed soundly. Winter was supposed to be over early this year!

Pulling himself from the tunnel, cursing again at the bite of snow under his paws, he set off. Easter wasn't going to be stopped, even if certain irritating winter spirits didn't know when to back off. At least it wasn't a blizzard, he'd really give that show pony a piece of his mind if he tried a trick like that.

During his third trip, he spotted Spring. "Oy, sheila!" he called, hopping over toward the spirit, who was staring up at the sky with a dreamy grin and quietly humming a waltz. "What gives with the snow? Weren't you gonna take over early this year?"

She started before giggling. "Oh…um…I gave Frost a couple more weeks," she said, the faraway look coming over her face again. She blushed and giggled some more before falling back into the snow, almost snuggling against the frozen stuff, and Bunny watched her for a minute before deciding she wasn't going to be any more forthcoming.

Bloody sheila was acting weird…well, weirder than usual. Bloody Frost's fault, obviously. If he saw the winter spirit, he was going to give the so-called "Shepherd of Winter" a piece of his mind for messing Spring up so badly! He risked another glance over his shoulder at the still-giggling and blushing spirit and narrowed his eyes. Girl was a strange one, all right, but…what in the name of the Man in the Moon did Frost do?