A short fluffy oneshot set after Christmas, during a snowy day. Rated T for language.

Frosty

SPENCER'S POV:

"How dare you!" I shrieked, as I felt a mass of cold drip down my back. I whipped around, where Emily was standing, a huge grin on her face.

She laughed, as she bent down to scoop up more of the cold snow.

"Oh it's on!" I smiled, as I tossed a ball of cold white at her. Just as she was standing back up again, it hit her in the face. She dropped the snowball she was holding and gasped.

"SPENCER HASTINGS YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!" She screamed, as she sprinted forward, wiping the snow off her face.

I turned and ran. I laughed as the cold air blew in my face, as I evaded the not-as-fast brunette chasing me. I paused, when I couldn't see her behind me anymore to catch my breath. Suddenly something crashed into my back and I fell forward into the snow.

"Haha, I gotcha!" Emily's voice tickled my ear, as she lay on my back. I turned over, and wiped the snow off my face.

"You sure did. Is your thirst for vengeance settled?" I joked. Emily laughed, and rolled so she was laying on top of me. Her chest pressed against mine, and she smiled.

"I don't know. What you did was pretty cruel." Emily attempted to be serious, but I could tell she was full of happiness.

"I think you need to be taught a lesson Ms. Hastings." She glared at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Oh really?" I chuckled. "What are you going to do?"

The brunette seemed to be lost in thought, when she suddenly lurched forward. Her hands dug into my sensitive spots, fingers wriggling. I felt my chest tighten, and I burst out laughing.

"Emily…Em….stop…" I cried, as she continued tickling me. I pulled my knees to my chest to block her, but she wasn't going to cease. Soon I was in tears, my throat sore from laughing. Finally, the tall girl stopped, and collapsed onto my chest.

"Am I good now?" I asked, after I caught my breath.

"I think so." Emily grinned, and closed her eyes.

The air was crisp, and light clouds blocked out the sun. Flakes of white fell at a steady pace, covering the ground in a sheet of cold. I ran my gloved fingers through Emily's hair, and smiled. It was a beautiful day.

"Do you want to marathon Christmas movies with me today?" Emily asked, after the moment of peaceful silence.

"It depends, what are we watching?" I questioned.

"I don't mind, as long as we get to Frosty." She explained.

"Frosty? As in the cartoon about the dancing snowman?" I laughed. Emily turned around, and glared playfully at me.

"I love that movie." She said sternly, and I shrugged.

"If you want to watch it, I'll watch it with you." I agreed. She nodded, content with my answer, and turned back around. I was glad I had a hat on, the snow was seeping through my uncovered hair as I continued laying in the snow. I couldn't being to imagine just how cold it would have been without it. I was also glad that for as tall as Emily was, she wasn't terribly heavy. Otherwise I'd have to kick her off myself.

"What do you think Hanna and Aria are doing?" Emily asked, still looking up at the clouds.

I thought about it for a minute.

"I think Aria's probably out on a crazy winter photoshoot with Ezra. He did get her that new camera for Christmas." I mentioned.

"Ooh, that's a good guess." I could tell Emily was smiling.

"As for Hanna, she's either dragged Caleb on an after-Christmas shopping spree, or is sitting at home with him watching movies." I suggested. Emily laughed.

"That sounds like Hanna." She chuckled.

I laughed with her, but it ended in coughing. Emily slid off me, kneeling next to me.

"Spencer are you okay?" She asked. I nodded, and sat up.

"I'm fine, just got some snow down my throat." I muttered, as I coughed once more.

"Spencer…." Emily scolded, clearly not buying it. My throat was burning, but I didn't want to end the fun we were having. Besides, I especially didn't want to end Emily's happiness.

"Really, it'll be fine." I smiled shakily, as I stood out of the snow. I helped Emily up, and we stood in the falling snow.

"It's pretty amazing, that out of all these snowflakes falling, each is completely different." I mumbled. Emily nodded, but was still watching me intently.

"Want to build a snowman with me?" I asked, trying to convince Emily that I was fine. I didn't want to spoil the fun. She nodded.

"Yes!" She grinned. We walked over to the front yard, and started compiling snow together. Soon we had the first two spheres built.

"Help me lift this…" Emily grunted, as she attempted to lift the smaller mass of snow.

"Here-" I placed my hands under it, and together we lifted it onto the other one. I was about to help Emily finish the last mound, but ended up breaking into another fit of coughing. Emily stopped what she was doing immediately, and walked over.

"Spencer." Her tone was filled with concern. "Let's go inside." She suggested, taking my hand in hers.

"No no, we need to finish our snowman." I rasped.

"It's fine. It'll be an Aria sized snowman. You need to get inside. Okay?" She smiled, and I gave in. My toes were cold, and my throat was still sore. I didn't feel like arguing about this one.

"Okay." I muttered, and we walked into the house. I took my boots off and placed them on the towel Emily's mom had laid out for us. Emily did the same, and then I followed her upstairs.

Emily walked into her bathroom, and turned the bathtub on.

"Here, if you take your wet clothes off, I'll toss them in the dryer." Emily smiled, handing me a folded pair of pajamas. I nodded, and placed the folded clothing on the bed before removing the soaked articles. I handed them to her, and then walked into the bathroom.

"Go ahead and get in." Emily called from the hallway. "I'll join you after I get this started."

"Alright!" I called back, and slid into the bathtub. The water was warm, and I closed my eyes blissfully. I opened them as Emily walked into the bathroom, and she slid in next to me.

"Uhh, the water is so warm…." She groaned.

"I think I could just stay here for forever." I muttered.

Emily laughed. We sat in blissful silence for a while, before actually following through with the bathing process. I washed her hair, and sat quietly while she washed mine.

"Your hair is so thick." Emily stated, as she ran her fingers through my soapy hair.

"I know. It can get annoying sometimes." I muttered.

"Well, it's very beautiful." She smiled, as she wrapped her hands around my waist. I leaned back into her, and we sat in each other's embrace peacefully.

"Not as beautiful as you." I smirked. Emily giggled.

"You're too kind." She whispered, placing a kiss on my neck. I shivered at the sudden contact, but grinned.

"You're too perfect." I replied.

We sat in beautiful silence for a while before the water started cooling off. Eventually we dried off, and I put on the pajamas she had lent me. I followed her downstairs, and we walked into her living room.

Mrs. Fields was sitting in the kitchen.

"I made hot chocolate for you guys." She smiled, and I nodded.

"Thank you Mrs. Fields." I grinned, but started coughing again.

"Oh honey, here let me get you something for that." She muttered, before I could say anything. I watched as she disappeared upstairs, and turned to Emily, whose face was pale.

"What?" I whispered.

"Nothing." She glanced up at me, but I knew she was hiding something from me. I rolled my eyes, but smiled when Mrs. Fields handed me a cup of a dark liquid. I couldn't help but notice Emily flinch as I took the cup, and I wondered just how bad it tasted.

"Thank you." I muttered my thanks. She nodded.

"It's not a problem."

I brought the cup to my lips, and downed it in one gulp. I handed the plastic cup back to Mrs. Fields, attempting to hide the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. That stuff was horrid.

"I'll be upstairs if you girls need anything." Mrs. Fields smiled, and headed up.

It was only when she arrived upstairs, did I let my composure fall.

"What the hell was that?!" I rasped to Emily. She was giggling.

"It's disgusting isn't it?" She chuckled. "I don't know what's in it, but I really don't want to know."

I nodded, and sat next to her on the couch. I rested my head on her shoulder, as she flipped the TV on. The animated snowman with big eyes and a huge smile flashed on the screen, and I chuckled.

"It's a great movie." Emily stated, defensively.

"If you love it, I'm sure I will too." I smiled.

"Good." She grinned, and grabbed the remote.

"But I totally wouldn't mind watching a more intense film." I suggested. Emily glared playfully at me, and I held my hands up in mock surrender.

"Frosty it is." I muttered, and Emily pressed the play button.