What age did your parents give you the talk?
You know THE talk? About Santa not being real?
It seems easy right?
But what if I told you, Santa existed?
And what if I told you he was a young, hot and unapologetically prideful man.
Well, come on in...
Author Note I swear, if one of you says "I ship Jack and Wynter" I am killing him off!! This is not a love a triangle. Nick and WYNTER will end up together. This is just some fanservice and slight teasing!!! Okay!!!!!! I repeat! Y'all better not catch feelings for Jack Frosteneson and if you do, ship him with yourselves !
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Chapter 35
I wake up and instantly let out the gasp I didn't know I was holding. All I remembered from last night was me running away on the ice? Oh. The ice!
How was I still alive? I was drowning last time I remembered? I turn my head towards the fire, bending forward to obtain some warmth. I drop my head to observe my body. I was in a thick, wooly blanket with no clothes underneath.
So I did drown!?
I tighten the short cloth around my chest and look up at the unfamiliar territory. I needed to take in my surroundings and figure out my next plan of action.
White magnificent crystals shined throughout the lengthy chandeliers while while elegant silver and gold tapestries painted the walls. It was a beautiful scene.
"You're awake." A voice sounds from behind. I turn my head around and see none other than him. "Jack Frost?" I whispered, staring into his hypnotizing sea blue eyes.
I felt myself freeze under his tense gaze. He was about 6 feet away from me, sitting in a brown tufted leather chair.
His rich blonde curls were illuminated against the cracklings of the fire. Every spark from the fire was hitting his perfectly chiseled profile.
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There was an unusual silence between us.
"Why did you save me?" I finally find my voice. He pushes a knuckle to his lips, making sure to cement his gaze. A lazy smirk parts his lips before he leans forward. "People usually say thank you to the person who saved their life?" His voice was so smooth; there was an attractive confidence behind it.
