I Can See You (A Jack Frost Love Story/Rise of the Guardians Tale)

Snow Day

Arabella P.O.V.

I had no other dreams or nightmares that night-or at least none that I could remember-but I did sleep really well. I actually slept in, so when my mother came to wake me up I felt well-rested.
It was a Saturday, which was a good thing-James didn't attack me on the weekends because both Marcello and my mom were in the house, or I was out doing something with Marcello. The weak winter sun filtered through my window, and I could see that the snow had fallen.
My mother shook me awake, and I turned slowly in bed, blinking my bleary eyes and smiling at my mom when I saw her. "Mornin'" I told her, my voice still slow and sleepy.
"You slept in today. Did you have a long night?" My mom asked, looking at me with her usual concerned expression.
I would have told her the truth, but she would have asked the doctor for more medication-and I sure as hell did not need that.
"Just...nightmares." I said finally, shrugging. "Not a big deal."
My mom frowned. "Are you sure? I saw water on the floor-did you leave your window open again?"
I sat up, looking down at the floor. Dammit. Sure enough, little puddles where snow flakes used to be were flecked on the floor. Some snow must have blown in while I was talking to the Sandman and Pitch. I was grateful that one of them at least closed the window when they went away.
I sighed, shrugging again. "The nightmare kept me up, so I sat outside for a while. I guess I forgot to close the window. That's all." I said, smiling a little at my mom. Her green eyes studied me once more, and then she patted my hand. "Alright, sweetie. Well, Marc wants to go outside because a lot of snow fell overnight. I told him that you two could go to the park for the day. He is very anxious, so I suggest you dress quickly." My mom finished with a little laugh, and she left the room so I could dress.
I ran my fingers through my long hair, sighing, then I pulled myself from my warm bed.
I quickly dressed in dark red pants, my usual combat boots, and a black long-sleeved shirt underneath an old David Bowie shirt with the sleeves cut off. I pulled my black gloves over my pale thin hands, and after running a brush through my smooth dark hair I put a black beanie on my head.
I quickly at my breakfast, which consisted of eggs, bacon, and toast, while Marc ate as quickly as possible next to me and then hassled me to get going. I rushed to the kitchen dumping my plate in the sink, and with Marc dragging me along like a wild puppy on a leash I barely had time to grab my black coat and say bye to my mom.
The cold weather hit me like a ton of ice as I pulled my coat on. Then I bent to Marc's level, a bright smile on my face. "Are you ready for some fun today?"
He nods, his brown curls bouncing. I laughed and took his hand, saying, "Let's go!", and we walked down the block, turning a corner, and walked through the busy main street towards the center of the park in front of us-thankfully our house was that close, so I didn't have to drive. I got my license, but I have a phobia for driving-probably because of the accident that got me into a coma.
We reached the park soon enough, and immediately several of Marc's friends called to us. I was friends with Marc's friends, actually, I guess because I was nice to them-the other eighteen-year-olds in Burgess rarely talked to me, I guess because I was weird. I didn't doubt that there was gossip about me spread all over Burgess.
"Hey, Marc!" One of Marc's friends, Danny, yelled. Marc turned, and a second later Danny yelled "Catch!" and a snowball smashed Marc right in the face. He laughed, reaching down and balling up a snowball of his own, calling out "Snowball fight!"
This was the part when I usually leaned on the statue in the park to watch Marc. When a snowball fight was called around here, it could get nasty. I preferred to be in the sidelines.
But then a snowball hit my head as I was walking away, and I turned and smiled at his friends, who were waiting. I picked up snow, rolled it up, and threw it at Danny. I had a good arm and good aim, so it hit Danny right in the head, leaving pieces of snow in his black hair. The kids laughed, relieved, and we all started throwing snowballs at each other. I was actually enjoying myself for the first time in a while-I didn't see any 'hallucinations', and I wasn't thinking about the nightmare or what happened the night before. All that was on my mind was throwing globs of snow at kids and trying not to get hit.
At one point, it grew to be army-style. Kids split up into teams, scattered all over the park-hiding behind bushes, trees, anything that would protect them. We would throw snowballs when someone said "Fire!", and at that point the kids were stockpiling on the snowballs and making multitudes of them, so there was no pause as snowballs hit everyone like fast bullets.
At some point, during the late afternoon, I was hiding behind the large statue, wearily making snowballs. I had checked to make sure no one was behind me, so I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. Everything was deathly silent.
I was completely startled when I felt the familiar hit of a snowball on the back of my head, and I turned, confused, flakes of snow caught in my long hair. I picked up one of my own snowballs, looking around, a smile on my face. Yet I couldn't see anyone.
I checked behind nearby trees, behind bushes and trashcans, but I found nothing. Finally I walked back to the statue and then turned back around, my hands up, and I dropped the snowball I had been holding. "Alright, you win. Come on out, I won't hit you." I said loudly.
Nothing could be heard. I knew that the kids were near me- I could hear their screams and yells of triumph. But it was silent now.
A little worried now, I said "Marc? Is that you? Come on, seriously, you're starting to freak me out."
After another moment of silence, I sighed, knowing that I would have to check the area for whoever hit me, though the culprit had probably run off with their friends now. I shoved my hands in my pockets, and I had just taken a step forward.

"Enjoying yourself?" An unfamiliar voice said.
I turned, gasping a little in surprise, and I locked my brown eyes with a pair of bright blue ones that I recognized well.