My Book of One Shots

2•5 (Jack Frost prt 2) Games

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Third Person's P.O.V

Holly wanders the Workshop on Christmas Eve, having been staying to help her father with preparations. It totally wasn't for the fact that North has "grounded" his six hundred and fifty-seven year old daughter from leaving the Pole due to him being overly anxious about her getting hurt. Definitely not. But, at any rate, she hums happily to herself, wearing her Christmas outfit and her top hat securely on her head she looks up to the ceiling, hands held behind her back she turns as she walks.

She's peaceful. I'll bet a little bored, but peaceful all the same. Puffing her cheeks out she blows out air from her lips, going up on her toes as she walks for a moment. "What to do, what to do." She whispers under her breath, studying the stone flooring. With a small hop, skip and a jump her bare feet softly hit against the cold stone, hands swinging by her sides a thought occurs in her mind. "I miss Jack." Only after the words leave her lips does she realise what she's just said and, with a sigh, she shakes her head, a deep blush on her face.

"Hands up!" At the sudden call Holly looks up and over her shoulder, letting out a yell as the very spirit comes hurtling towards her on a sledge, snow and ice materialising in front of him. "The f*ck!?" She screams as she's knocked off her feet to land on the sledge in front of him. "I got bored." He laughs with a shrug as she grips onto his forearms which are either side of her as he grips the front of the sledge, sitting up on his knees. "Haha! You and me both, buster." She laughs back as they swerve round a tight bend, barely missing a yeti and making them drop the pile of toys they were carrying. "Sorry Phil!" Jack calls back, his voice quickly lost in the Workshop along with the sound of Holly's laughter.

"You dip, watch where you're going!" Holly yells out in laughter, making Jack look forward once more only to see them heading straight for a wall. "Oh!" He calls out, turning sharply only for them to shoot off a balcony. "Ahh!" They both yell, mingled with laughter as the ice path they were on ends at the balcony edge. With the yeti's bellow looking up and their eyes widening the floor is quickly cleared apart from a few elves who are running about like mad, only managing to successfully run into each other.

Sparks fly as the metal of the sled connect with the stone of the floor before Jack created a sheet of ice for them to slide smoothly along. Their laughter rings out as they come to a skidding halt next to the great oak doors that lead out into the cold air of the Pole. "Hahaha! That was awesome!" Holly cries, still sitting upon the sled as she crosses her legs, turning her head to see Jacks face over her left shoulder. "Glad I could amuse." He replies, half breathless and with a small smirk upon his lips.

The two sit there for a moment, breathing heavily and with their faces oh-so-close together, his icy blue eyes boring into her multicoloured ones which seem to swim with more red and dark green than before, due to the fact she's in her Christmas outfit. Jack shifts his weight, moving his feet from the wood of the sled to the ice below, giving him more room to move, but that movement in itself brings him just that bit closer to the girl, their noses brushing as their chests rise and fall evenly. All he'd need to do would be to release the sledge from his hands and space would be between them, but his grip is iron tight, his knuckles almost glowing white from the pressure he's squeezing them shut with.

With her hands resting uselessly in her lap, Holly breathes deeply, eyes unwillingly flickering down to Jack's slightly parted lips for a split second before snapping back up to meet his own blue irises. But he saw it, though it was only for a fraction of a second, he saw it. The winter spirit shifts, and-! "Jack!" His head snaps round at the sudden call of his name, heart racing in a snap for two reasons. One, he was completely absorbed by the moment that he'd became altogether detached from the outside world and two... Well, whose heart wouldn't race when the person their withs father suddenly yells out their name angrily?