Maybe Jack Frost loved the sun too.
Maybe he liked the way the sunlight streamed through the tree branches and turned his snow, to glitter.
Just maybe he thanked the sun, for making his work just a little better.
Maybe they were best friends from a distance, hot and cold coming together to make something beautiful.
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