Peter Pan One Shots

Snowdrop

For the first time since the beginning of Neverland there was snow covering the island. The girl that lay unconscious the ground in the mixed of the trees and falling snowflakes was the sole cause of it.

Tulip Frost was the cause. Fear made her gift of ice flourish out of control. The gift she received from both her mother and father. Elsa and Jack Frost. Not award winning parents but they did their best. During summer and spring shed live with her mother and winter and fall shed spend helping her father bring snow to the mortals. But she didn't belong on Neverland. She was loved and most certainly wasn't lost.

Her hair white matching that of her fathers and her eyes a frost blue. Her skin was paler than a plain piece of paper. She was one of the most beautiful girl Peter Pan had ever seen. He'd never say that though. Not once in her time on Neverland did he ever say that. Not in the 6 years she was there did she ever know that Pan fell for her.

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As he stood there now, looking at the girl he loved who had been turned to ice made him feel many things. Anger, Lover, Regret. Worst of all, Pain. He felt pain. Not physical but emotional to the point it cause his chest to ach. This was his fault. The young Frost hurt by a power she once possessed. One he now had.

It snowed every year just once. The day she arrived. Sadly it was also the day she was frozen. It was the one day the boys were allowed to mourn Tulip Frost. The one day they never saw their leader Peter Pan, because he spent the whole day with her. His beloved snowdrop, as he called her.

During the day he thought of many things. Telling her how he felt. That he was sorry for all of this. Ever her randomly melting and being alive again. To hear her laugh and feel her cool skin.

He longed to be with her. He imagined what it was like to kiss her, feel her lips on his. If they would be cold just as the rest of her was.

He'd never know. It was due to his selfishness that he'd never know. He tried true loves kiss many times. It never worked. He'd kiss her until his lips stuck to the ice. They were blue by the time he'd pull away. She never came back. She never loved him. If Pan was being totally honest he had given up belief she could be saved. He knew it know. This girl made the one thing that was impossible, possible.

Peter Pan had failed.