Sander Sides One Shots

A Winter Wonderland (Prinxiety)

A/N (This one I found Fairly cute. by "AussieBookworm" on AO3)

Anxiety watched as Logic and Morality argued over Thomas's latest indecision. It was about pineapple, last Anxiety understood. At the moment, their voices got louder and louder. Anxiety, being Anxiety, couldn't help but watch on. But at this point, the identity was starting to get bored. He stood up from the table (Morality would surely yell at him later for that, but he didn't care), and headed towards the rooms. Anxiety figured he needed a distraction.

In the hallway, Anxiety walked silently, tracing his fingers along the walls as he usually did when no one was watching. He counted the doors until his destination. Logic... Morality... even some small emotions that weren't featured in Thomas's videos. Misleading complements... pranks... humour... nostalgia... until he reached the regal door of Fancifulness. Checking once more to see if anyone was watching, he quietly knocked on the door and waited for the muffled response. Anxiety turned the handle and stepped inside Prince's room.

Prince was sitting in front of his bed, furiously scribbling something down. Anxiety stepped closer to read what see was he writing down. Unsurprisingly, Prince had super neat writing, even when it was being scribbled down at 100 miles per hour.
"A formula? Are you sure you're smart enough for that?" Anxiety asked.
Old habits die hard, alright? Prince glanced at Anxiety and turned back to his notebook.
"Wait until you see." He mumbled, writing something about feelings.
Anxiety laid down on the bed, belly down, so he could still read Prince's rambles. Occasionally, Anxiety would pipe up with a question or a comment in a quiet voice, but other than that, there really wasn't that much sound. As Prince's room was a giant field, all the weather effects from outside would effect the weather inside the room. Right now, a light breeze blew through the room, making grass dance in patterns. Anxiety looked up as he heard a quiet tone with the wind. A wind chime tied to the bedpost was dancing on the wind, making it's own song. A dreamcatcher was next to it.
"That isn't like you." Anxiety stated.
Prince stopped and looked up
"The dreamcatcher? A friend made it for me. I can ask her to make another one if you want one."
"Mm...maybe. I doubt some wood, wool and feathers can prevent bad dreams."
"It will if you believe in its magic."
Anxiety stretched.
"Maybe later. By the way, what are you doing?"
"You ask me now?"
"I was content just watching you. What are you planning?"
"Give me a moment." Prince said, reading over the notes again.

Putting them to the side, Prince stood up and closed his eyes. Anxiety watched as Prince reached up and seemed to grab something, cupping it in his hands, similar to how one might catch a firefly. Prince brought his hands down and seemed to be forming something. He muttered under his breath no words that Anxiety could understand. A bright flash surrounded Prince as he finished his muttering. He slowly opened his eyes and removed his top hand from the other. Prince gave a crooked smile, as if saying 'Whaddya think?'
"A snowball?" Anxiety asked.
Prince grinned goofily.
"Yes and no." He answered.
"Why a snowball? What does it do?" Anxiety asked.
Prince offered his free hand to Anxiety.
"I'll show you."
Anxiety gulped and grabbed it. The two stood side by side as Prince gave a knowing smile.
"I'm just going to have to move back a bit. Don't move." Prince instructed.
Anxiety nodded and Prince let go of Anxiety's hand before moving onto a small hill in the field. Against the sunlight, Prince looked so mysterious. With a breath in, Prince moved his hand back. Anxiety watched on as Prince elegantly threw the snowball high up in the air. Anxiety tried watching it, but as it reached the climax of its arc it seemed to hit something. Coming down, it seemed to split into smaller parts. The parts of the snowball hit the ground as Prince smiled. Anxiety looked around until he noticed what was coming from the sky.
"Snow?!" Anxiety squealed despite himself.
A couple pine trees grew out of the ground where the bits of snowball landed. Anxiety spun around, looking at the now winter-scape. He gasped and giggled without meaning to.