Roses Bloom in Winter

Shattered Ice and Snowflakes

   She looked at him in frustration. "No." She said insistantly. "It isn't possible because, you can't control the cold."

   He laughed once again, and once again, covered his mouth in suprise.

   She gave him a icy glare. Her mouth poked out in anger and her eyes narrowed into thin slits. "What's so funny?" She snapped.

   He pulled his hand away from his lips and spoke. "The fact that you think I can't control the cold." He said quietly, barely containing himself. She looked adorible, the way she poked out her mouth.

   "Well," She began. "You can't." A small scowl played on her lips.

   He shook his head. "How can you be so sure?" He asked.

   She shrugged her shoulders with a slight shake of her head. "It's physically impossible." She said factually. "No regular human being can freeze a thermos of hot cocoa just by touching it." She stood.

   "But, I can." He countered. She glowered at him.

   She cocked her hips and crossed her arms. An act which he found absolutely mesmerizing. He shook the thought from his mind. "Who are you, anyway?" She asked.

   His mouth spoke before he could debate telling her. "My name is Shadow." He rose to his feet, his eye level higher than hers. She stared at him, her eyes lingering on his revealed chest. He smirked to himself. "What is your name?" He asked her. She averted her emerald green eyes from his chest.

   She looked up to his eyes. His crimson orbs stared directly into hers. Her insides fluttered. She smushed the feeling down. "Amy." She said. "Amy Rose."

   Shadow smiled softly. "A beautiful name for a beautiful lady." He mused. She rolled her eyes.

   She placed her hands on her curved hips and smirked. "Don't play me, Shadow." She said. "I'm not one to give a happy outcome with players." She warned.

   He bowed his head apologeticaly. Why was he being so forward with a mortal? What was he thinking? "I apologize, Rose." He said. "I do not mean to come off as a 'player'." He apologized.

   She cocked her head with a raised eyebrow. "O-kay, then." She said, stretching out her 'O'.  "Well, anyway," She retracted. "You can't control the cold. It's impossible."

   A small smile played on his lips. "I shall prove it to you." He said with a wave of his hand. She sighed in defeat.

   "Fine." She crossed her arms expectantly.

   Shadow raised his hand to the sky and twisted his wrist. A sudden flurry of snowflakes stormed around them. Amy gasped. She took a step back, turning in place to observe the falling flakes. She turned to Shadow.

   "T-that's just a coincidence." She stammered.

   Shadow frowned. He released an exasperated sigh, the air leaving his lips in thick white clouds. He remembered the stream he froze before he seen the pink hedgehog. "Follow me." He commanded as the flurry around them stopped. Amy's eyes widened, but she said nothing as she stepped behind him. They paced towards the stream. The thick snow crunching under their feet.

   Shadow came to an abrupt stop as they reached the small creek. Amy walked to his side and looked down at the small body of water. "It's frozen." She said to Shadow. "What's so extraordinary about that?" She asked.

   Shadow looked down at the frozen water and reached out, his hand hovering above it's surface. Amy said nothing. He twitched his fingers and a slight frost began to form. He turned his wrist and the frost began to create a picture. A rose.

   Amy's eyes widened in shock and her jaw dropped. She stared in awe. Finally, she let out a scream.

   The sudden noise startled Shadow, causing him to jerk his wrist. A loud cracking sound filled the air and the ice shattered. Shadow turned to Amy, who's mouth was twitching as if she were trying to form words that didn't exist. She pointed at what was once a beautiful frosted rose. "T-t-the. . ." She stammered. "B-but. . ." She stared down at the shattered ice then at Shadow. "Impossible." She whispered.

   Shadow hesitantly reached out to her. She didn't move away.

   He placed his hand on her shoulder.

   She looked up at him, her eyes shown fear and shock. They struck him deep. He didn't want to scare her. He'd only wanted her to know that it was possible to control the cold. "I-I'm so sorry." He apologized. He wrapped her tightly in his arms, resting his chin atop her head. Her quills felt soft against his skin.

   She was so warm. She smelled like an angel would smell, sweet and slightly spicy. He inhaled her scent deeply. A small smile crept onto his lips.

   She buried her face into his chest. His white chest fur felt warm on her checks. He smelled sweet. Like pine and peppermint. She felt his muscular arms around her. She enjoyed the feeling. It felt nice and warm. How could someone who controlled something so cold be so warm? Right then, she didn't care. She wanted to stay this way.

   He felt her nose brush against his chest and he smiled. He tightened his arms around her and she nuzzled her nose deeper into the fur of his chest.

   He looked down and planted a kiss on her head.

   She stopped nuzzling his chest. She stopped breathing in his scent.

   She looked up at him. Their eyes meeting. She noticed his eyes flicker to her lips then to her eyes. She did the same. Slowly, she tilted her head up and stood on her toes.

   He lowered his head and their lips met.