The Spirit of Autumn // Jack Frost

Epilogue

"JJJJJJJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!" North's booming voice echoed through the whole north pole.

Jack came flying into North's workshop, half expecting to find that somehow Bunnymund had gotten his rear covered in paint and had decided to plant the blame on Jack yet again (Jack never understood why, even though sometimes it was not his fault, he would get blamed for things like this).

When the spirit of winter came flying through the window, he pulled to an abrupt stop while a smirk flashed across his pale lips. North was sitting in a pile of snow, covered from head to toe with the snow packed neatly and deliberately while the snow atop the large man's head had been erected to appear like rabbit ears. Sitting next to North was Sandy, a rather perturbed look on the little man's round face and was in a similar predicament but the snow around Sandy was packed and prodded to make it appear like Sandy had a beard and a Santa hat.

From what it looked like, North and Sandy had had a run in with Sandy's sleeping dust and had ended up sound asleep on the floor, an accident waiting to happen since the sleeping dust incident was probably not as accidental as it appeared.

Standing not far off was the 4-wheeled snow mower that Jack had created when North had asked him to see to it that whenever a party or get together was being held, the snow around the North Pole had to be spotless and rabbit-footprint-free (An issue that always arose since Bunnymund never used the driveway). The snow mower had two seats, something Jack had added just in case North wanted to take it on a spin and discovered that one seat was not quite big enough to fit his large figure. Seated in the two seats were two little boys, completely different from each other except for their features.

The one sitting in the driver's seat, his hands on the wheels with a devilishly pleased look on his face had spiky pure white hair but instead of having black or white eyebrows, his eyebrows were a fire red. His eyes were a pure molten gold color, shaded by thick black lashes that gave him a "manly gorgeous" look even though both boys only appeared like 5-year olds.

The second boy who sat in the passenger seat, held a small gardening shovel, covered in snow and in his other hand: a chisel.... Well, that explains the snowy bunny ears and beard. The little boy looked identical to the other boy, both the same two-foot height, petite pointy nose, slightly pointy chin with thin, mischievous lips and big eyes, fanned by long lashes. However, instead of having pale skin like the other boy, the second boy had rosy cheeks and little freckles sprinkling his chubby cheeks. A mop of wild straight fire red hair, a single lock of pure white hair down the very center of his head. The sides of his head were shaved shorter while the hair atop his head was left long, loose and mad as if he had been electrocuted. Icy blue eyes were shaded by his long lashes that looked like they were dusted with fairy dust.

"Daddy! Guess what!? The Snow Mower really works!" The white-haired boy yelled when he caught sight of Jack, hovering nearby.

Sandy and North turned to Jack with perturbed looks, and Jack knew that if North and Sandy didn't love the twins so much, he would be in serious danger. However, seeing as how Jack could sense North and Sandy's anger chipping away to amusement, the spirit of winter threw back his head and let out a belly laugh.

He was clutching his stomach as he came to land on a nearby railing, trying to catch his breath when he heard the red-haired twin whisper to his brother.

"Barak.... I do not think this is the situation where we get dessert...."

The white-haired boy, Barak, nodded, "Yeah Tyrus.... Like the time we put gunpowder in hallow easter eggs and then made sure Bunny's fur was staticky so whenever he touched an egg, they blew up..."

Jack had just recovered from laughing when he fell back, rolling in laughter again at his sons' words. There was a reason he and Scarlett had named them Tyrus (meaning thunder) and Barak (meaning lightning), dubbing them the Sons of Thunder (there are actually two real people named the Sons of Thunder;)).