"Charlie, come on, washing off graffiti is not that hard," I reasoned, scrubbing at some of it.
"It is, considering I'm not used to cleaning," Charlie grumbled. "And you're not supposed to be doing this, I am."
I stood back from the wall, reading the graffiti. "'Christmas is stupid,'" I read. "Yeah, I'm definitely cleaning this."
Charlie smiled and started to clean the wall with me. "How'd it go with the girl? And what's her name, for that matter?" I asked.
"Her name's Danielle, and she really liked the bracelet," Charlie looked at his own.
"I'm really glad I'm into jewelry. And making things in general," I said with a satisfied smile.
"About you. Has anything weird happened to you lately?" Charlie asked.
"Nothing, really," I shrugged, dipping my hand in the warm water with the sponge.
My hand steamed, it rising out of the bucket into the cold air. My eyes widened as I pulled my hand out of the water. Charlie looked at me in bewilderment as the water suddenly turned to ice.
"What just happened?" Charlie asked.
"My hand just steamed, and the water turned to ice," I said in disbelief. "I got my powers."
"What powers?" Charlie asked.
"My ice magic!" I said excitedly in a whisper tone.
"You get ice magic? Is your father Jack Frost or something?" Charlie snorted.
I looked at him for a moment before he realized. "Your father is Jack Frost," he said, eyes wide.
"I got my powers!" I bit my lip in excitement, squealing internally.
"Jeez, you look like you're about to explode," Charlie chuckled.
"I think I'm going to," I replied, wiggling my fingers excitedly.
"Relax. I want to at least finish service for the day before you freeze me accidentally," Charlie held up his hand.
"No chance. Once I freeze something, it's permanent unless I pour a special potion over it," I explained. "I'm going to be careful."
"That's my sister," Charlie hit me on the back, making me smile. "Now, are you going to help me or not?"
I laughed. "Sure," I said, continuing to clean the walls with a scrub brush.
The paint was faint when we were done for the day. We went home and I was bouncing lightly in my seat.
"What's got you this excited?" Dad smiled.
"I got my powers!" I said, looking back at Charlie in the back seat.
"Your ice powers? How'd you find out?" Dad questioned.
"She made a bucket of warm water steam and she turned it to ice," Charlie blurted, looking at Dad.
"That's cool," Dad nodded.
"Eighteen hundred years old. Dad got his at twenty-four thousand. How?" I looked at my hands, which had started to slightly frost.
"I'm proud of you, Crystal. But in the meantime, let's practice those outside, not in the car," Dad put a hand on my shoulder briefly.
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Long Lost Elf
FanfictionA Bernard the Elf Love Story. Crystal, adopted daughter of Laura Miller and Scott Calvin. Two years older than Charlie. If she told the truth, she was older than her parents. And she wasn't who she says she was.
