Request by Artisan-Garder
"What sort of deal?"
The pale boy stepped closer to you, holding both hands behind his back. "Well, it's simple really. Just-"
You blinked and he was behind you, whispering soft as a winter breeze, "Close your eyes."
The frigid numbness of your limbs was replaced by a warm tingling as you eyelids felt extremely heavy. A sprinkle of something gold made it's way into your line of vision before your (e/c) eyes closed, leaving you in the hands of the strange boy of the snow.
Waking up was a difficult task that required way too much effort on your part.
Sighing, you rolled over onto your back and stared at the iced-over ceiling of your room. You closed your eyes, then snapped them open again to observe the view above you.
It definitely wasn't the flat white of your room.
Sitting up, the blankets fell from your shoulders and piled around your waist. It was easy to spot your kidnapper.
He was looking through the sketches in your notebook, occasionally lingering on one to get a better look at details before flipping to the next one.
"So," you yawned, looking at the boy, "where'd you learn that little hat trick?"
His answer was simple and distracted sounding as he continued to glance through your heavy art book. "Stole it."
Pursing your lips, you nodded. "Of course, of course." You looked at him for a little longer. "From a rapist?"
A teasing glint in his pale blue eyes, the teen looked up from your book long enough to shoot down your guess.
"No? Who then?"
He reached the page you had drawn his staff on. Shutting the book, he slid it across the icy floor over to you, a smirk playing on his face. "The Sandman."
You nodded again, "Sounds reasonable."
The boy grinned widely at you. "You don't believe me, do you?"
Mirroring his grinned, you cheered, "Not at all!"
He took a deep breath, then sighed. Grabbing his staff, he stepped over to where you were and took a seat on the thick blanket under you, his shoulder touching yours. He laid the staff over both of yours' laps.
"See this staff?" he asked you.
You blinked at him, "No."
Smirking, he ignored you and continued his explanation, "With it, I can bring frost to anywhere, anytime I want." He grinned at you, "Know why?"
"Because you can," you deadpanned.
He waved a finger in front of your face, "Because I'm Jack Frost."
You expression was incredulous, "And I'm the Easter Bunny."
"He's actually more of a kangaroo."
Raising an eyebrow at the boy, you decided to believe him. "Alrighty then. And I suppose Santa and the Tooth Fairy are real, too?"
With a teasing expression on his face, he nodded solemnly, "I'm afraid so."
"Well," you stood, "that explains everything. I'll be going now."
Jack called out to you, "Wait!" He waited until you turned to face him again, "What about our deal?"
You began walking to where you assumed lead out, telling Jack over your shoulder that you had already closed your eyes. "So unless you have more rapist powder I suggest you-"
But you were cut off when you slipped on a particularly fresh patch of ice, landing on your butt. Groaning, you turned and glared at the 'Ice Prince'.
"You did that on purpose."
He smiled cheekily at you, but decided to ignore you previous statement as he slid on the ice and plopped down next to you. "So!" he said, stretching his arm around your shoulder and pulling you uncomfortably close, "You know my name, what's yours?"
Grumbling, you muttered "(F/n) (L/n)" to the supposedly fictional being and attempted to wiggle out of his vice-like grip.
"That's cool. But, you know what's cooler?"
You glared at him. "If you say yourself then I will personally-"
That wasn't it. What was apparently cooler than your name was definitely more frigid, but also very, very warm.
When your lips parted, they were slightly blue from the kiss. Grinning, Jack Frost rested his forehead against yours.
"Do you believe me now?"