Jelsa -ice alliance ?

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"So," Jack said, reaching across the table and taking a chicken leg from one of the silver platters, "Less than a year of the Guardian gig, and I get a celebratory feast? Nice!"

"Not just a feast," North chuckled.

SCREEECH!

He shoved his chair back from the table across the stone tiles, and then smacked his enormous thighs. "COME! Sit on my lap! Tell me what you want for Christmas!"

"Sit on your—wait. No way. No—AUGH!"

CLUNK. The chicken leg dropped back onto his plate, and with one yeti taking each arm, Jack yelped as he was helplessly yanked up into the air, kicking out his legs in shock and knocking over the wooden seat. As the other Guardians burst out laughing, Jack heard it fall to the side with a crash as he passionately protested, yelling and struggling as the two yetis calmly carried him across the room. Reaching the Guardian of Wonder's chair, they held him up for a long moment, then unceremoniously dropping him into North's lap.

Before he could jump off, North lunged forward, seizing the back of his hoodie.

"Put—me—down!" Jack gritted.

"But you need to tell me what you want for Christmas."

"Seriously?" he groaned, "Couldn't you just ask me?"

"No."

"I HAVE to be sitting on your lap?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Reasons." North leaned forward, gazing deep into Jack's eyes. Jack flinched at the awkward closeness. "Now tell me," North whispered, "What—do you want—for Christmas?"

Jack's breath caught.

He opened his mouth to say something, but then glanced to the side, quickly shutting it again. He quickly shook his head, forcing another laugh. "I—I think I'm good," he stammered. "There's nothing I want. I've got everything I need."

North's eyes narrowed. He then sat back, a pensive expression on his face.

"Jack Frost..." he said quietly. "You know that you can—"

"Seriously! There's nothing I want!"

Jack shoved back North's arm, leaping down off his thigh. He spun around and took a step back, inching towards the table again with his hands in the air. "I've got everything, okay? I have ice powers, there are a lot of kids who believe in me, I know my center, I help people have fun, and," he added, leaping to the side and snatching it up off of his plate, "I have a chicken leg. Which is really good, by the way."

"I will pass on compliments to the chef," North said slowly. "But—"

"—In fact, yeah, I think I'm going to go think about my center some more right now," he snapped, his brow setting defensively. "See ya."

He ripped off the garland and let it fall to the ground, reaching across the table and snatching up his staff. Then, turning and pacing quickly across the room, Jack Frost launched himself into the air and burst out through the tall wooden doors.

BANG!

And the other Guardians found themselves sitting in silence once again.

"So... that went well," Bunnymund offered.

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North found Jack sitting in his favorite window, absent-mindedly creating frost patterns on the glass. Snow fell softly outside, twirling and spinning in the wind, and it had gotten dark, but Jack hadn't lit any candles or lamps, sitting all alone in the moonlight. North walked up behind him, folding his arms across his chest.