When I was younger, one of my favorite scenes in Christmas movies were the ones when the children would go out to play in the snow and discover something magical. While I didn't know if Frosty was nearby, I was kinda excited to view the ultimate snow playground. The inside of the palace was beautiful, an ice sculptor's dream, but I don't think I paid attention until we entered the garden, where I could finally let go of his arm and walk around.
Because there was snow everywhere; the blue icicle trees may have been without leaves but loaded with its white fluff, the ground was layered with it so that it almost reached my knees, it looked like something right out of a Christmas special and I loved every inch of it.
"Oh Snowy," I exclaimed while turning back to him, "it's beautiful." I'm not exactly sure if he blushed, his eyes bashfully swept downwards and he turned his toes nervously in the snow. "Th-thanks. For the compliment and the nickname." Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. "Oh did I say that? I-" "No it's alright, I kinda...like it." I felt like the whole world was laughing at us right now.
"Do you...maybe want to learn how to skate?" He asked, gesturing to a decent-sized frozen lake at the center of the frozen trees. I was relieved for the distraction. "Yeah, I'd like that." He smiled and with a flick of his wrist, I was wearing lilac ice skates with white blades. I smiled as I looked back at him. "I noticed you're wearing purple so I thought maybe that's your favorite color. I can change them if you want." "No, they're lovely." There was an awkward little pause before he slid out onto the ice and held out a hand. "Shall we?" I smiled softly, eyes twinkling. "We shall." And I took his hand.
I might've fallen a lot that day but to be honest, I don't remember half of them, all I could think about was the lilac skates. He was so considerate, he could've made them blue or white to match the snow, but he didn't, he paid attention. She nodded as he gave a direction about how to point your toes out. What a nice guy, for someone made of ice. For a brief moment, an air of sadness drifted over me until I stumbled and found myself pressed against him yet again. We shared a light laugh that died off when I stood and found there were only a few inches between our noes.
"Hey, what do you say we add some music to this lesson?" He took one hand off my arm and pointed to the snow. A blast of winter wind came from his finger and made the snow into a phonograph, I giggled faintly at how old-fashioned he was. "What? It plays great music." "I didn't say I doubted you." And so we resumed skating as Bing Crosby's age-old voice crooned out the lyrics of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas. I'm not sure how I got around to holding one of his hands instead of clinging to him for dear life, but I did and it was nice, moving my feet in rhythm as I glided over the ice, for a moment, I imagined myself as an ice princess. Then I moved my foot the wrong way and slid right into him. "Sorry I-" He cut me off when his arm slithered around my waist, holding me against him as we sort of slow danced over the ice, the music seeping in until it felt like it was a part of me.
"Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Father bear to us once more"
"You're not a bad skater, for a rookie." I shrugged, unable to look away from his eyes. "Maybe I was an ice queen in a past life." I don't know what made me say that I don't even believe in that sort of stuff. But he smiled and cupped my cheek, I could feel his frigid palms through the glove but my cheek was flaming so it evened out. Even when he gently ran his thumb beneath my eye, the cold didn't bother me in the least. Our movements steadily grew slower until we were barely sliding along; his hands at my waist and mine draped around his neck. The world around us seemed to have gone silent like it was holding its breath, waiting.
"Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now"
And suddenly we had stopped; he made a move first, stepping off and offering me his hand yet again, I don't think it was until after he made the ice skates vanish when I remembered why I was here.
"Mr. Miser-" "Snowy." A shy, sad smile tugged at my lips. "Snowy," (my heart fluttered) "you mentioned earlier that I fell off of Santa's sleigh, I wasn't alone." Now I had his attention.
"My little brother...he's in Santa's sack and probably at his workshop. Do you know any way I can get him back?" Snowy tapped his chin as we went back inside, my arm looped in his. Soon we were back in the throne room.
"Getting your brother back means going straight to the jolly fat man himself, I've been meaning to meet him, tell him how his reputation has helped snow biz." I giggled at the pun.
"Yeah, I think we can make this work, and I know just the mode of transport we should use. If you're up for the challenge." I placed a hand on my chest and put on a face of mock hurt. "Why Miser, you ask as if I'm some fragile flower that can't take the cold." And even though we laughed about it as went out, inside I was once again touched by his sincerity.
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Heidi is your everyday non-believer teen with problems of her own, until one Christmas her younger brother Noah stows away in Santa's sack and she has to get him back home before sunrise. On the way, she meets Snow and Heat Miser who both have simil...