[Gay Fiction] No one likes the snow - except for Jack Frost. Since he had to take over his father's job to make it snow appropriately, he despises that everyone despises what he loves. Only having a few friends, Jack goes through the year with an icy approach to people considering the majority of them tell him to never make it snow again. Jack wishes he was popular because then maybe people would like the winter because he likes the winter, the way Cupid likes summer and everyone likes Cupid, who also happens to be the number one person Jack can't stand. Though as the seasons change, Jack soon finds himself in situations setting the odds agains his hate to Cupid - and Jack just doens't know what his feelings are anymore. Will they be something he likes - or hates?