The steam from the cup of hot chocolate tickled your nose, its sweet scent filling the air as you let out a content sigh. This is the life. Sitting with hot cocoa, wrapped in a warm blanket, bunny slippers on, and watching the snow fall. Currently it was Wednesday, eleven in the morning and you were home alone. The falling snow laid like a pure white blanket over the world, and you had the snow to thank for the fact that you were sitting here right now enjoying cocoa instead of taking that test you would've had today.

"Thank you Jack Frost," you said playfully as you lifted the cup of hot cocoa to your lips. Jack Frost... Why does that name...? Vague images passed through your mind, images of wild sled races, intense snowball fights, igloo making contests- all alongside an older boy with pale white hair.

"You're welcome."

You choked on your cocoa, covering your mouth to keep the cocoa from spraying out. You swallowed hard. "Jack?" You blinked your eyes, rubbing them as the boy materialized right in front of you. Frost decorated the top of his dark blue hoodie, his hair was the same color as the snow outside, and his eyes were like the color of the frosty blue sky.

"Y-You can still see me?"

"Apparently..." You blinked a few times. His eyes widened slightly and he grinned, showing off pure white teeth. "Wow, you literally haven't changed at all!" You smiled, and remembered that the last time he saw you was probably when you had just lost both your front teeth- a long, long time ago. And now, you looked his age (physically at least)

"What are you doing sitting inside? Come on it's a snow day!" He tapped his staff to the ground, and the door behind him flew open, cold snow rushing in.

"Whoa, whoa, wait, I'm not dressed for this-"

"No worries, you're with me, you won't get cold as long as you don't let go of my hand!" Like an excited little kid, he grabbed your hand and dragged you outside into the snow, bunny slippers and all. Strange boy who came out of nowhere or not, his excitement and cheer spread through his tight grip on your hand, and you squeezed back slightly as you moved a little faster in an attempt to keep up with him.

"Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Lazy snow days are alright, but snow days with Jack were always your favorite.