Title: Jack Frost x Reader: Don't Stop Believing 2
Author: threepinkdoors

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You were forbidden to go outside without an escort. You weren't very rich and neither was your family, so your escort was mainly your younger brother. He was much too small to be thinking of adult things such as work or girls, so he liked to spend his time playing in the snow with the other kids. And wherever you went, so did he.

The only condition was that you never talked to Jack again. You couldn't believe your father put such strict constraint on you. Even if it did make sense, you didn't like it one bit. Your little brother, however, seemed to want to help you. Today, he decided to play with a few kids. Pippa was there, Jack's little sister. And wherever Pippa was, Jack was sure to be found.

Your heart pounded in your chest and your cheeks flushed. Jack was busy having fun and throwing snowballs at the kids. But as soon as his eyes met yours, he stopped, his own face turning a bright shade of red. You saw Pippa look up at you, and then she ran to Jack and pushed him toward you. He blushed and handed her a sheet of parchment. He knelt down beside her and whispered something in her ear. Pippa smiled and rushed over to your little brother, pelting him with a snowball to get his attention. She handed him the parchment and whispered something in his ear. Your brother smiled and rushed back to you. "__________! Look what Pippa drew for me!"

You stared at your brother and the parchment for a while and then glanced back up at Jack. He busied himself throwing snowballs, but he wouldn't take his eyes off you for too long, and he had a bright smile on his face. You smiled back and took the parchment. "__________," you read. "I'm sorry for screwing things up with your dad. Care to join me on the ice? Jack."

Oh man, you were in trouble. You and your brother ran home and took out your ice skates, racing back to the frozen lake to find Jack and Pippa already there, along with the other kids. Jack seemed to have convinced them to play along because they were constantly zipping around you, trying to nudge you into him. "Well, well, well, fancy meeting you here," he chuckled, holding you so you wouldn't lose your balance as the children pushed you just enough to make you nearly fall.

"Fancy!" you breathed. "Fancy that..." When you regained your balance, you pushed away from him and continued as if nothing happened, leaving behind a chuckling Jack.

He continued this cat-and-mouse game with you all day. He'd bump into you on "accident" and exchange a few words with you before drifting off, or the children would push you into him, leaving you stammering and amazed and wondering what it was Jack did to them to form a coalition with him.

"You know, you never told me your answer," he said smoothly, as if it was an everyday topic like the weather. Your face turned pink and you skated away from him, only to find him skating in the opposite direction and eventually meeting up with you again. "So, how about it?" he asked you again. You swerved away from him and he continued his path, eventually meeting you again. Only this time, he stopped right in front of you and knelt down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"

The ice must have been freezing, and he looked as if he didn't care. Your face was a bright red. "Jack, what about my father?" you said softly.

He grinned. "I already talked to him." What? "I explained everything to him. He wasn't too happy about it, though..." He what? "And I already asked him, so all you have to do is say 'yes'!"

"You what?!" you shouted. He only chortled in response. "I can't believe you... Wait, no, I can believe you, I just never thought you would!"

"So, is that a yes?" he winked.

You couldn't stop from flinging your arms around his neck, almost knocking him onto the ice. "Yes, yes! A million times, yes!" you cried, tears streaming from your face.

This was your best friend. He had pulled countless pranks on you as children, and he continued to do so every once in a while as teenagers. But he had never been more serious when he asked you to marry him. He made you the happiest girl in the world when he did. And you had made him the happiest man in the world when you accepted.