eachdraidh | ✈ fifth snowy flight ❄

[The locket seems to be set up on a counter in a bedroom in the Station. To the side of the screen, there appears to be a small miniature ice sculpture of a pine tree, sparkling from the glow of the fireplace in the far background. Jack makes final adjustments in angling the locket just right to show off his crystal art project as well as his own smirking face.]

Alright, there's a whole ton of you out there that are either old and ancient or from some weird world that never got to know the cool Earth holidays, so lucky you — I'm here to provide you with a little Q&A on what Christmas is.

It doesn’t make any sense. It’s Father Christmas’s birthday but … not his birthday, too? Why is he giving out gifts for some other guy? [ OH, LOOK, one confused Viking is sitting on the bed. Hiccup gestures animatedly. ] Jack, your gods aren’t making any sense, even Loki’s more organised than this.

[The winter spirit rolls his eyes, waving a hand to hush the man behind him, keeping his attention on the locket instead of addressing him.]

The point is: you set up a ton of colorful lights around, you toss up a big tree to get sap all over your fingers, and then you find presents underneath it on the morning of the 25th. [That’s about the gist of it, right?] Look, I’m not big on bribing kids with gifts, but it does get people slacking off from all that serious crap so they can run outside and make a snowman or something. Gotta give it props for that.

So, basically, it’s Snoggletog without Thor. [ Flatly voiced from the peanut gallery. ] Boy, does that sound like a hoot.

No, no. [He finally turns his back to face Hiccup, shaking a pointed finger at him.] Don’t compare it to your aggressive “missing toes” Viking catastrophe of a holiday. [Turning back to the locket:] Just to be clear — mistletoe, that little plant that’s hung up everywhere on ceilings during the month, means you kiss the person you’re caught under it with — it’s not for punching them, as some people believe.

[ Wow, Hiccup’s just going to fold his arms right now. So rude. ]

I could always dredge up the will to punch you, if you’re getting tired of hanging out under mistletoe and suffering the other option.

[ No, he couldn’t. But he can say he might!! ]

Uh huh, sure. [With a momentary deadpan expression, Jack finally just shrugs with a sigh.] Anyway, I know the guy who hands out the presents, been in his secret lair in the North Pole and everything, so if you want to know more about elves — the small critter-like ones who don’t actually wrap the presents — or yetis, caroling and eggnog, whatever, I can fill in all the blanks for you.

[A pause before he adds:] Just do me a favor, be a pal, and run out to play in the snow for a bit, got it?

Excuse you, I am known for my incredibly artistic Snow Furies, Jack. Just because I don’t go prancing around yelling about how great winter is doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have fun.

First of all, I was talking to them, not you. Second, winter is great and I don’t think you understand how—

I’m Jack Frost, I can’t help kissing aaaall the snowflakes because I’m in love with them—

[The bickering continues for however long. Interruptions for questions would be more than welcome at this point.]

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Your eh, yuletide - ah, Christmas - sounds like a lot of fun, Jack Forst.

[ a smile ]

except for the punching. and maybe except for the potential of the kissing as sometimes you can kiss someone and they would hit you because they are not interested, not saying that I would hit you if you do - of course I wouldn't, not me.

--- not that I want to be kissed either!!

[ stop her anytime. ]

[DAAAW WHO IS THIS ADORABLE DOLL? He's chuckling, always amused by the talkers.]

There isn't some invisible force that makes you do any actual kissing unless you wanted to. Like everything else, it's all in good fun. Course, nothing'll stop you from punching either.

I certainly don't want to punch anyone. really. at all. unless they're unpleasant but a simple thing like that is not at all being unpleasant, unless you're unaware that this is happening which is why it's so good of you that you made people -

[ gwen breathe. ]

...aware.

[Oh, so she does know how to breathe.]

Yup, that's my main duty. To protect the poor souls who might get smooched this winter and have no idea why. And I hear they're hanging those things everywhere so it might happen more often than not.

[ she smiles, sort of becoming very aware of the fact that she just babbled at him about kissing and oh gosh, chuckling a bit ]

I think it's very gallant of you, Jack Frost the - keeper of kisses.

[Whoa whoa, that gets a bit of a puce blush!!]

Ah, yeah, I think I'd prefer to keep "winter spirit" as my title instead.

[ laughing merrily, alright then. ]

Winter Spirit.

[ have a curtsy - all purple fabric and curls that have flowers in them ]

Guinevere. Gwen, really. I don't - really have a title.

And Jack, as you know. [He'll tease with a little bow of his own, always amused to follow in other people's manners even if he barely had any of his own.]

Gwen, the Mistletoe Conqueror. How's that?

[ many, many pearly of laughter and she nods. ]

I will bear it with pride.

Good, you'll need it plenty this month. [He chuckles with her, pleased to see her play along.]

So, Gwen. You mentioned Yuletide so it sounds like you're not a complete stranger to the concept of Christmas. What sort of things do you do for it?

I don't do much, I admit. But there is a party in the castle, a feast and wine. We're mostly busy preparing for it and then making certain that all the guests are at ease.

[ the life of a servant girl, honestly. ]

What, you set up the party and then don't enjoy yourself in it? Then what's the point?

[Says the guy who crashes parties, mostly.]

I am but a maidservant, Jack Frost.

[ a small tight smile. this is exactly why she avoided the feast here, it felt many leagues above her status. ]

The feast is for royalty, nobility and knights.

[Just this look.] No offense, but that's about the stupidiest thing I've ever heard. It goes up there with people saying they're not allowed to have fun. Don't tell me you're not allowed that either.

[Because he'll flip. Quite literally.]

Feasts consist of a bunch of food tossed around for everyone to stuff their faces in. If a pretty girl like you wants a snack or to just gossip around with the other food stuffers, then there's nothing that says you can't.

Oh we are. After we are done with our duties and our work and sometimes those are fun. I mean, whenever me and Merlin end up going to do the washing together, we can talk and -

[ nevermind ]

You're - very kind to me but I do not belong in feasts. We - I'm not ashamed of being a servant but I know my place.

What place? You realize whatever the case was before doesn't matter anymore. You can do anything here. You're not limited to the same restrictions you used to have.

I know.

[ she shifts a bit awkwardly ]

...Maybe I can attend the next feast here.

[ that'll be nice. to be...a guest rather than to serve. ]

There's gonna be a celebration thing at this place called the Barrel soon. You should try to come. I'm in charge of decorating.

[Which means snow everywhere.]

I would love to come.

[ smiling oh so much. ]

If I can help in any way, I am at your service.

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