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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[Zhaneel as listened to the entire exchange, gaze flitting back and forth between the pair as they discuss various Christmas traditions. She'd met the pair when she'd volunteered for the rescue efforts at Redgate, but really only in passing. Be that as it may, the gryphon is caught up on one particular thing.

Curious gryphon is go.]

Excuse me, but... what is a snowman?

[Oh yeah! He remembers seeing this bird around before.]

What, you've never never seen one before? Three giant snowballs stacked on each other, pebbles used to decorate the top one to make it into a face, carrot for a nose? Never?

[Her ears flick this way and that, finally settling in a forward position as she gives her head a single shake.]

No, I have not... why would one stack balls of snow? [It's not that she doesn't understand, or enjoy, having fun... she's just never heard of anything like this ever.]

Well, when you put it like that ... [Maybe it does sound kind of ridiculous.]

It's sort of like a decoration. Kids get to make a "man" made of snow, so to speak. And they can make him look as ridiculous as they want or just use the snow to toss at each other afterwards. It's just a way to have fun.

[Just a little bit, Jack, but she can understand the element of fun that it might possess. She listens with interest, head tilted slightly.]

I have never done this before... the making of the 'snowman'... snow itself, though, I have played in before. It has been many years, though, and snow was an infrequent affair, even in the winter.

[Zhaneel hadn't had much 'fun' in her childhood, Jack. :( ]

Will we have more snow than this in the coming weeks, do you think?

[She also doesn't know who or what you are, Jack... besides a charming young man named 'Jack.']

[Don't worry, that's what Jack's here for. All these poor souls who don't know what fun is, they'll get a dose of it with him around.]

Do I think? Of course we are. I'm waiting a little closer to Christmas time, but I might try to bring on a bigger flurry to get some extra inches to mess with.

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Celebrate the season that kills the most young? fffff WHY DO?!

but snooooooow!!

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