notjustyourlittlegirl:

“I don’t need practice,” she scoffed, and leaned back with her arms crossed. “So do I get a prize, Frosty?” She looked up at the winter spirit and noticed how tall he was, considering how they were lying in the same position.

“Wow, cocky, are we?” he said, noticing a slight familiarity with the conversation. Usually Jack was the cocky one and the other would either try to top him or get pissed off. In most cases, the latter. But this time it was the other way around. “I’ll think about it." He shrugged playfully.