//------------------------------// // All I want for Christmas is you // Story: For Christmas // by DiscordFan //------------------------------// I shivered and dug my hands deeper into my jean pockets. My white tee-shirt was barely visable against my light gray body. Goosebumps lined my arms as flurries waltzed all around me. I shook my head to relieve my messy white hair some of the weight from the snowflakes. My teeth chattered as I felt my wings gloss over with frost. My hooves were bare and made the kayer of snow below me crunch. My stomach growled and gnawed at its lining. By the way, I'm Flurry. No, not the ice-cream, stupids. I'm not made of crushed ice (though I do feel crushed sometimes) and cream and found at Dairy Queen; I don't taste good either. Also, I'm a snow changeling. ... You don't know what that is, do you? *sigh* Don't worry... I'll explain. You see, our chiton color depends on what biome we're born in or what season we're born in. Where you're born distinguishes what changeling tribe you belong to. Example: if you're born in the Badlands, your chiton is black to blend in with the ash everywhere, and you are part of the Ashen Tribe. If you're born in, say, the Everfree Forest, your chiton is wood brown or leaf green and you belong to the Everfree Tribe. Being a snow changeling, I belong to the Frost Tribe, where females are an immaculate white and males are usually some shade of gray. A-anyway... I half-heartily trudged through the snow, hoping to stumble across an alleyway or, better yet, a bench. I sighed. Great... Just great! I can't feel my hooves! I wish I was female right now. Than I could warm right up. Forgot to mention that females can start fires; not sure why males can't. 'By Queen Frosteria... I better not get hypothermia when this is over. Then again, I have nothing to go back to. After all... she's gone. Oh, Crystallina... Why did you have to leave? Why did Glass Droplet go with you?' My nose had begun running a bit and I sniffled. I looked up to see if I could see the stars. Nope... too many clouds. My ears folded against my head as my gaze went to the snow covered sidewalk. The snow fell on my face as I gripped another's hand while we walked on a snow covered sidewalk. I thought, 'No... Please, no... I don't want to think about this...' Tears ran down my face, and the tear lines froze, leaving my face stiff. My eyelids had been clenched together, so I couldn't see where I was going. Suddenly I bumped into something. Flashing my eyes open, I discovered a benched. With the magic in my sharp, curved horn that stuck out from my white hair, I removed the snow from it. I then sat down in relief. The flurries countinued to dance and quiver in the air, some resting on my eyelashes. I closed my eyes and leaned back. The wood against my bum left me with a wave of relief. The sensation of simply relaxing was renewing me if it wasn't for my hunger. "'Scuse me, sir," a voice suddenly spoke out. Feminine, if you must know. At this point, my eyes had snapped open. "Sir?" I felt an appetizer of concern fill my stomach, making my insides churn and gnaw on my stomach more. "Sir, are you okay? Aren't you cold?" Maybe if I don't move, she'll leave me alone..? Then I heard a door close... Only to hear it open about a minute later. The soft crunching of hooves on the snow filled my ears. Was that gingerbread I was smelling? Kay, guys. This is the weird part. The mare(?) behind me and the bench then began wrapping a scarf around my neck; not too tightly, but not loose. It was red. She then walked to the front and sat down. She was wearing a thick purple jacket and black snowpants. The top of her curly white hair was covered by a pink, knitted cap that was pulled back a bit to make room for her horn. Her hooves were covered by snow boots, and her hands by pink gloves. Her icy blue face was complimented by the flurries. And her warm violet eyes... Her eyes were the same shade as... as hers had been. "You know it's freezing out here, right," she asked with a concerned tone. A nodded in response. 'Why isn't she scared? Can she not see my wings or eyes?' "Well, uh... I'm Frost Gaze. Who are you?" I didn't reply. I couldn't reply. What if I scared her away? "Just... Just so you know, you can come inside if you want." Frost Gaze then got up and headed back into her house. Hmm... If an oppurtunity comes by, you should grab it... Right? Relunctantly, I abandoned the bench and headed into the mare's house. I entered through her maroon door to enter a simply decorated entryway. There were wodden stairs to the left where some garland hung on the rail, and in the right corner of my eye, I could vaguely make out a Christmas tree. I stamped my hooves on Santa's smiling face that was on the rug by the door. I felt shivers jolt down my spine as the warmth of the house filled me. I took a whiff of the air. Mmm... Chocolate... Through a short hallway, I saw Frost Gaze walk from right to left holding a steaming mug of tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate? Some beverage that required heat in some way. I looked down at the fabricated Santa that was now covered with snow. Oh well. Nervously, I walked down the short hallway I had seen Frost Graze through and turned left. She was watching... what was that electronic picture producing thing? A television... right? Whatever it was called, she was watching it with the mug clasped in her hands. She had a gray long-sleeve shirt on and fuzzy purple pants and fuzzy blue socks. "I knew you would come in," she said without averting her gaze from the television. "You must've been freezing out there." She sipped from her mug. After watching the moving pictures a bit longer, she looked at me. "Can you tell me your name now? You're kinda in my house. No getting out of this one I guess. "Flurry," I buzzed. This is the end. She has to know now. "Thank you." She then patted on the cusion next to her. ... That's it? *sigh* I guess I shouldn't complain... I sat down on her honey brown couch hesitantly... 'Queen Frosteria... This is soft!' I remember leaning on something and falling asleep. ~giggle~ 'Mm... What's that sound?' I felt something gently shaking me awake. "Five more minutes, my Queen," I buzzed sleepily. "Umm... I'm not a queen," a voice said, clearly humored. I opened one eye to see two purple eyes staring back. The stars sparkled as I lost myself in her purple eyes... No... No, stop! Please stop! Our muzzles touched and our lips opened on one another's. I felt our fangs rubbed against one another. "I said stop!!" I was clutching my head . I slowly realized that I had just screamed that out loud. I opened my pure blue eyes as I panted in anger, sadness, and loss. Tears ran down my face and onto my jeans. My fangs rubbed on my normal teeth. "... Are you okay?" I looked at Frost Gaze again. She looked so worried. Her icy blue hand grasped her opposite arm. She was gently biting her lip. And she was still wearing her... pajamas, right? I quickly got up and began hugging her. "O-oh! Umm... I'm guessing you're not okay?" I shook my head as tears fell on her shoulder. I've never been in contact with a pony before. The females are the hunters and warriors. Males are just workers and help reproduce with... A-anyway... Her arms shifted and began rubbing on my back. "Do... Would you like to talk about it?" Oh, Frosteria... How do I answer this one? Yes and no? Hesitantly, I began slowly shaking my head, but then I started nodding. This kind pony deserved to know. I sat back down on the couch, but she rushed away to go get something. About five minutes later, she back in holding two mugs and levitating a bowl. She handed me a mug and placed the bowl where it would between us. There was weird deformed yellow stuff in the bowl. I looked into my mug and a brown liquid with floating white things. "What is this," I asked, gesturing at the bowl. "Popcorn," she replied, popping one yellow thing in her mouth. I held the cup out. "And this?" "Hot chocolate." I frowned. "But chocolate is a solid. And this appears to be a liquid." I stared into the 'hot chocolate'. "I'm afraid I can't comprehend this." Frost Gaze stifled some giggles. "It's confusing to explain," she said between giggles. "But you said you wanted to talk about why we were hugging and you were crying. I sighed. Here we go. "Okay," I buzzed. "I... I had a wife named Crystallina and a daughter named Glass Droplet. One day, the Queen, Queen Frosteria, ordered a group of females to go on a mission for a treaty of peace with our main rivals, the polar bears. They had been chosen for the group." I looked over at Frost Gaze. Her eyes were intense as she listened to my story. I continued. "The mission was a failure. The polar bears and their king, King Polarian, had attacked without hearing their pleas for peace. After this, I fled my tribe, my home, my life because she had died." I paused as I sipped the liquid chocolate. Mmm... Pleasing... There was silence for a bit. "So she's gone?" I nodded. "... My husband had died. He had a heart attack about three weeks after we married. I was devastated." My ears soaked in every word as they twitched and perked with attention. "We really loved one another, but he had been addicted to smoking. I tolerated it." I was silent. "You have her eye color." "Huh?" "You have her eye color," I buzzed. "Oh..." There was silence once more. Then the bowl moved by her magic. Frost Gaze shifted herself closer to me. Suddenly, I felt some weight on my shoulder. Hesitantly, I rested head on hers. "You're really nice," I buzzed. "You seemed sad and lonely." She paused. "You know, it's Christmas day." "Changelings don't celebrate holidays." I felt her move her head, so I lifted mine. Suddenly, her hand was on my face. She turned it a bit so that I faced her. She leaned in, and we kissed.