Near the middle of the corner (is there ever really a middle of any corner? Oh well...) was a very strange--and dangerous--sight. Several large garbage bins were precariously stacked in a little makeshift hut, held together by nothing more than luck and faith. Outside, like a dog who had far outgrown her doghouse, lay a Frost paragon with her tail just barely contained in the little garbage bin hut. In front of her fluttered two Kitrells--a Winter and a Candycorn.
"We really need to do better this year, Lucrecia--you know Miss Kallile can't keep KS in her hands on holidays." Said Simia, the Winter. The Candycorn--Marxis-- shrugged, his stomach rumbling hungrily.
"I'm more worried about our own food intake--what're we going to do?"The Frost lifted her head suddenly, grinning as she looked around to see what everyone else was busy doing.
"I know!" The big paragon nearly yapped, her tail wiggling and threatening to knock over her haphazardous construction.
"I'll make people ice sculptures!"Marxis snorted, laughing and dropping a few inches closer to the ground as he reached one wing around to clutch his aching belly.
"You are going to make people ice sculptures? Lu--you can barely make stick figures. How are you going to make people...""Like this!" The Frost chimed, opening her mouth to let a spray of ice and snow come flying forth. Second later, a very frozen and slightly shivering Marxis-statue fell to the ground. The ice chipped off his bottom half, leaving his tiny legs to frantically scramble as Simia drifted down to try and help him.
Lucrecia, meanwhile, spotted an unsuspecting passerby.
"Hey! I can make you an ice sculpture!~"The patron seemed interested, until Simia came flying up and did her best to clamp the Frost's mouth closed.
"Why...don't we build an ice rink for people to use? Or make them the perfect snowball or something?""Oh!" The frost said though muffled, somehow allowing herself to be silenced by the tiny Kitrell,
"I can do that!"Marxis reappeared in the air, shivering violently and glaring angrily at his Frost-companion.
"Next time, find a new test subject. I'm not playing the part of snowball target."Lucrecia made a slightly sad face at him, then beamed and broke Simia's hold.
"That's alright--it can be Simi's turn!"For a moment Simia beamed, then her little face fell.
"Wait...wha--" One of the brand new
"Lucrecia's Perfect Snowball"'s hit her dead center and took her out of the air.
"They work!" The Frost chimed.