A Frozen Heart Worth

Jack grinned, though, and floated up a few feet, stopping the breathing he kept up mostly from habit as the Easter Bunny glared into the storm.“Bloody Winter sprites,” he was muttering to himself, scowling. “Always messing up my damn holiday.” He started trudging through the storm, obviously displeased by the cold.Jack drifted forward, darting in after a second to land a punch. The Bunny’s ear twitched, and he twisted nimbly to the side, throwing out his own fist with startling speed.It hit Jack’s side, sending him flying back. He shot away, hiding in the snowstorm, the stark white of his hair and skin and the light palate of his clothes blending in seamlessly.Jack winced, gingerly poking his side. It hurt.