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[safyresky]

YESTERDAY was the THIRTEENTH!

You know what that means: another year has been crossposted to ao3. Another FROSTMAS YEAR, that is!

Year Four

After a year of radio silence across the board, Santa Jack calls a late December Council Meeting to unveil his brilliant plan.

Check out Year 4 HERE on ao3! COMPLETE with new glow up featuring:

Another shift from 7k words to 12k words--NOW WITH MORE DIALOGUE AND SILLIES!

We here at safyrsky industries DISLIKE bad characterizations of MN, and regret to inform you all that Y4 WAS rife with that exact thing. We have since patched it so that mean MN is gone, and tired, ready to kill, very nice Mother Nature has taken meanie mn's place :)

This does, of course, mean that Jacqueline is going through it, but that's the fun part! :D

Not sure what to heck a Frostmas is? That's cool beans! I shall. Learn you! Have a summary:

The Twelve Years of Frostmas

Nobody but he and I knew the truth. Jack wasn’t supposed to be Santa; I wasn’t supposed to be Jack Frost. He thought being Santa would fix everything. He was horribly, horribly mistaken. [My take on Jack’s reign as Santa during the Escape Clause. MAJOR OC involvement AND First Person POV from said OC. Finally cross posting THIS behemoth! Enjoy!]

Interested? Take it from the top HERE on ao3! And here on ff dot net, where it is done up to Year 10.

And have a very dramatique snippet of Y4...under the cut! :)

“Ignoring that too,” Jack growled, behind me now. He cleared his throat. “So I thought to myself, I though, what if I did what those guys did? What if I brought the children to me?”

I’ve never really experienced an ice cold chill down my back. I’m quite fond of chills, actually, and I’ll admit I’m a little perplexed whenever someone uses that phrase. What’s not to love about an icy chill, right? Get yourself a cozy blanket and the sleep conditions are to die for.

But when Jack said that, I think it’s safe to say that all of us—the current Jack Frost included—felt an icy cold chill run down our backs, to the point where I almost stood up and shouted I DIDN’T DO IT THAT ONE’S NOT ON ME!

“No,” Bernard said, breaking the silence. “You’re not going where I think you’re going with this. Right? Right?!”

"Ladies, gents, fur balls, babies, fairies, elf, and annoying little sister. I give you, the newest—and one hundred percent authentic—Christmas theme park: The North Pole!" with a flourish, he rounded the table (back by his seat now) and pulled the sheet off of the bumpy platform, revealing a full scale diorama of the North Pole. With a wave of his hand, the diorama lit up; and it was…it was awful.

Cupid fell out of the air, right onto the floor. Sandman looked faint; Bunny had gotten up and stepped back, knocking Tooth Fairy right out of his seat. Mother Nature and Father Time looked…beyond stunned. I was mortified.

"The Village Square will be where it all takes place! Ticket gates here in front of the workshop, here they can tour the workshop and make their own toy…look at this!" He gestured to the model. "We can make a tidy little profit with parents bringing their kids to make sure they're on the nice list and get their toys! They get to come meet Santa, I get to stay safely put, and we make a tidy little profit to keep things going up here. It’s brilliant! I’m brilliant.”

"No. Absolutely not. No, no, no and no! Santa, do you have any idea how wrong this is?" Bernard began, nobody stopping him; everyone was too shocked to say anything. "Not only are you breaking the Secret of Santa, but if you were even able to get away with this—which you won't be—you would destroy Christmas as we know it!"

"Kids would lose their belief," Father Time’s eyes seemed to glaze over as he looked into time itself. "There is so much potential for this to end badly. Naughty kids will be at an all time high and those less fortunate would stop believing in everything, not just Santa. You could potentially destroy all of magical culture as we know it. Perhaps, worst possible case scenario, the World."

Jack faltered for a minute; a brief, brief minute. "But that probably won't happen, you're always saying time is delicate and can be subject to a lot of change and whatever other old man mumbo-jumbo that comes out of your mouth. Wouldn’t belief soar, given that people would come here to the centre of it all?"

Father Time growled, for lack of a better word for the sound he made. He opened his mouth to begin, but Mother Nature gently touched his shoulder, pulling him back a bit and shaking her head. He quirked an eyebrow. She nodded.

Forgoing all formality, she turned to Santa, her face crestfallen. “Jack. What in the world makes you think this will pass? What makes you think we’d allow this?”

“It’s all about the pitch, Mother Nature! Imagine the profit! We could split it, you know. Forty for you guys, sixty for me. Imagine the franchising! We could branch out,” he poked at the twigs in her skirt. “Eh? Mother Nature’s Garden—we could host weddings there! Easter Bunny could have his own park, Cupid—why, we could be as big as Disney World! Better, even! Kids would come from all over to see us, to see me! The real, live, actual Santa Claus!”

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A THEME PARK>?!?!?! I mean. We knew it was coming! How will the Council take this? How will Jacqueline take this? CAN IT BE STOPPED?!?!?! Find out all this and MORE within Year 4, right HERE :)

AND the Frostmas Y5 Behind the Scenes RIGHT HERE :)

#dani speaks #and mind any typos! I still have to do a run through it for a third edit #but i've been at my inlaws all weekend so i've yet to have a chance to properly sit and relax and do that #anyway! enjoy! happy sunday! #the twelve years of frostmas #frostmas updates #frostmas on ao3 #y4 on ao3 #this saved twice in my drafts? hopefully i don't like. accidentally spam dashes or something lol