Chapitre 28: Second Encounter [Pt 1]

'What is wrong with me?' He thought to himself.

He decided against talking to anyone about it, he was a soldier and was meant to be strong. If he showed weakness now at the most crucial moment in Santa Claus' plan, then he might be laid off.

He might not have sided with the weaver but the dream about him being forgotten kept haunting his waking moment.

He was not going to show weakness and whatever was wrong with him had to be the after effect of the weaver infiltrating his dreams.

'I am frosty, snowman and leader of Santa's army; I am strong and loyal to my master' he reassured himself and… then laughed suddenly or at least the weaver creeping around in his head laughed.

The night came and Frosty slept like a baby, he did not dream but in the middle of the night he could be seen creeping silently to where Santa Claus slept; watching him.

"Do you need something, Frosty?" Santa Claus asked with his eyes still closed.

He had noticed Frosty presence.