Okay, so this picks up after where my Christmas one shot in What If picks leaves off. It is a continuation of the three, so I'm probably not going to continue this story there. Maybe the occasional one shot from this over there. This is my first full length Hart of Dixie chapter fanfic with a story that I made up! (Woo!) I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I own Roxana, Christiana, and the idea that made turned into this story. And the keyboard that I'm typing on.
I don't (sadly) own Hart of Dixie (because you all know Zoe would have been with Wade after she first played Dixie with her butt. He would have taken her on a date and then they'd go an be the perfect couple because they are too cute together, if I owned Hart of Dixie, which I don't.)

It was three days after Christmas when temperatures drop below freezing in Bluebell. Never before had such a thing happened, not in many yards. It was too late for a white Christmas, but when the Bluebellians woke up on December 28th, the ground was blanketed with snow and ice from the blizzard that happened through the night.

Wade groaned as he opened his front door. Snow was all the way up to his porch. He didn't have snow tires. How was he possibly supposed to get to the Rammer Jammer? The snow was low enough that he could run to Zoe's house. He opened her door quietly, knowing Zoe was still sleeping.

He pulled down a couple of extra blankets from the closet. He was careful to cover Zoe without waking up his girlfriend of almost a month. She curled into the blankets, murmuring in her sleep. She was just adorable. Wade leaned over, pressing his lips to her forehead as he tucked her in. He never realized just how small Zoe was. He wrote a note to Zoe, telling him that he'd been in he'd be at the Rammer Jammer, but he'd make them dinner tonight.

He ran back over to his house, pulling out the heavier coat he had bought in New York with Zoe. She insisted he would need it and she would thank her for it later. Wade chuckled, knowin' his Doc had been right. Fortunately for him and his Chevelle, Lavon came driving up in his SUV, snow chains on his tires. He pulled on the coat and ran through the snow to meet him.

"Zoe said yesterday it's her day off today," Lavon explained, "And she said if she got a call, she could walk." Wade looked up at Lavon.

"Where did all this snow come from?" The mayor shrugged.

"It's supposed to snow until after New Years."

"Bet Doc's gonna enjoy it." Both men chuckled and Wade reached over, turning up the heater in the SUV. He agreed with his thoughts from his time in New York, it was much too cold.

"So you and Zoe are together, huh?" Wade stared at him like he was crazy. "Lavon Hayes knows things."

"What gave you that idea?"

"The way you two have been actin' 'round each other. You gave her your mama's pearls for Christmas."

"Okay, yes!" Wade yelled, slapping the dashboard, "Zoe and I have been somewhat dating since we got back from New York!"

Lavon chuckled at Wade's hissy fit just then. Lavon pressed the brakes, slowing through an especially thick path of snow. Wade stared out from the side window. The snow was just piling up and piling up.

As he stepped inside the Rammer Jammer as Lavon dropped him off, he was surprised to see the number of people inside. It seemed like most of the town had pulled on every coat they owned and came to the Rammer Jammer today. George Tucker and the Breelands sat in the corner, bundled up. Dash de Witt had multiple coats on. The heat was blasting in there, making it normal temperature for a Bluebell winter- seventy degrees Fahrenheit. The moment he was inside the door, Rose was on his heels.

"Where's Zoe? Has she seen the snow? What does she think?" the mini version of Zoe asked.

"Well, she's not working today is all I know. I haven't seen her yet today." Rose nodded excitedly.

"I'll ask my mama to drive me out there."

Zoe turned over, pulling the blanket up. She was back in New York. She had to be; Bluebell never got this cold. It was all a dream, yes, just an awful dream.

Slowly, she turned in her bed and blinked open her eyes. She was in her bed in Bluebell, yes, but there was white in the window. She had more blankets than when she went to bed last night, a good thing too. She had only been wearing summer pajamas. Then again, last night it had been eighty degrees, not twenty.

Rolling out of bed and searching for her slippers, she rushed over to the closet, pulling down her bathrobe. As Zoe approached the window, she spotted the note on the dresser and rolled her eyes. It figured Wade had been in here this morning. Who else would have covered her?

Zoe used her sleeve to wipe some of the frost away from the glass pane.

"Well Zoe, we are not in Bluebell anymore," she muttered to herself, starring at the snow that covered the land in a thick blanket of white. The lake looked frosted over, a solid layer of ice. A grin slowly grew across her face as she rushed into her bathroom and got ready. Today was going to be a beautiful day.

When she stepped onto the ice, testing it, she shook a little. Sure she went ice skating every year with her friends in New York, but she had been serious ice skating in years. She had only even brought her skates to Bluebell because she didn't want Roxana, her friend who shared a foot size, stealing her more expensive skates to use. Never in a million years had she thought that there would be snow.

At first she was slow, steady. She hadn't done any serious ice skating in over ten years. The last time she had done any sort of figure skating had been just before she had her accident. Zoe breathed in deeply. First things first, she needed to warm up.

When she was born, her name was Zonne Reinhardt. She was named for her maternal grandmother. Her parents were Willem 'Pim' Reinhardt and Lijsbeth Reinhardt- de Jong. They were Dutch immigrants who moved to America shortly before Zoe was born. Professionally in America, her father took on the anglicized version of his name, William Hart, which used a shortened version of Reinhardt. Her mother had completely changed her name to Candice Hart.

When she was six, she had her friends used to save up their money to go to the ice skating rink in Rockefeller Center with Roxana's big sister, Christiana. The next year, they did the same, only that year, Zoe had saved up twice as much money and would sneak out after school. She loved figure skating so much back then, even more than the idea of becoming a heart surgeon. To the seven year old Zoe, it had been two of the things she loved to do most: ballet and ice skating. Besides being a doctor, of course.

When she was eight, she fell and broke her arm skating. She had snuck out when her parents were arguing over something, she was pretty sure it had been about her. The ice skating rink had been her safe haven for the few months they had it each year. She wouldn't have broken her arm had a man not bumped against her and made her lose her balance, then a boy fell on top of her arm.

It was her lucky day that day, in some ways. There had been a woman watching her, a woman who had coached two Olympic figure skating contestants and she saw young Zoe had the promise to go onto the Olympics as well. Miss Dana, Zoe had grown to call her coach, was strict, but fair. She made Zoe work harder than she ever had to before. For nearly ten years they trained together until both made their goal.

The 1998 Winter Olympics were held in Japan. She had done phenomenally there, placing 4th, an amazing feat especially when you remember that most of the others in her category were older than her. But then she had her accident where she fell and broke her leg skating. She hadn't figure skated since. Somehow, here in the silence and solitary, she found her strength again.

She skated along the ice, doing a quick axel. It felt so good to do one of the two things she loved that she down another one and another, then let herself glide. A grin crept onto her face.

As previously stated in my author note in What If: I'm not a mind reader, so in order to know if you guys like this or not, please read and review. :) It makes my day to see all of your comments.