At midnight, I tried very hard not to think about her, under those blankets that keep her warm from my frosty being, in the next room.

But every time I resisted, I felt this weird connection pulling me closer, whispering in my ear, think of the way her purple eyebrows furrow, her hand motions, her annoyance at you. And I feel myself falling for a war against the broken pieces of whatever's inside of me (a soul, a heart?) and my logical sense (if I have any left). I have to come to terms now-I feel something other than gratitude for Twilight Sparkle.

All of my life, I've been alone, searching for something I was too afraid to understand. The Guardians helped me to recognize it but I still have trouble grasping it: love. Stupid, idiotic, obsessive and complicated love. I hate it. I love it. I don't know. So what about it? I have to move on with my life- I'm Jack Frost, and I have a record to keep on the Naughty List. The wind moves on forever, and so I must move on with it too.

The slip of moonlight kept flowing softly in the pane of the window above me. I wondered if it shone brighter in the next room. I quickly got on my feet, grabbed my staff and opened my temporary bedroom's door. I flew quietly through the hallway until I reached her door. I settled my ear on the door's plaster to hear the soft breathing of her overreacting dragon and her still being.

Awesome, she's asleep.

Ugh, now that Rainbow Dash has me saying her mainstream catchphrase! I liked having a little fun with her but she's starting to annoy me. The other girls are okay, I guess. Applejack's overprotectiveness reminds of that same quality found in Tooth. Fluttershy's muteness holds the same silence as Sandman. Rarity, on the other hand, is a little more complicated. I've observed mortals for a long time now, and every time I look at her, I see the same vain, frothy frappucino-drinking girls back in my Earth realms; the ones who always complain about my amusing coldness.

I open the door with tenderness, wanting to not wake Twilight and her dragon up. Her bedroom was grand and quaint, filled with wooden furniture and a large window overseeing a mystic moon. I had to be careful to not fall off the edge, as her room took up a semi-circular space, when I was walking. I tiptoed to beside the bed where she was sleeping and looked up at the eternal moon. What do you have to tell me now, Man in the Moon? I asked silently. To prompt an answer, I spread out my arms and close my eyes so that all of my body's covered in that magical moonlight.

"What in Equestria are you doing in my bedroom, Jack?!"

A fervent whisper that could only belong to Twilight woke me up from my daze.

I grabbed my staff to shield myself against her fury. Snicker, snicker, as if she has any fury. "The view's a lot better here than in my old room. I'm just watching the moonlight."

"Wa-watching the moonlight? Are you crazy? What do you believe about it?" Twilight's messy hair and angered face reminded me of the time I got North enraged after throwing multiple snowballs at him from behind his sleigh.

"Well, I like talking to the Man in the Moon." I responded promptly, setting my staff down.

"There's no such thi-oh, I suppose wherever you came from, that's what Nightmare Moon is, well we now call her Princess Luna." She let her shoulders relax more, while still staring pointedly at me. "Try not to cause any noise next time you want to come and watch the moon- my dragon may be able to sleep during your thumping but I can't."

Even in the moonlight, I could see her blushing. This in turn, made me uncomfortable for some reason I can't explain.

"What's Nightmare Moon?" I asked suspiciously, recalling the way Pitch had manipulated the Earth children's dreams.

Twilight piped up. "She's such a lovely being. You should meet her sometime-I think she's in allegiance with the Man in the Moon."

"Now I definitely have to meet her!" I shouted, glee warming the tips of my toes. Out of the corner o my eye, I saw Twilight's dragon mumbling and turning in his confinement.

"Shh! Spike has a tolerance to your 'fun' noise, you know." Twilight slipped off her bed covers and started heading for the door, prompting me with her delicate hand to follow her.

I was led to a balcony that overlooked the surface of Ponyville. Once outside, I felt free and in my comfort zone. I shouted a loud "woo-hoo!" as I flew across the tops of Twilight's treehouse, causing snowflakes to trail behind me. I landed back on the balcony with Twilight just in time to see her annoyed face covered in snowflakes.

"Ha ha ha! I'm not really sorry for that- it suits your cold nature." I laughed out as I controlled a smirk trying to take over my face.

"Right. Ha. Ha. Very funny. Well, Princess Luna is very serious, so I suggest you keep all that humor cooped up inside of you." She proceeded to shake off all the snow in her hair that I had created, and to make a ponytail, which gave her a more serious look.

"Wait-Princess Luna? As in your world's Man in the Moon? I'm going to meet her?" The questions shot out of me with such speed, that I could not keep count of what I had just said. Was I finally going to meet the same being that had given me life over three hundred years ago? So much has changed since that night. I don't want to meet Princess Luna. What if she's disappointed in me? I haven't accomplished much as a Guardian- I've only taken care of Pitch for who knows how long!

I quickly stepped back into the door that led to the balcony, whispering, "No. I can't."

"Too late- she's already singing." A quiet smile spread on Twilight's lips. Her eyes blazed like a burning moonlight as she crept to the edge of the balcony, listening with full attention to something I couldn't hear.

"I can't hear anything-"

"Shh, just listen…"

So I listened.

And I fell down.

Down.

Down.

Princess Luna's song crept to the inner corners inside me, making me believe that yes, I did have a soul and that I was capable of loving. That I was capable of being loved.

My night goes on,

While my lover sleeps

Deep in the comfort of

His blankets made of day

My night goes on,

Time to wave hello

To my sleeping lover

Dreaming of dew and light

My night goes on,

Never for me to hold

And caress his palms

So I wait

Till he meets

his end

And joins forever

my eternal side

My night goes on.

Princess Luna's gentle and flexible voice echoed throughout the empty space that hung over Ponyville's night and ended on a long tone before becoming silent again.

I looked at Twilight and she turned to gaze at me, with her flitting violent eyes. That perfect stillness was the best moment we've ever had and I decided to touch her shoulder gently, as if to say, yes, I'm here and I'm never going to leave you.