"Whenever they meet, it could only be described as a tornado. A flurry of words, emotion and temperature flung around, not caring about the destruction on the other.

He was loud, carefree, irresponsible, and downright freezing to the touch. He was the icy taint in the wind, the frost on your windows, the deadly roads, the heavy storms and the pristine white of untouched snow.

He was quiet, withdrawn and tougher than the nails of North's sleigh. He was the tiny bud beating the odds in the cool early spring, the first birdsong of the season, the bright colors coming awake in the grass and trees, the warm hand to wake up the Earth from its icy slumber.

He was wild and unrestrained; the embodiment of winter itself.

And he was spring; hope for the future and bringer of life.

They shouldn't mix, they didn't mix.

And yet, despite the laws of nature, despite the age old hatred of winter to spring and vice versa, here we are today. They've proven time and time again that despite their conflicting seasons, differences and pride they can weather any storm thrown their way. They are wonderful guardians, and close friends, and though I may not be the Leprechaun, I wish them good luck for the remainder of time itself." Tooth smiled, seeing the newlyweds snuggling together at the head table, the bride, for lack of a better term, with tears in his eyes.

"Congratulations on finding our other half, best friend and soul mate, E. Aster and Jack Bunnymund."