Life, Love, & Magic

Frost shot straight up in his bed.

He felt cold, and his face was coated in sweat, as if he'd had a nightmare. But that couldn't be further from the truth. What he'd been told the night before was worse that a nightmare.

He still didn't know how to react to the fact that he was basically a god. If he really was a god. How could he know that Scratch hadn't lied to him? That he wasn't just manipulating him into doing his dirty work?

"Oh now's not the time to worry about me. I've told you the truth. You'll find out the rest as you go along. Now, I do believe that you have some business to attend to today. You'll know what I mean. It's all a part of the plan."

Frost definitely still had serious questions concerning those plans, but he had to admit that, just this once, Scratch couldn't have been more right. It was not the time for an interrogation, especially considering the mouthwatering smell coming from downstairs.

He trotted down the stairs, following the scent. It led to a small alcove in the back of the library, one he assumed was used as a kitchen. When he entered, he was met with a curious sight - Spike, bent over an oven and taking out a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls.

"Spike?" Frost was met with a sudden slight leap from the baby dragon. "Oh, hey Frost!"

As Spike turned around, Frost was able to get a closer look at what he was wearing - a pink apron with a daffodil design sewn in. Frost promptly covered his mouth to avoid bursting out into laughter. "Sp-Spike...why are you wearing a... that?" Frost managed to say past his stifled laughs.

Spike looked a bit confused, if not insulted. "Hey! There's nothing wrong with this! I happen to like it." Frost tried to sound serious, though the massive grin still on his face probably gave it away. "Spike, listen. There are some things that guys like us really shouldn't like.... like this."

Spike was not amused. "Yeah yeah, save it. I've heard it all before. It's not like I don't get enough of it from Rainbow Dash."

"Well if this is such an issue for you, why not just get a different apron?"

"Because I feel like I shouldn't have to change just to please others."

This unexpected answer caused the grin to fade from Frost's face. Spike's response gave him pause for thought. The silence was broken by a loud *DING!* from the timer on the oven.

A look of surprise crossed Spike's face for a brief moment. "My scones!" He rushed back to the oven, giving Frost the opportunity to take a seat at the small table in the middle of the alcove and reflect.

Shouldn't have to change to please others.

These words rang through Frost's head. Back when he was one of the most famous ponies in Canterlot, he had tried so hard to be accepted into their society. He knew he couldn't fail - Scratch had made sure of that - but that didn't mean that they couldn't have rejected him, leaving him with absolutely nopony, save for his sister.

His sister....

A strange sting traveled through his head for a moment. 'What was that?'

Frost didn't dwell on it for long. Another thought suddenly sprang to mind.

"Oh, Spike, do you know where Twilight is? I didn't see her when I came down."

"I think she said something about visiting Fluttershy. Don't know why though. She asked if I wanted to come, but I really didn't feeling like having to deal with Fluttershy's demon bunny today. That little guy is E-V-I-L, if you ask me."

The feeling was mutual.

Frost decided to go find Twilight, getting directions to Fluttershy's hut from Spike on the way.

After Frost left, Spike decided to start cleaning up. "Pfft, well who cares what he thinks? I can like whatever I want. I don't have to please anyone."

........

It took Frost about half an hour to make it to Fluttershy's. It would have been sooner, but he - literally - ran into a mailmare on the way there. She had dropped her mailbag in the collision, and he had decided to stop and help her for a moment.

After helping her clean up her mail, he was rewarded with a peck on the cheek. Frost blushed a little at the memory. She was cute, but she wasn't like Twilight. Twilight was different.

As he came to the hut, Frost was stopped outside by none other than Angel, the demon rabbit.

Frost was irritated by the rabbit's apperance as much as Angel was irritated by him, but he tried his best to keep a straight face.

He failed miserably.

"Ok, look," He started. "I don't like you and you don't like me - we've established that already. But that doesn't mean that we can't get along a little, right? Sort of... I don't know, look the other way when the other guy happens to be nearby? So? What do you say?"

Angel responded by throwing a half-eaten carrot at Frost, hitting him in the side of the head.

"Ow!" Frost fell over, his hoof holding the part of his head where the carrot had impacted. Vegetables are much tougher than they are given credit for, apparently.

"Why would you do that?! I'm trying to be nice!" Angel hopped up to Frost's nether region. Before he could react, Angel's foot had connected with the most delicate area of his body.

"AHHHGGGGHHH!!!" Frost was curled up in pain. He decided that he had had enough of this little guy. He focused through the pain and lifted the evil little creature up and over his head. While Angel struggled to break free of the levitation field, shooting a furious frown at Frost while he swung, Frost moved him over the small creek near Fluttershy's hut and dropped him. Angel hit the water with an audible splash, and Frost managed to get up and walk towards the hut, not terribly concerned seeing as how the water only looked to be about 7 to 8 inches deep.

Frost walked up to the door. However, just as he was about to knock, he heard a few strange gasps coming from within. Unable to stifle his curiosity, he placed his ear to the door to try and make out what was being said.

"ahh..... twilight....." Frost could barely make out the whisper of Fluttershy's voice. "um, twilight, that's..... not very good. here, try it like this."

"Oooh, that's good!"

"see, if you do it just right..."

"Oooooh, I REALLY like that one!"

Frost was a bit confused as to what he was hearing. Part of him was inexplicably happy to know that Twilight was here, part of him was curious as to what she and Fluttershy were doing, part of him was afraid to know what she and Fluttershy were doing, and part of him was..... slightly aroused by what he thought she and Fluttershy might be doing.

Frost knocked on the door, waiting patiently until someone came to answer it. It was Twilight, and he swore that he had never been more refreshed by the smell of lavender than now, at this very moment.

"Hey Twilight. Hi Fluttershy." Frost waved his hoof at Fluttershy, who blushed and covered her face with one of her wings a bit as she waved back, hooves covered in clay. He wondered how in Equestria she could possibly be so cute.

As Frost walked in, he noticed two pottery tables, each of which had a small hoofmade bowl sitting atop it. One looked like it was sculpted by a professional, and the other, was..... something, to say the least.

While he studied Fluttershy's abode, Frost saw her eyes as they looked directly out the door. He followed her gaze to see an angry, soaking wet bunny standing in the doorway.

"Oh my goodness! Angel bunny, are you ok? You look awful."

Frost could only barely stifle his laughter as the bunny glared daggers at him.