Only a few minutes after his meeting with the crusaders and its rather… interesting ending, Frosty entered the Farmhouse again, where Granny Smith and Applejack were currently preparing dinner.

“Heya, Frosty! Are y’all playing tag or why was Applebloom speedin’ through like Wynona when she’s sniffed treats?” Applejack asked, apparently having adopted the name her younger sister had given him.

“Euh… no, uh, we just had a crusader meeting and Applebloom said that she needs to prepare something for their next attempt.” He lied. Luckily, since Applejack wasn’t looking at him, she didn’t notice the lie.

“Ah shucks, Ah hope they ain’t gettin’ covered in tree sap again. That stuff clings to yer fur like glue t’ paper.” She shuddered at the thought of having to wash all of that tree sap out of her sister’s fur again. “Anyways, supper ain’t ready yet, but ya can have a glass of juice, if ya want.” She offered, gesturing to a glass and a carafe of apple juice standing on the table.

“Thanks, I’ll gladly take some.” Frosty answered.

He went closer to the table and gently poured some magic into his horn, concentrating on the glass and the carafe, before gently—

Suddenly, the glass shot up towards the ceiling like a rocked and shattered upon impact.

“Whoa!” Applejack exclaimed, as she whirled around from the noise. She looked up and gawked at the glass shards now firmly stuck in the wooden boards.

“Woo-ee, Frosty, Ah’ve heard that colts your age like to experiment with their magic, but ah think that went a bit too far…” She said, slightly dumbstruck at the picture before her.

Frosty, who had no idea how that had happened, could only chuckle nervously. “Ehehe… yeah, sorry, Applejack. I’ll be more careful next time…”

“Ah sure hope so… anyways, supper’s ready. Can y’all go upstairs an’ tell Applebloom t’ come down?”

“Sure!”

A few minutes later, the Apple Family and Frosty sat together at the dinner table. Although, sitting there and actually eating were still two different sets of spoons. Out of the five ponies at the table, only three were actually eating. The other two, Frosty and Applebloom, were barely even touching their meals. Frosty, because he was trying to figure how to eat with his hooves, lest he send his spoon and fork into outer space and Applebloom, because she was too occupied hiding herself behind the table and peering over at Frosty.

Applejack took note of the strange behavior of her sister and decided to ask them directly. “Alright, you two, has something happened between y’all that Ah don’t know of yet?”

“What? Uh, no, not that I could think of something.” Frosty immediately answered, before taking note of Applebloom’s state and noticing, what Applejack might mean.

‘Oh bollocks, this is bad. What am I gonna tell her? ‘Oh, it’s nothing, I just touched her and now she loves me.’? Nope, that sounds like a very stupid Idea to me.’

“Y’all know that ain’t true, Frosty! Just look at her! She’s hiding from you!” Applejack pointed out.

“N-No, I’m not! I-I’m just… just tired, is all!” Applebloom protested, though Applejack didn’t buy it.

“Nope, y’all don’t need t’ lie to me. Ah can smell a lie from the other side Ponyville!” She boasted.

‘Yeah, sure…’ Frosty didn’t say.

“Uhm… well…”

‘Okay, think, James, think! How do I get out of this mess?’

“Uh… yeah, actually something did happen… At the meeting, I… kinda touched her muzzle… and she didn’t like that, apparently.”

Applejack gave frosty a questioning look, before looking over to her sister. “Is that true, Apple—“ Only to find that said sister had fled the scene, already at the top of the stairs by the time anypony noticed.

“Uh, well… I guess we should give her a little time to calm down for now.” Frosty offered.

Applejack gave him a scrutinizing look, but in the end just sighed and went back to her meal.

“Alright.” She said. “But tomorrow, y’all are apologizing t’her, ya hear?”

“Of course, I will.” Frosty promised, glad that he had evaded yet another critical moment.

Meanwhile, three fillies lay in their beds in three different houses. All of them were thinking about many different things, but in the end, all their thoughts settled on the same thing.

Ever since Frosty had touched them, they felt strange. There was this strange tingling in their bellies that they couldn’t quite figure out. It didn’t feel bad in any way either, quite the opposite actually.

All three were rubbing the spots they felt the tingling in, wondering what that might mean. They had all heard the tales of spontaneous love erupting between two ponies, but was this really love what they felt? They didn’t know. They had never been in love and up until now they hadn’t even cared much for colts anyways.

Now, however, they felt this strange feeling every time Frosty crossed their minds. It was as if there was a pull in their minds, something that cried to them to be close to him and to never leave his side. Was this really what love was supposed to be? They didn’t know and the more they tried to come up with something, the more frustrated they got.

In the end, all three just sighed and looked up at the ceilings in their individual rooms, all of them having the same question on their mind:

“What is happening to me?”

Author's Note

Yay, another (way too short) chapter! And bad news on top of that! No new chapter next week, 'cuz field exercise. yay. Army life is fun... most of the time.

Anyways, I hope you can hold out until the next chapter comes out. That one will (hopefully, if everything goes to plan) be an actual gem ^^