[SCT] Doesn't Have to be a Snowman

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank carefully sneaked up on the cabin, leaning carefully forward. She'd already done some spying ahead of time to make sure that she both got the right cabin and that the occupant she wanted to meet actually happened to be on the inside. And now she chirped out:

"Franck!" before wrapping her knuckles on the door.

"Do you wanan build a snowman?
Come on let's go and play!
I never see you any more
Come out the door." With Frank practically rolling about the door. And yes, she continued even as Franck undoubtably opened the door:

"It's like you've gone awaaaay... Well, not really, but it kinda feels like it, aaaaaand
we used to be best buddies,
and now we're not... Well, we kinda still are," Frank shrugged before continuing:

"I wish you would tell me why
Do you wanna build a snowman?
It doesn't have to be a snowman!" and of course Frank rolled to press her mouth against the door for the last part, because that was what you did when you did this sort of thing. Obviously.

And some times, you just had to feel sorry for François Laffont, really.

[François Laffont]

This trip was very pleasant in every sense of the term for Franck. Not only he managed to forget about any worries he might have but the others felt the same too, making it very easy on him as he didn’t have to walk around and risk ending up on an angered person. Well, he did get some frustrated ones, when they fell off too many times on their skis or got their ass kicked during a snow fight but it was never staying for very long. In the end, Franck almost wondered why it took him so long before he decided to come here.

Through the door, it wasn’t necessarily easy to tell who called him out but the voice had been loud enough for him to recognize his name and come over. When said person broke into song, it made the guessing as to who it may be quite easy for Franck. He chuckled on his side of the door, hand on the knob. This was very much like Frank Cox, alright. He opened up to watch her keep singing and moving around the door.

He was not ‘out the door’ per se. He was at the door, as he lied against the doorframe, wrapping his arms up his chest, an amused smile on his face, watching her do her little show. No, he had no intention of stopping her. Why should he? She was able to tell him to shut up so she could finish, or walk around with him while still singing. He laughed as she added her own words to the son. Frank was not exactly the best of singer, which perhaps explained why he wanted her to be done with it now instead of hearing it on and on.

He had to move as she tried to reach for the door, not wanting to be in the way and get a Frank where he doesn’t want that gender of Frank to go. “I assume you want to make a snowman. Or you’re reinventing the Christmas carols you sing on doors of people,” he said once she was done. He hoped she was done. He wasn’t ready for another verse.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Now that her song had finished (and Frank had turned partway around to sing into an actual door), Frank turned and bounded up. Her scarf kept going after she did, the Hufflepuff colors flying in the wind. she appeared to have killed a Muppet in combat or something, as she now wore one on her head in some semblance of a hat. A pair of brilliant gloves in MLP colors covered her hands, one of which she raised up to wave.

"Hiya! and yes," she nodded and clapped her hands together, "we totally gotta make some snowman and all. I know you were all like 'Frank,'" she put on a decent French accent and a not entirely horrible imitation of Franck's voice, "'you know I don't want to get involved with all that violence at the Snow Wars thing. Can't we do something else?' so I was like, well, okay, I guess we can totes do something, soooo," Frank clapped her hands together and jumped up and down. "Snowman! Actually," she tapped her fingers to her chin and turned on the spot, "I was thinking maybe of setting up a couple of them as decoys in the snow area, but I figure we should do, like, a real snowman together as biffles and all and we should totes do it in the ski area but not like, in the ski area."

She paused, looking Franck over. "Are you dressed and ready? 'cuz there's, like, two more verses I could totes go through if you need to go get ready and all."

[François Laffont]

He might have known she had notions of French already, he was still relatively impressed by the way she imitated him. It was one thing to speak French, it was a whole other to do it with a believable French accent. He laughed at the conversation she had with him all by herself. “Well, you’re right about that though I did consider maybe trying. Maybe not the Snow War, some guys seem to be too much into it, but something similar...” As long as it remained a game and no one took it too seriously, he thought it might be fun. It would, at the very least, bring back some memories. Still, she came to a good conclusion, for once. And she was not dressed too oddly. She might appear weird for someone who didn’t know her but as a Frank expert, he could tell she was just being herself.

“Are they still building forts or actually firing out there? Because if they are, it might be hard to make a family of snowmen. It’s not easy when you have to dodge flying snowballs every three seconds,” he pointed out. He wasn’t against finding just any spot with lots of snow to make some. In fact, he was more likely to build one near the cabin but Frank was not as predictable. He chuckled at the thought of doing one in the ski area. “Yeah, we’re not trying to make it an obstacle race. I think some of us have enough trouble skiing on a straight line,” he agreed, still laughing a little about it.

If Frank was all set to go out and survive in the snow for days, considering she could eat anything it might actually be possible, her friend was not really all set to go out. He had a sweater on, sure, and his boots, but he would need a lot more than that if he wanted to go out and make snowmen with her. “Well, no, I was not expecting going out just yet but give me a moment and I will,” he told her, moving away from the door so she could get in while waiting as he got dressed. He turned back to point a finger at her. “There’s no need to keep singing though. I can’t believe you memorized the whole song. How many times have you watched the movie?”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Of course I'm right, we are bffles," Frank replied, giggling. She held her hands out, circling her head slightly. "That means we're totally connected in the membrane. Plus you should be like, forty percent made of my emotions by now. Yeah," Frank nodded, "I'm pretty sure that's how that works."

Frank didn't even pause or look away s Franck asked his question. "Pfft, the war thing is only for one day. One totally awesome day," Frank sighed, dreamily looking off into the distance for a few seconds. "I've been looking forward to that totally awesome day for weeks now," as Franck himself probably knew, given that Frank wasn't exactly shy about sharing her excitement for things, particularly for friends (and that went double for those lucky few who had been selected as "bffles).

"So, yeah, just put a few up there for now and stuff, and we'll totally do just, like, a totes normal snowman just chilling at the bottom of the hill and all..." she paused, letting Franck talk, and then nodded. "Sure, sure, go get ready. I'll totes be ready when you are. And, like, everyone knows that song," she rolled her eyes. Then she began humming it, adding a few dance steps. It soon turned into a pop song, from the sounds of it, and she looked very likely to start breaking into a pop version of "Let it Go" any time now.

[François Laffont]

Normally, Franck would agree that, as best friends, it would make sense she knew him enough to guess something that obvious. But it was Frank Cox he had before his eyes. Even though Franck seemed to have some sort of control or at least know how to calm her when she went over the top, saying that he understood her, or expected her to understand who he was, might be exaggerated. But it was because she was so unexpected that Franck loved her. He never knew what might happen next. Well, that and the fact she was always so positive. If he had to deal with a lot of emotions coming from others, he preferred it to be positive.

He laughed as she seemed to remember his power and acknowledge she affected him. “If it’s your good energy, I have no problem with being forty percent you,” he let out. She always put him in a good mood, whatever the occasion. Then again, the side-effects of his power made it so even the craziest of her ideas might sound good to him, depending how long he had been with her before she spoke it. Luckily for him, she had yet seemed to notice it or take advantage of it.

Another laugh escaped him when she dreamed of the snow war. “It doesn’t mean you can’t have another one with friends,” he pointed out. He didn't really see why the staff who accompanied them would mind them playing snow fights between them even though it was not the snow war. They just couldn’t hit anyone they wanted. “You’ll have to tell me how it went after,” he said as he had no desire to participate in the snow war, as Frank guessed.

Franck didn't mind spending the day making snowmen. They weren’t staying here for only a day or two, if he wanted to ski again or try anything else they had to offer, he could do so later. “I don’t. Not by heart,” he said, referring to the song. He heard it, not only because Frank was singing it but probably because she made him watch the movie a few times. “You’re in an awfully good mood today,” he let out, watching her dance and hum some song as he prepared himself to go out. “Why can’t I believe it’s only because of me?”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Truuuuue," Frank admitted, "but it won't be as much fun just having a random battle with friends when we just went through a snow war. It's kinda like going through training missions and junk when you invaded some other country or something. Definitely not as much fun," Frank supposed she could have come up with a better analogy than that but, well, her mind was kinda stuck on war right now, mostly because Franck had mentioned it and brought it to the forefront of her thinking parts.

She did nod, adding a yep, agreeing to telling Franck all about it, before she skipped forward to making snowman and all. "Well, you totes should," she said, "'cuz those songs are the awesomest things ever. I'll lend you the album sometime, and you can get your groove thing on. Do a little dance," she added a little dance of her own before giggling.


Frank then rolled her eyes. "Uh, I so like spending time with all my friends, and especially my biffles, buuuuut it's kinda 'cuz we're here having fun in the snow!" Frank then turned and flopped onto the ground, sending snow flying up. Still giggling, she worked it. "Isn't it just wonderful and awesome and special?" she curled up and let out a sigh, then looked up at Franck, "Plus, this is totally, like, us being normal and stuff and not worrying about doing something weird or people who wanna kill us or stop thinking, snowman time!" and Frank began rolling about, as if she was determined to make herself into their first creation.

[François Laffont]

Despite what he said, Franck hoped he was turning like his friend. He believed he saw life on the bright side enough as it was, there was no point in him wanting to add glitter to it. The world didn’t need two Frank Cox. Franck never mind having her positive emotions rubbing off on him however. He was not against spending time with her just because he felt down and wanted to put a smile on his face again. He thought it was terrible but at the same time, he doubted she would notice or really care. After all, they normally ended up doing what she wanted to do, even when he was the one seeking her out.

“You could do it before, as practice,” he suggested. Then again, he didn’t really care what she chose to do with this snowball war thing. It was a little too intense for Franck. He was not against a little game for fun amongst friends but everyone against everyone, with powers getting in the way, it was too much for him.

“You know I heard the French version of Let It Go the other day?” he said, keeping the conversation going as he dressed up. “It was sort of weird though. I think I’m starting to getting so used to English that I find it weird to hear a translation now.” Not that Franck feared he might be losing his French. He read, watched and listened to too many French stuff for him to ever lose it. But it did cause him a little shock to realise he now preferred to watch a movie in English because the French version sounded weird to him.

He laughed. Sometimes, most of the time he should more say, Frank sounded like a little kid and he could only laugh and go along with her childish views and games. It made him feel old sometimes to think of it that way as it meant he was more of a parental figure here, but he still liked the things he was living while following her around. He might not be a good leader but he was an awesome follower. He laughed some more as she rolled into the snow. “That’s not exactly how you make angels in the snow,” he pointed out teasingly. Now that he was done laughing, he took a deep breath. “You’re right. I can feel it around, people are more relaxed.” And if one could feel it, it was Franck. He clapped his gloved hands together. “So, where are we doing our first snowman?”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Yeah, but who practices for war?" Frank asked aloud, shaking her head at the very suggestion. Sometimes Franck could just be silly, honestly. Soon enough came the French talking and plopping and Frank was shooting right back up, looking at Franck with wide eyes. "Do I, like, need to talk to you in French some more? 'cuz you know I'm totes fluid in it and all. ce ne est pas si difficile que ça, ce ne est pas si difficile que ça*"

As usual, Frank's French came out in that near perfect accent she'd learned it in. She beamed at Franck for a bit longer, before bounding up off her sort of angel and dusting more snow. She looked around for a few more seconds, obviously trying to decide where was a good place to start.

"Wellll, où pensez-vous serait bon ?**" she turned to Franck. "Nous avons obtenu de choisir un bon endroit après tout!***"

And Frank folded her arms and nodded, since obviously that was the truest of true things that could possibly be said about making a snowman. As she did, a few carrots fell out from her sleeves. She poked them back in, grinning at Franck all the while. And no, it was best not to think about where they were actually coming from.


*it's not that hard, promise
**where do you think would be good?
***we gotta pick a good spot after all!

[François Laffont]

Franck shrugged at her question. “Soldiers,” he pointed out. Of course, their war had nothing to do with this one. He smiled though as something popped into his head. “You’d look nice with a military hat painted in white and a camouflage coat,” he told her. And if someone could get those while doing the snow wars, it probably was Frank.

He chuckled as she started to talk to him in French. He knew she could speak it as she proved it before. “I’m good, thanks. But you’ve got a nice pronunciation. Keep like that and they might think you’re French too,” he told her. He had everything he needed to prevent losing his French. French websites, books, movies, music... it was pretty easy to get them. If shipping them from France could be troublesome, there was still Canada. Although the accent they had there could be hard to understand sometimes. Worst, they had even weirder expressions than they did in English. But he could generally manage.

Franck seemed determined to speak only French right now. “Right hum...” he began as he looked around. “Le premier on s’applique ou c’est un essai?*” he asked her, deciding that if she spoke French, he could too. It felt so good to be able to speak French again. He did at home with his father, of course, but it was not exactly the same thing. “Parce que si on en fait un près du chalet, il faut qu’il soit parfait,**” he added, pointing out at the lodge and a spot where they could make some pretty nice snowmen.

OoC: think google translate didn’t like you too much for the third one but it’s pretty close
*The first one, we do it right or it's just a test?
** Because if we make one near the lodge, it has to be perfect

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank's head bobbed in agreement with Franck's assertions. She was honestly still considering the whole camo thing: "I'd do camo and all, but, like, I'm not sure that I could find any that was warm enough... oops!" Frank giggled as she realized that she'd slid out of French for a few moments there.

"<I totally convinced people that I was from France when I first got here>" Frank said in French (without the benefit of Google translate, which apparently makes Fate sound even more like an idiot). "<it was a lot of fun, and it's always good to practice.>" Though Frank did seem to have something of a knack for languages, probably a side effect of never talking and desperately wanting to talk to just about everyone in existence.

"<First one has to be good!>" Frank insisted, waving her hands. She turned to look to the lodge, nodding. "<Oh, that's definitely a good plan. Let's go!>" And Frank waved for Franck to follow, heading off toward the lodge at a decent clip, kicking snow up as she went.

[François Laffont]

Bouncing from French to English was actually harder for François than it was for Frank. His brain needed some time to switch from one language to the other. It was why he blinked when she said oops. He then suddenly realised she spoke in English and the translation was quickly done in his mind. Alright, yes, camo not being warm enough. “I suppose a white coat will do. You can paint your face, like in the movies,” he replied to her, a teasing smile on his face. He was really spending too much time with Frank if he was excited at the idea of painting her face in camouflage.

“<Funny, I did that too,>” he said, also in French. That was a bad joke since he was from France. Of course, with the terribly thick French accent he had back then, it would have been hard to pretend otherwise. He watched some Poirot and heard the accent David Suchet had as the famous Belgian detective. As silly as he found that accent, he was pretty sure his had been worst at first. Luckily, and unlike that famous Belgian detective, he learned to tone it down. Speaking nearly only English and hearing how to properly pronounce every word can do that to a person.

He nodded, agreeing with Frank. “<I don’t intend to lose my French,>” he assured her, again, in French (but not translating because it would be tedious and hard to follow after a while). It was important to him, as it was a part of him, but he couldn’t, and didn’t, expect Frank to do the same. He was even waiting for her to switch back to English any minute now.

He followed her with the same energy she had. “<We’ll have to find something else for noses than carrots, if we make any, or you’ll eat them,>” he teased her. He pointed a spot. “<It would be perfect here. And everyone will be able to see it if they come through here,>” he said. Now that they had a spot, it was time to gather some snow and make the most awesome snowman they ever made! Yeah, he really spent too much time with Frank.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank pursed her lips and tilted her head for a few moments, considering the idea off wearing white. "<I'm not sure I even own anything white...>" she admitted after a while. She paused to tilt her head both directions, but then got distracted, mostly by Franck's joke, which of course had her in giggles for a while. The giggles subsided as Franck continued, though Frank still let out a few every now and then, adding a "<pretended to be French>" under her breath (still in French, weirdly enough).

No losing French, nope, that definitely wouldn't happen. Frank probably would have said as much, but instead. "<Ta da!>" she cried before pulling a small batch of carrots out from her coat (best not to think about where she was carrying them). One did appear to be broken, but for the most part, they looked fairly good. Only one had any nibbles, and it looked more like someone had just started to bite down and then remembered that would go against a plan and just stopped.

"<I can has carrots!>" Frank said (which hopefully still works alright in French. "<and this is the best spot. Now... snow!!>" Frank clapped her hands and began running around in a circle. It looked nearly like random, except her hands were moving in such a way that she was steadily building a ball as she went. It grew with each revolution, though Frank was already giggling and weaving slightly, the motion clearly getting to her.

[François Laffont]

Normally, Franck would say that everyone should own something white, just like they all should have something black to wear. But this was Frank here and so thinking she had nothing white was not so strange. She probably owned one once, a while back, but it got stained by food or she added glitter or paint or anything of the like. This very much sounded like Frank. “<I brought a white sweater, but it will be a little cold to wear only that outside,>” he told her as he thought of the white things he brought with him. Yeah, no white coat. Anyway, even if he had one, he was not likely to lend it to Frank. He loved her, but he sort of feared in what state he would find his coat afterwards, and what he would discover in his pockets.

Franck blinked as he was sown carrots. Wow, who would have thought. Frank was able to keep food in her pockets and not simply eat it after all. It must have been pretty tempting thought. He could swear he noticed bite marks. “<So we can make our very own... what’s his name? Olaf?>” he said. It was good, although he preferred to wait until the end to say Frank did not eat all the carrots.

He laughed as he watched Frank go. He could leave her alone, she would keep going until all the snow around the cabin was into her gigantic snowball. “<Hey, wait for me!>” he exclaimed as he joined her to make that snowman.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"<I tried just wearing a sweater once: it didn't work out well. Too cold even to be cute, and you know that's not good,>" Frank nodded knowingly before leaning into the task at hand. She was giggling at the thought of making their own little Olaf, "<That would be cool, but we, like, don't have magical snow powers to bring him to life or anything. I wonder if there's anyone around who does...>"

You'd think that Frank would have encountered someone like that by now if they actually existed. Or maybe she did and she forgot about it. It was hard to say. Especially as she was already forgetting it as she ran around with Frank and gathered all the snow together to make a rather large ball. About the time it got up to Frank's waist, she stopped and considered it.

"You think that's big enough?" she asked, forgetting the French for a moment (all thoughts of magic snowman and actually making snow-people having driven the momentary drive to help Franck stay French from her mind). "Or should we have made it smaller? Or bigger?" she leaned on it, considering. "Size is very important," she paused, then giggled again. "Well... more for snowman, but you know what I mean," she reached over and gave Franck a light push, giggling again as she did.