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Oh god, the evil frost creature is skipping!
She plopped herself in front of him, a cheery sunbeam of wretchedness. He had never meant to address her as Dark Snow in person -- such a title was reserved for the shadows behind her back. But he had called her by the name Dark Snow several times since its conception and as such she was quite aware of the less than benign moniker she had been given. Jas was also confident that Farrin didn't understand why it was that he called her by that name; her hair was as green as seaweed, after all, not as black as night. The truth of its origin happened this one time at band camp. . .

Some summers ago, Jas and others were sitting around a bonfire sharing stories about their respective instruments. Jas was a group supervisor at the camp, a title he was proud to hold. He had volunteered last minute for this gig, so he wasn't exactly sure what to do besides sit around and exchange stories. Most of the students in his group were also students in his classroom at school. He asked a student to speak, a student whose name and face he forgot afterward, but he referred to him as 'Bob' in every retelling of the event hence. Thus, 'Bob' said,
"I have a scary story to share."
The students had turned to listen. They played their instruments in a suspenseful melody.
"Oh? what is it Bob?" Jas said.
"My name isn't B - "
"- Oh, do get on with it." Another, grumpier, student had said.
"Right, well I've heard talk of this woman who stalks the halls of Withernsea. . ." He had begun.
"Like a ghost?" One had said.
"Like a hobo?" Another had cried.
"Like a nomad of a soon-to-be extinct ancient civilization?" A smart person had guessed. Everyone blinked at him.
"No," Bob had corrected, "Like a 'woman'."
"Whoa. . ." Everyone had said.
"What did this. . .'woman'. . .do?" Jas had said, his voice cracking with fright.
"Well, you see. . .first she yelled at a septet of midgets for singing carols in her class room," Bob said,
"Then she threw apples at students as she careened out of the parking lot."
"Is there more?" Someone said excitedly.
"Yes, there is. . .She had a rival," He said. "This rival was jealous of the woman's beauty. The rival tried to get her fired. . .but do you want to know what the woman did?"
"What?" Jas said. He could feel his throat tighten as he gulped.
"The woman turned her rival's lover against her. He was a man by the name of Hunter. . .the woman gave him some sob story and he ate it up. Then the woman watched as her rival was murdered by her lover."
"How devious!"
"How brilliant!"
"How unrealistic and mundane. . ." The smart person had decided. Everyone glared at him this time.
"That's not all," Bob had said, eyeing everyone expectantly.
"Lastly, this woman burnt down the whole forest. . .the same forest we're in right now!"
"But these arbors are clearly more than a century old. That means they've been around longer than you've been alive. . . also, I highly doubt that you can provide adequate reasons for why this woman would demolish a densely wooded area!"
The smart person had exclaimed. He left in a flurry of elitist frustration.
"It's completely true!" Jas had said. He had risen to his feet then, "But what is the name of this. . .this dark entity?"
"Farrin. . .Frost." Bob had said. Jaswinder shuddered. Her name exemplified her character -- Frost. She was like the falling snow, bitter and unyielding. But then her story reminded Jas very much of Snow White. The major difference was that Snow White hadn't been evil. It occurred to him then that Frost was the evil version of Snow White! Some sort of. . .some sort of. . .yes, some sort of Dark Snow! He fled to his tent and avoided Bob for the rest of band camp.

And that is why she was called Dark Snow.
"Hello, Jas," Dark Snow said, her voice dripping with apple venom, "Ready to clean. . . those tyre marks?"
He would swear later that she had laughed maniacally here. Then she looked at him with eyes of maleficent,
"They look absolutely horrid on my classroom's floor and desk."
Jas grabbed onto the wall to keep himself from fainting. In the interim, a teacher - Kelly? - passed them by. She whispered something to Dark Snow and continued walking. Was she an accomplice of Frost's?
He laughed nervously. He was taking this to ridiculous extremes.
What would Lala say if she walked by and saw me this spooked? He wondered to himself.
He decided to make light of the situation. With a hopeful smile, he said,
"Pfft, tyre marks? Tyre marks are like the new Egyptian hieroglyphic. . .they are like Sodom and Gomorrah before the pillars of salt and the awkward genocide."