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Also, I highly recommend you watch RWBY if you'd like. It may help visualize some of the scenes.

Title: Girl meets Boy

(Music: Ayano's Theory of Happiness -Off Vocal-)

It was loud.

More than loud. It was more irritating than anything. A girl thought as she looked around a room. There were kids sitting around a simple yet colorful room, filled with small childish posters and small tables and chairs.

She was nervous.

Very nervous. It was so nervous that she shrank away behind a man. The girl wished she wasn't like this, but she just couldn't help it. She was hiding away from everyone she saw. She wants to make friends, but was scared that they might not like her. Within good reason too.

She was different.

More than different. She was just ugly. In fact, nobody's even taking a look at her. The girl frowned and looked down solemnly. This was always a problem of hers. Just because she looks different.

Her clothes are alright. An open pink string hoodie. A white vanilla shirt. A brown skirt. Socks and shoes of the same colors. Even a pretty, frilly parasol and a backpack with the same colors.

But what's wrong with having weird hair?

Because it's white, brown, AND pink.

But what's wrong with my eyes?

Because they CHANGE color!

But that's okay, right?

No. It's weird.

You're weird.

And worst of all, she can't talk.

As if it wasn't as bad enough. All she can do is just let kids talk bad about her and wait until it stops. They always say things like, "She looks so weird", "Ew… What kind of hair is that?", "Hey, say something!", "Ugh. Don't go near her. You could be weird like her." It made her sick and depressed.

But that won't stop her from hoping to make friends, even if it seems bleak. Sure. She can't talk. That's a given, but she can still try… something.

To be honest, she doesn't really know how to make friends. She's just a kid, a kid with absolutely no experience interacting with other kids. Obviously, she wouldn't know.

The girl sighed deeply.

She looked around again.

The kids around the room weren't looking at her. They were either chatting around and laughing or playing with toys, happily ignoring her without a single care.

Maybe it's better this way.

"Go on, Neo. Take a seat." A begrudging yet caring voice spoke above the girl.

Looking up, the girl saw a man with an obscure bang over his eye. He wore a snazzy coat, gloves, and a distinct bowler hat as he inhales his cigar. She gripped him tightly by the pants sleeve.

The man looked down and saw nothing but a timid girl holding tightly to the only other person she had ever trusted. He felt guilty that he's doing this to her, but he has to.

"Alright..." The man kneeled down to the girl's level and motioned her to see eye to eye.

"Neo. Daddy's gotta make a name for himself and he can't do it with you around. He just doesn't have time to take care of you and he can't just leave you with someone you don't like or even know." The man soothed the girl with weary eyes. "School is the best for both you and him. You get to learn and he can work knowing that you're safe."

The girl looked up with timid eyes and a depressed frown. She was just begging for him to stay.

The man looked to the side, contemplating. He looked back to his daughter's eyes with guilt-stricken eyes.

"You know I can't stay. I have to work. I want the best for you, so can you please do this for me? I promise I'll make it up to you."

The girl shuffled her feet silently, looking down at the ground and gripping her parasol and his pants sleeve.

"Ice cream? Your favorite?" The man suggested with a smile.

The girl looked up with a bright smile to the notion, unknowingly letting go of the man.

"Okay. We'll get some ice cream when Daddy has the time." The man ruffled the girl's hair with a warm smile.

~bing-bong~

"Ah. I gotta run. Take a seat, Neo. Stay safe." The man left with those parting words.

The girl watched as her father walked out the door, but not before waving goodbye.

She waved back with a small smile.

And with that, the door was shut, leaving the girl all alone.

The girl gripped her parasol tight. She can do this.

She can do this.

Turning, the girl saw that everyone was already seated and staring at her. Some with disinterest. Some blinked with confusion.

Some with disgust.

The girl shrank down to a nearby empty chair all the way in the back, near the teacher's desk and door out. Oddly enough, the table was also empty. There was only one other empty chair next to her.

It was the only table in the back of the room, besides the teacher's.

The stares stopped as class started. And no one gave the girl a second glance.

It's true after all. No one wants to be her friend.

She's different. And because of that, she's nothing but a freak.

Neo looked down at the table and held her parasol tight, hoping that the day would just end already.

A week.

A whole week Neo had to suffer through.

A week of isolation, insults, jeers, embarrassment, and hate.

She's ugly. She's weird. She's a freak.

She's heard it all as she shook in fear and despair and silently cried to herself.

And no one heard her.

Why? Why must she go through this?

The stares. The glares. The yells. The laughs.

She's a person like anyone else. A person with feelings. A person with dreams. A person with emotions. A person who can smile and frown like any other. A person who wants friends.

A normal human being.

So why must she go through this?

Because she's nobody.

Because she's ugly.

Because she's too creepy.

Because she looks different.

It's because she's a freak.

And she can't do anything about it.

Nor could she ever say a word.

Another day of isolation, Neo sat alone on her desk with tired and weary eyes.

She keeps asking herself why she's still going to school like this.

Because it's for her daddy. She hid away all the tears and cries so he didn't have to worry about her. She always puts on a smile so he knows that there's nothing wrong at all.

But little did he know.

At least the ice cream tasted good.

Neo looked up to see every one of her classmate laughing with each other as they chat.

Depression took her as she knew she'll never know what it feels like to be a part of something. To be truly smiling.

To have a friend.

She went back to keeping to herself, staying silent, deciding to just write, and hoping that the day will end.

Writing had just been an odd hobby for her. Whenever she had the time in class or anywhere in general, Neo would always be found with a pencil and paper, writing silently to herself. She even surprised her father when he found out, especially since she's five. Of course, he's very supportive of her. Just as long as it's something safe, he's perfectly fine with his daughter expressing her creativity.

And Neo loved writing for what it is. It provided an escape from all the teasing and laughs. She's been especially careful in trying to keep her writing away from anyone. She can't risk anyone ripping them to shreds or worse, reading them. But that's not the best part of writing.

It gave her a voice.

Letters became a very easy concept to grasp for Neo. Written words came next. Lastly, entire sentences were but a single step away. And all of this culminated into a vast world for Neo to explore. When her father found one of Neo's scribbles, he was impressed. Though, he didn't know WHAT to do when he found out that Neo's a gifted writer. So he just told her that he's proud of her and took her out for ice cream, his treat.

Neo became very enlightened when this happened. She always kept a bright smile as she write, hoping that she could keep making her father proud again and again.

Yes, she finally found her voice.

Although… she did found out that there's a practical language for people like her. Sign language. The gestures of the hand to make intelligible words.

But Neo favored writing instead. Perhaps when she's older, she could part some time to learn sign language.

She sighed to herself as she stopped writing. She noticed that she was writing something rather depressing. The toll of having no friends was beginning to get to her.

Looking up, she saw that no one was paying her any mind at all. Chatting and playing, like they usually do.

With nothing better to do, Neo flips to a fresh, clean sheet of paper. She stared mindlessly at the blank space, thinking of something to keep her mind busy.

Abruptly among the chatter of her fellow classmates, she heard a door open and close.

Looking away from her latest work waiting to happen, she saw the teacher talking with a stern looking woman with long hair and red hair pins.

And a little boy hugging tightly to the woman's pants sleeve.

The boy was simple looking. Black sandals. Brown shorts. White T-shirt and hoodie vest. Yellow hair. Blue eyes half-closed.

But what was the most noticeable of the boy was that red scarf. It looked so long and vast, enough to just touch the floor and to cover his mouth and nose. Neo wonders why the boy was wearing something so big.

Neo saw the boy looking over to her staring at him. She got a good look at his deep blue eyes.

They were just like hers. Scared. Timid. Afraid of everything and everyone.

Neo understands fully of what the boy's going through. After all, she is too.

Before she knew it, the boy's eyes opened wide and what visible part of his face flushed deep as he looked away in embarrassment.

Which caused Neo to blush also. She turned away from the boy back to herself and her soon-to-be writings.

What was wrong? Why did he turn away? Why did they both blush?

Neo's thoughts danced as she looked down at her papers and words.

Why is he here?

That one thought cause Neo to pause, and close her eyes trying to listen in to the adults behind her.

"-he school he was at wasn't very nice to him. I had to transfer him as fast as I could." A stern voice explained.

"I see. Well, don't worry. Jaune will have a safe learning environment here. There're no worries." The teacher's voice assured.

"I hope so. They were bullying him every day. He just couldn't take it before he came back to me crying. Issac and I just knew what must be done." The stern voice softened.

"Right. I understand. Jaune, would you like to take a seat?" The teacher offered.

There was a timid silence among the noise.

"Don't worry, Jaune. It's safe here. If it's not, then just tell me. Okay?" The stern voice gently said.

There was another brief silence before light steps tapped on the floor.

"Thank you." The stern voice suddenly said.

"It's not a problem. I promise that your son will be okay." The teacher reassured.

"I'm trusting you. Don't let it be for nothing." The stern voice commanded.

"Good bye, Jaune. Mommy will be back." The same stern voice turned soft once more.

There was another door opening and closing.

Opening her eyes, Neo saw the teacher walking back to her desk to write something.

Neo then tried looking for the boy named Jaune. She scanned everywhere in the room to see where he's sitting at, but she couldn't find him anywhere. Even his big red scarf.

She doesn't know why she's looking for him. Maybe because she's just like him. Afraid. But he doesn't look different like her. He looked simple, but you can't judge a book by its cover.

Neo tries and tries but she can't find a single glimpse of him. She sighs and stops and looks down at her invisible writings again.

She's a fool. What makes her think that she'll be friends with him? He probably thinks that she's weird too. He's probably like the rest of them who just calls her ugly.

Neo sighed again and hanged her head solemnly, waiting once again for the day to end.

There was a subtle scrap from a chair on the hard linoleum floor.

Neo snapped up with alert eyes when she heard this eerie sound right next to her.

Could it be? No, it couldn't be. There's absolutely no way that anyone would sit beside a person like her.

Neo slowly turned her head to see a shy boy with weary eyes, sitting down right in the used-to-be-empty chair beside Neo.

The boy suddenly flinched from the sudden attention from the girl. He was never great with girls, or people in general. The fact that he's even here shows it. Everybody in school keeps staying away from him, even when he tried to make friends. They just glared at him and it just felt heavy enough for him to break down in tears.

But this is no time to cry, this is a perfect opportunity to make a friend and he'll take it! His dad taught him this after all.

So the best thing he could do is simply wave at the girl with timid, open eyes and hope for the best.

Almost instantly, the girl waved back with a smile, albeit more awkward.

The boy and girl smiled at their first interaction. Unknown to each other, this was a massive step forward for the both of them! The boy was absolutely excited that he could barely contain himself, but he tried his best to keep his composure. The shine in the boy's eyes then had a bit more confidence in it.

Meanwhile, Neo is screaming internally as she kept her crooked smile. She can't believe her eyes. Is the boy really sitting beside her? HER? Some nobody who sits alone that everyone shuns and loves to hate? And he actually waved!? She didn't know why she waved back, but it just felt instinctive to her! Like something was just yelled at her to do something and she did! And she didn't regret it at all!

In fact, she's outrageously happy at the moment! She felt at the top of the world!...

But then, that thought came to a grinding halt.

Now what should she do? What should she say? Wait, she can't even talk!

The silence was deafening between the boy and girl as they focused all their senses on each other, keeping up their hand waving…

Then they noticed how weird it was and promptly put them down out of embarrassment.

The boy and girl avoided each other's eyes as they tried to figure out what to do next.

That's the problem. They DON'T know.

The girl gripped her parasol nervously as she awkwardly smiled while the boy scratched the back of his head as his smile grew more and more shy. All while they avoided each other's eyes.

"Neo?"

Neo looked up to see the teacher staring at her with gentle eyes. She looked and dressed plainly. White blouse and black skirt and a pitch black pony tail to the side. She was very caring and bright to be honest, but she haven't been treating Neo the same as the other students.

Neo didn't have anything against her though. In fact, she overheard a conversation in the teacher's lounge a few days ago. It was between her teacher and the rest of the school staff.

"Look, Nagase. I understand your distaste, but you must understand." A solemn voice spoke.

"What's there to understand!? You're telling me to just ignore this!? She's lonely! The kids keep bullying her just because of what she looks like! As if she's no different than a Faunus! I can't just sit by and let this happen!" Nagase shrieked. That was the only time Neo had ever heard her teacher raise her voice.

"Jun! Just listen! We have a reputation to uphold here. Because of that child, the rest are falling in line and behaving and doing their work. Don't you see?" An intelligent voice explained.

"So you're willing to endanger a single life!? What's wrong with you people!?" Nagase yelled.

"Look. I know you're new here, fresh out of the academy, but you have to understand that the world's not as simple and sunny as you are." A posh woman revealed.

"The strong eat the weak. It's only a matter of fact. We just follow the system. With something to point all their emotions at, they'll have someone to blame for all of their faults while also having a reminder of what they could have been. Both of these are excellent motivators for them to be good little boys and girls." A dishonest man enlightened.

"W… what are you saying..? Are you insane?" Nagase uttered.

"Wake up. It's the truth. Your idealism won't do much here. They're kids and by that standpoint, they follow instincts like young cubs." The solemn voice said.

"And what makes you think I won't tell her parent about this? I'd rather see Neo gone than see her getting hurt! I can even tell central office about this!" Nagase snapped back.

"Who do you think came up with this system?" The intelligent man clarified.

"What?!" Nagase gasped.

"And don't think you won't be fired for this. Even if you try telling anyone, it's only gonna blow up in your face. Central office won't even hesitate getting rid of some know-it-all rookie like you. Heck, you NEED this job, don't you?" The dishonest voice chuckled. "How about this? You keep your trap shut, ignore the girl, and teach your class like the good little naïve greenhorn you are and we can all continue our lives with a happy heart. Is that okay, Nagase?"

There was a moment of silence until Neo heard footsteps stomping out.

"Do you think she'll be alright?" The solemn voice asked.

"She'll be fine. Unless her sense of justice comes in, she'll stay quiet." The intelligent man sighed.

"It's sad. A young, naïve girl like her having her world turned upside down." The posh woman voiced.

"Don't worry. Everything's going smoothly. She'll learn soon enough." The dishonest voice chuckled.

And what can Neo do about it? If anyone hears about what happens, Nagase will be fired.

Neo understood her teacher's situation and she's been keeping quiet ever since.

Looking up, Neo looked at her teacher with innocent eyes.

"This boy is Jaune Arc. He'll be sitting with you for the rest of the year. Is that okay?" Nagase asked lightly, gesturing to the boy.

Neo looked over to see the boy staring back at her. The boy flinched with a pale pink face and averted his eyes while twirling his index fingers together. Neo felt this light feeling.

Is that okay? This boy just suddenly pops into her life and she expects Neo to be fine with that?

An awkward silence snuck by.

"Why don't you two be friends?" The teacher suggested.

To that, Neo subconsciously whipped her head towards her teacher in a blink of an eye, shaking her head vigorously up and down.

Nagase smiled warmly.

"Alright. Thank you for being so accepting, Neo. Why don't you two get to know each other during class?"

Nagase left the two to their business to teach class. The rest of the class stared at the duo with varying emotions, mostly pointed at Jaune.

"Eh? Why did he sit there?" "Does he think she's ugly?" "Isn't she weird?" "Why her?" "Why there?" "He's probably weird too." "Yeah, I think so." "I mean, look at that huge scarf." "That's not weird…" "He doesn't talk either so far." "THAT'S weird." "He's just like her." "So he's a freak." "He doesn't look like one though." "Does it matter?" "It's too late. The moment he sat next to her, he became a weirdo."

"Class! Pay attention please!" Nagase snapped at the whispering children and class began without another disturbance.

Unfortunately, Neo heard it all. Really? Are they really going to treat Jaune like this just because he sat here?

Neo depressed from the sudden guilt she felt. Perfect. Just perfect. She just ruined someone's life by just being here. She gripped her parasol with grief. Her mind was clouded with sorrow and misery. Is she really going to live like this? Like some fre-

~tap-tap~

Neo blinked from her thoughts and saw the boy named Jaune staring at her with weary, timid blue eyes. His massive red scarf was covering his neck and mouth. His blond scraggly hair shined dimly under the fluorescent lights.

The boy pointed to the table.

Neo looked down at the table to see her notebook… and her blank page with something written on it, in cursive.

'Hi.'

Neo looked up to the boy beside her with curiosity. Is he serious?

The boy held a pencil towards her, presumably the one he wrote with.

Blinking, Neo just froze with deer-in-headlight eyes as the boy waited. And waited. And waited.

Then the boy blinked with a worried expression and he went back to write on Neo's notebook, waving at her to watch.

Neo reluctantly did, mostly due to the fact that she had absolutely no knowledge on human interaction besides her father. She watched as the boy wrote and wrote, giving Neo some room to watch.

'Hello again. I'm Jaune and to be honest, I never done anything like this before. You're actually the first stranger I've ever 'talked' to. Actually…'

Neo saw Jaune paused with hesitance. Is he fighting something? After some reluctance, he continued writing.

'I can't talk. I should at least warn you first.'

At that moment, Neo was in shock with astonishment and hope.

He… can't talk? No way! That's wonderful! No wait! That's horrible! What is she thinking? Is it because she finally has someone who can understand her? But at what cost? Is Jaune just some object? Just because she can't talk means that she's entitled to him? No! Just what is she supposed to do-

~tap-tap~

Neo snapped from her thoughts to see a relaxed Jaune. He was pointing at her notebook again and gave her the pencil.

Neo shyly took the pencil and looked down at her notebook, now with more cursive.

'But that doesn't bother you, does it? If it is, I'm really sorry. That's why I'm using your notebook. I'm sorry again for not asking your permission, but how could I? So can we talk like this? It'll be easier for me to talk to you. Are you okay with this,… Neo, was it? That's a nice name. Um, so how do we… be friends? Are we friends now?'

Neo's mind was utterly blank. To be honest, she's never experienced doing something with a total stranger before and in comes Jaune on a silver platter. So Neo did the closest thing that came to mind.

She blushed. Deeply.

Gripping her parasol with one hand under the table and the pencil with the other over her notebook, she smiled goofy as her hand and pencil wavered over the paper.

Is this really happening? Really?! Really really!? Am I dreaming? No wait. I'm just overreacting. It's just a normal conversation, right? Sure, it's on paper, but it counts! Right? I can do this! I can do this! I-

Neo froze with her smile unwavering. Her mind is once again drawing a blank.

Then she stopped thinking. And took a deep breath with her eyes closed. Her face slowly began to cool down and her thoughts were flowing smoothly.

Focusing on nothing but the paper and ignorant of the boy by her side, Neo began to write.

'Hello, Jaune. Yes, my name is Neo. And yes, I'll be your friend. We can talk like this just fine. I can't talk either. So thank you for thinking of this. I never would've had this idea in the first place. I have to thank you for also saving me from writer's block. I was drawing a blank at what to write until you and your mother came in.'

Neo continued to write and write and write, word after word just seamlessly flowed their way from Neo onto the paper. She felt relieved and peaceful. Is this what it felt like? To have someone to talk to? To have a friend?

Neo handed Jaune the pencil after she finished, which he took with joyous eyes. The boy wrote with controlled excitement.

'Really? You're a writer? That's amazing to hear! I'm an artist, which is kinda rare because we're only five. I don't carry my stuff with me because kids keep tearing them just to spite me.'

The boy stopped and waited for the girl's reply, which was instant.

'Oh. I have the same problem with my classmates, but I keep a close eye on my things so they wouldn't take them. You should start bringing your stuff to school. We can both keep an eye on our things.'

Neo smiled as she wrote and she knew Jaune did too under that massive scarf. She was walking on cloud nine. She finally made a friend and he's just like her! She was so excited!

'I guess I should now. That sounds like a great idea. I can show you what I can draw too!'

'I can bring my stuff tomorrow too. Do you like reading?'

'I love reading. I love reading heroic stories of adventure and fantasies. But no one believes that heroes exist anymore. It's kinda sad.'

'Why?' Neo was surprised at where the conversation was going.

'I don't know. The kids at my old school said that heroes don't exist anymore, but then what about policemen and firemen and Huntsmen? They're heroes, right?'

'Yes, they are. They probably didn't know any better.'

'Maybe. But they even made fun of me for believing in heroes! What's wrong with believing in heroes?'

'That's awful. I can't imagine what it was like to go to a school with horrid people like that.'

'They even called me names.'

'You cried about that, right?'

Jaune hesitated when he read that. Neo raised a brow as he did.

'Yeah… Yeah, I did. You heard that from mom, huh?'

'I'm sorry for bringing it up.' Neo felt a sting of guilt.

'That's okay. I'm all better now. I have you, remember?'

Neo was astonished. Is he really serious? He's placing that much trust in someone he just met? Neo was not sure how to respond to this, except blush her face to a light shade. She hesitated to write, trying her hardest to hide her dumbfounded face from Jaune.

'Right. We're friends now. We can count on each other for help, right?'

'Yeah. That's what friends are for! You know. You're a cool person, Neo.'

Neo's blush reddened slightly. She wasn't used to compliments, especially from a new friend. Her father's love was all the compliments she ever gotten.

'Thank you. That's the first compliment anyone had ever given me.' Neo wrote with a small smile.

'Then, let me make up for lost time.' Jaune wrote with ease.

A girl who had no hopes of finding a friend has finally found one.

'I look forward to it, Jaune.'

A boy who was shunned from everyone has finally been accepted.

'Me too, Neo.'

Neo and Jaune looked up at each other with calmed and comforted eyes. Blue eyes meeting pink and white.

And then, Neo smiled. It was a genuine smile, warm, welcoming, and dedicated to the only people she had ever trusted, her father and now her first and only friend, Jaune.

And, Jaune pulled down his massive scarf to reveal that he was smiling too. For once he felt accepted for who he was. And not just by anyone, he found a person who he knows he can stick with for the rest of his life.

And soon after spending the rest of their time idly writing, getting to know each other, school was over, much to Neo's chagrin. After waving each other good-bye, knowing that they'll see each other again tomorrow, Neo saw Jaune's mother quickly took Jaune by the hand and escorted him out, asking him how his day was with a caring smile only a mother could give was. Neo watched Jaune and his mother quickly disappear among the crowd of leaving parents and children, as if like snakes in the grass.

"Neo?"

Neo looked up to see her father's smiling face, half covered by an orange bang.

"Are you ready to go?" Her father asked gently.

Neo nodded and hefted her backpack and gripped her parasol.

The father took her by the hand and they were off.

Walking home with her father's hand in hers, Neo strolled with a massive grin on her face. It was much more than her usual smile too. Her father immediately took notice of this change in behavior.

It's not like a person to be sad and depressed in the morning and to suddenly smile like a fool by the evening.

"Uh... Neo?" The man asked his daughter.

Neo didn't reply. She only continued to walk with her massive grin.

"Uh..." The man was confused. He didn't know exactly what to do in this situation.

"Did something happen today?" The man tried again.

Thankfully, the man got an answer in the form of a nod.

"Okay..." The man trailed as they walked.

What? Just what could it be that could make her so happy? Unless...

"Did you... make a friend?" The man guessed.

And like that, Neo nodded vehemently with vigor.

And of course, any man would be grateful to find out that their own daughter finally has a friend to play with.

"That's... great!" The man smiled with pride.

"So... I guess you want to keep going to school then?" The man asked. This was perfect, now he doesn't have to worry about his daughter being all alone! And he knew Neo would pick the right friend. He knows that she knows better.

Then, Neo nodded yes.

And it was the most sincere as she could ever make it.

Author's Notes: Just… don't. I never knew about Neo when I started Mute Arc. Honest. And THEN, she comes in. And now, my muse had been nagging me about this for a LONG time.

The hay that broke the camel's back was Sleep Arypsure's story, "Chaos is the Prize". That's where most of the inspiration for this story came from. Although, I'm taking this on a WHOLE new direction. So give her story a peek and drop a comment for her.

So… Mute!JaunexNeo. Adorably cute or no? Because I plan on making this a complete story. It USED to be a one shot, but now it's going to be a full-fledged story. Which means Mute Arc will be put on hold until I exhaust myself of this story… or until I get enough time to work on a chapter of Mute Arc. Either or, you guys have two Mute!Jaune stories to look forward to.

Now, Mrs. Nagase is based off of Jun Nagase from The World God Only Knows. I can even say that she's a minor crossover character. She just fits in. Nothing revolutionary. *confetti*

So… I'm also basing this story on the Kagerou Project. You can probably see the influences already. Red scarf. The one piece music at the beginning. Jaune's mom. How this and The World God Only Knows are related to this story, I'll leave it up to you guys to guess.

Also. RWBY Volume 2. Finale was great. Bit late to the party, but better late than never.

So yeah. Did you guys like this? Do you want to see more or no? Either way, I had fun writing this.

Mute!JaunexNeo is just so damn adorable. It's like diabetes. Type two.

Until then, this is destinyTail0 signing off! Stay frosty!