Camp Half-Blood One-Shots

Frost's day just wasn't working out. She had a cut on her cheek and a gash in her leg from Clarrise and her sword fight, her burnt clothes were soaking wet from falling out of the canoe, her clothes were burnt from the rock wall, and she just almost hit the archery teacher with an arrow.

She threw down the bow and stomped off, muttering curses under her breath. She plopped herself down outside the Big House, with her back against the front wall. Percy walked up, and when he saw her, he stared laughing hysterically, which only made Frost even more mad.

Percy's lips suddenly froze over. He glared at her, and put his hands on his hips. Frost just smiled sweetly. Annabeth walked by, and also started cracking up. Her lips froze over too. Frost just stood up and walked away, snapping her fingers. The ice on Percy and Annabeth's lips unfroze.

"We really need to get her to laugh. She has no sense of humor!" Percy said.

"Agreed. We just need to figure out what will make her laugh." Annabeth though for a moment. "I got it!" She said with a snap. "Okay. Here's what we do..."

Frost was walking leisurely down the dirt path, trying not to freeze anything, when someone tackled her from behind. She flipped him over her shoulder and he landed on his back with a thud. She smiled when he groaned.

"Really Percy? Payback?" She said, walking away. Percy stood up, and brushed off the dirt.

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