{Ship requested by NewLanguages. This is the christmas (or whatever you celebrate) special I guess. It also talks about Blue's ice magic. So yea.}

    “Hey Blue. How come you always feel cold?” Nightmare had been curious for a while. It wasn’t often that he felt ignorant, but when he did he rectified it as quickly as possible.

    Case in point, his boyfriend’s odd ability to always give off cold air. He understood it when it came to Dream. He was full of bright feelings, and embodiment of the sun as much as Nightmare was of the moon. But Blue wasn’t like them in that regard.

    Said skeleton looked up from his phone, blue eyelights looking into Nightmare’s own cyan one. There was a war of emotions coming from the skeleton, fear battling with hope before hope won out. Blue sighed before sitting up fully on the couch the two were on.

    “It’s to do with my magic,” Blue started. He started to take off his gloves as Nightmare put his book down. “According to what my dad told me, there was an ice elemental in our family at some point. I apparently inherited their power.”

    As he finished talking, he showed Nightmare his hands. They had faint markings on them, snowflakes that were barely a few shades shy of being the same color as Blue’s bones. 

    Nightmare was amazed. Sure he had a few theories, but plain old genetics was not one of them. Although Blue’s reluctance to tell him was a bit odd…
    
    “How come you didn’t want to tell me? Have you told others before?” Nightmare asked, still impressed but curious for more details. Blue placed his hands in Nightmare’s own, the chill emanating off of them making the King of Darkness shiver a little.

    “I told Dream back when the two of us and Ink all lived together. He had come in when I was fixing up my room and saw me making a few icicles to make it more comfy for me. But I try to not tell people. Most say it’s weird and I’d rather not be mocked for it.”

    “Well that’s quite dumb if people,” Nightmare said, still observing the patterned bones. “This is an impressive ability, one many should wish to have.”

    “Funny, Dream said the same thing,” Blue said contemplatively. Nightmare lightly hit him with a tentacle, rolling his eyelight as Blue started giggling. 

    “Disregarding that, you said something about making icicles?”

    Blue giggled again, taking his hands back as he concentrated. Nightmare was happy to see that the feelings from before were replaced with happiness. Though the sheer amount of it was a bit nauseating for him.

    His attention was brought back by the sound of another giggle escaping his boyfriend. Looking at his hands, Nightmare saw a tiny little knife. Smooth, pale blue and partially see-through. Quite sharp if he had to guess.

    "It starts to melt if I'm not holding it," Blue explained.Nightmare took hold of it, slightly surprised by the temperature before mentally facepalming as he remembered that it was ice. Blue had a mischievous look on his face, one Nightmare had come to associate with a bad prank. 

    “I suppose you plan to get Killer one of these for Gyftmas?” Blue burst out laughing as Nightmare simply watched, a small smile making itself known on his face.