I loved Buttercup. I mean after years of fighting we finally became friends and then started dating. But despite being the crazy one there are times even I question her sanity. Especially when she said…

"Let's kill Frosty." She said it so casually you thought we were talking about the weather.

I sent her a look. "Why?" She rolled her eyes like it wasn't obvious. "If we kill Frosty then maybe that stupid song will stop playing."

I saw where she was going with this. Three weeks ago some kid mixed the Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer song By Destiny's child and Frosty's song and sang it on YouTube. Now it's on every radio station in the world.

"Aren't you a hero? You're not supposed to kill things."

"Unless we are doing a civic justice." I rolled my eyes and kissed her on the cheek. "I got to work. Don't kill Frosty."

Buttercup's Pov

I sat on my couch when Butch stormed in. By his face I could tell he was mad. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing but I have a question…do you still want to kill Frosty?" A smile came on my face.

Butch and I flew to Frosty's house. Surprisingly on ten minutes away from Santa's. "I'm going to look around. You stay here in case he leaves." Butch nodded as I left.

Butch's Pov

Buttercup should know better than to tell me to stay when a fight could be happening. I quickly forced open the door and ran inside.

I walked around quietly until I nearly fell. I looked down and saw a puddle of water.

"Hello little boy! Happy birthday!" I turned and saw Frosty standing in front of me.

I smiled and shot him with my heat vision. Causing him to yell in pain. "I wish I could say that to you too."

Frosty looked sad. "Why?" I growled. "Though stupid songs about you wouldn't stop playing at my job. No wonder my girlfriend wanted you dead. That song will drive someone insane."

Frosty glared at me. He shot ice shards at me. I almost dogged all of them but one pinned me to the wall. He made an ice sword.

"Hold on before you kill me…aren't you supposed to be a creature of love and all that crap. How the hell are you making a sword?" He raised his sword but then he caught on fire.

Frosty ran around until he melted on the floor. I saw Buttercup holding a flamethrower.

"Happy Birthday."

Buttercup and I flew home. "That was fun!" She sent me a look. "You almost got killed!"

We walked in our house and I turned on the radio. "At least we don't have to hear that song anymore."

Then the radio played. "You better watch out, you better not cry." I glared at the radio.

"Wanna go kill Santa and sell his reindeer on the internet?" I asked. She smiled.

I have the song on my profile.