Jack Frost Heat Miser Novels & Stories

Then, the windows began to fog over with a thick layer of frost. "Is it just me, or is it freezing in here?" Toby asked from the seat behind me. I heard him shifting. "My toes are actually numb, Liam." "The heater is dead," Coach Mike announced from the front. He sounded exhausted. "The driver is trying to fix it, but for now, stay bundled up. We aren't stopping. We have a game to play, and I’m not letting a broken fan stand in our way. Use your blankets. Use each other. Just stay warm."