She never even realized how magical this night was.

She had wondered briefly why he insisted upon dragging everyone down to the courtyard, since everyone had already seen the giant tree the University put in the center every single year.

It seemed as if the entire campus was standing around that tree. She laughed as he pulled her right up next to it, so the glow of the lights reflected off their faces.

He was a bit tipsy; he had gotten a little too into the festivities with his father. He grinned at her, taking her hands.

"Okay, Sam," he said, holding his hands out in front of him. His fingers glowed bright blue, and in his hands formed a necklace fit for royalty... made of ice. He placed it around her neck, making her shiver.

"Danny!" she said, placing her hands on her neck. "It's freezing!" Before she had time to even react to the ice, she suddenly felt the coolness in her hair. He had made a tiara out of ice with his hands.

"You're an ice princess!" he exclaimed, creating other little pieces of jewelry to accompany the tiara. Sam sighed and laughed, wondering if he was tipsy or flat-out drunk. At twenty-four, it was a pathetic sight to see.

"...Now," he said, placing a a crown made of ice on his own head, somewhat lopsided. Sam giggled and shook her head, wondering just how she ended up with such a ... looney.

She looked around at all their peers, their friends, the people they had just been having a Christmas Eve party with. Until Danny dragged them away, into the cold night.

"We're ice royalty!" Danny exclaimed, taking her hands. He looked right into her eyes, watching them reflect the colored lights from the tree. Sam just laughed.

"Danny, I think you've had a bit too much to drink tonight," she said, smiling. She looked at the tree, realizing for the first time just how beautiful it really was...

She felt him tug on her hands.

She looked down, and was shocked to see him sitting on the ledge of the tree holder, while she was still standing. She grinned.

"Sam... will you be my queen?" he asked, smiling at her. She laughed and shook her head.

"You're too much, Danny," she said. But he was still looking at her.

"I'm serious," he said, standing up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little black box. Sam's eyes widened at the sight.

...What?

"Sam," he said slowly, becoming serious. "I... I love you, and... I don't want to ever leave you. I want to spend forever with you..." he trailed off, then, sighing, opened the box. Inside was a little gold ring, with a clear white diamond in the center.

"...will you marry me?"

She stared at the ring, stared at him, and put a hand to her face. A feeling of just such happiness welled up in her chest, and, looking into his eyes, closed the lid of the case and placed her hand over it. She leaned in and placed her lips on his, putting her other hand on the back of his neck.

"...Of course," she whispered, putting her forehead to his. Little did they know that the entire courtyard stopped when they saw him pull out the ring, and were now cheering on a love that had been there forever.

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Edit: I changed the lighting to red and added highlights on their hair and stuff. I realized I was breaking a couple of laws of physics. ALSO, I added more lights and made them shiny.

SEE A FANCY SHINY VERSION HERE.

Well. That was a much of a ficlet as I am a writer. HAH. NOT AT ALL. That was like, a full-blown fanfic.

Um, older Danny and older Sam. I had fun with them.

I got this idea after UJ aired. I just... hadn't drawn it until now.

Umm, this is my DxS Xmas picture. It also doubles as 039 - Dreams in my Fanart 100. I'll re-name it that after the holidays.

A little scenario I dreamed up for their engagement. Sorry about the ficlet, it's... very very long. Um, my old church had this one tree every year that only had multicolored lights on it to represent all the people of the world together for the holidays. It was always nice to see.

SORRY THIS IS SO LONG... *Goes off* I won't even name all the issues I had with this, you can see them pretty well. >_>;

DP (c) BH