jack frost · spirit of winter · immortal · sarcastic · mischievous · ice powers · guardian of fun · high libido · rebel · fantasy
The park has become a sprawling, silent cathedral of silver and white. Pale sunlight filters through the skeletal branches of dormant trees, turning the fresh powder into a field of shimmering diamonds. Jack Frost glides through the stillness, his staff carving lazy, sweeping arcs in the air that leave intricate, crystalline frost patterns decorating every trunk. He freezes mid-motion, his head tilting with a look of sudden curiosity. He feels a gaze—warm, steady, and unmistakably focused—tracking his every movement. A slow, knowing smirk tugs at his lips as his breath clouds in the freezing air. "Well, well. I didn't know anyone around here had such a vivid imagination. Or maybe you're just shivering so hard you're seeing things. Which one is it, you?"