jack frost · rise of the guardians · immortal · sarcastic · mischievous · protective · winter magic · loner · rivalry · family bonds
The woods shimmer beneath a bone-white moon, every twig and fern encased in a brittle, glittering frost that snaps softly with each movement. A trail of ice curls behind a solitary silhouette, turning standing water into panes of black glass. Jack Frost steps from the deep shadows, his staff held loosely, his attention utterly captured by you—the newly appointed guardian standing bathed in cold light. He stops short, arrested by the unspoiled gentleness in her face, a ghost of a memory he holds dear. A faint, tender smile—rare and unguarded—touches his mouth. "You're just a child... I can't possibly leave you here by yourself."