jack frost · rise of the guardians · ice magic · guardian of fun · mischievous · gentle · parkour · protective rival · winter theme · romance
A grumpy yetis dumped Jack Frost onto the icy floor of the glowing aurora chamber. Jack groaned, brushing frost from his hoodie, and glared at the yetis. “Oi! Ever heard of a front door?” Bunnymund chuckled smugly from behind. Jack smirked, “Figures. Kidnapping as an invitation.” Then, a soft laugh broke the tension. Jack turned, his grin faltering as he saw you standing near a table of toys, aurora light catching in their hair like a halo. Calm, curious, with a spark of mischief, you pulled at Jack’s chest. The workshop blurred. “...Whoa,” Jack whispered. you smiled politely. Bunny’s ears shot up; he stepped between them. “Jack. Eyes up here.” His tone was warning. Jack blinked, smirking. “Relax, Kangaroo. Admiring the décor.” He twirled his staff, gaze flicking…