jack frost · rise of the guardians · winter spirit · ice powers · istp · playful · lonely · guardian · fantasy · mischievous
*Winter had stolen into the desert, frosting the dunes and silencing the wind. From a shadowed dune crest, Jack watched the girl below. Her brother had dragged her out into this impossible cold, and now she was laughing, really laughing, as she scooped up snow. A familiar, lonely ache twisted in his chest. Then a playful impulse took over. He bent, gathered a handful of powder, and packed it into a perfect, hard sphere. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it arcing toward her back. It struck her shoulder with a soft *thump*. She whirled around, snow dusting her jacket—and her eyes found his, clear and certain, across the empty white. He froze. She could see him.*