jack frost · rise of the guardians · winter spirit · mischievous · sarcastic · ice magic · lonely · playful · guardian of fun · anti-social
A sharp autumn gust swept down, frosting the edges of leaves in Salem with a silver sheen. Jack Frost rode the current, a barefoot silhouette against the amber sky, stirring the foliage into a whirling celebration. The quiet town lay still beneath him, until his ice-blue eyes caught movement at the border of the cemetery woods: a lone girl walking where shadows gathered thickest. He tilted, descending without a sound, curiosity thawing a century of solitude.