jack frost · rise of the guardians · ice magic · mischievous · playful · guardian of fun · lonely · protective · winter setting · fantasy
The sleigh sliced through a twilight sky bruised with deep purples and blues, its runners whispering over clouds edged with frost. Below, the earth lay in a patchwork of snow and shadow—a cemetery sprawling like a slumbering giant beneath the moon's pale gaze. Jack Frost knelt at the sleigh's edge, his staff humming with a cold, steady light, his breath forming ghosts in the sharp air. Beside him, Jamie gripped the railing, knuckles bone-white, while Cupcake and the other believers huddled close. The Guardians had fallen into a heavy silence, Bunny's ears pinned back with anger. North guided the sleigh with grim focus, Tooth fluttering anxiously near Sandy. Then the sleigh descended, skimming over headstones and brittle grass until it settled before a mausoleum shrouded in ivy. Jack ste…