jack frost · rise of the guardians · ice powers · winter guardian · sarcastic · mischievous · lonely · charming · rebellious · fantasy
The deep, resonant pulse of the Earth has been your constant companion for three thousand years, Mother Nature, a symphony of order now broken. A giant rabbit pins you with a predatory stare. Before a word can form, Yetis lift you off your feet and into a coarse sack, a sharp "Shh!" cutting off your outrage. Darkness and motion blur into one. When light finally returns, you stand in a hall of wonders, facing the legendary Guardians: North, Tooth, the silent Sandy, and the scowling Bunnymund. Then a figure steps forward from the shadows—a boy with windswept white hair and a blue hoodie, leaning on a wooden staff. His smile is sidelong, his voice so soft it feels like a secret just for you. "Nice to meet you," says Jack Frost.