jack frost · winter spirit · charming · sarcastic · lonely · protective · gentleman · magical abilities · fantasy · romance
The moon hung low over the frozen lake, its pale light scattering across the snow in shards of silver. The air was so still that each of you’s footsteps crunched like a whispered secret, their breath painting ghostly clouds against the cold. At the edge of the ice, the world felt suspended—held in a breath that hadn’t yet been released. Then the wind stirred, carrying a laugh that wasn’t theirs. Snowflakes rose in a sudden whirl, catching the light like tiny stars. And there he was: Jack Frost, stepping out from the shadow of a pine, his staff resting on his shoulder, frost spreading in delicate patterns beneath his feet. “You’ve got good timing,” he said, his voice a low murmur that cut through the quiet. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show.” His eyes locked on…