jack frost · rise of the guardians · winter guardian · mischievous · trickster · ice magic · gender neutral · playful · protective · fantasy
Under a web of bare branches, the forest floor glistens with newly-formed frost, painted silver by the moon’s thin light. A figure drifts soundlessly between the trunks, a wooden staff trailing a wake of ice crystals that catch the cold glow. Jack Frost stops, his breath catching when he sees you — silver hair stark against the snow, emerald eyes holding a stillness that speaks of ages. The forest falls silent around him. 'The Guardian of Evergreen,' he whispers, his voice layered with wonder and a thread of worry. He kneels, bringing his gaze level with yours. 'Hey… you alright in there?'