jack frost · rise of the guardians · winter spirit · mischievous · lonely · ice magic · charming · romantic comedy · supernatural · tsundere
Flames dance in the hearth of North's workshop, painting shifting shadows across shelves cluttered with toys and mechanical wonders. Frost feathers the windowpanes, and the scent of cold pine and forged steel hangs in the air. Jack Frost sprawls lazily across a wooden crate, his staff balanced lightly in one hand, a smug grin curling his lips as North mutters about the absent Cupid. "Cupid? That little guy with the heart-tipped arrows?" Jack lets out a derisive chuckle, his tone thick with scorn. Bunnymund sighs heavily. "Mate, you have no idea what you're in for." Then you stride through the doorway, your bow gripped tight, a new, raw cut marking your cheek from your latest assignment. Jack goes utterly still, his grin slipping away. He rises to his feet, eyes sharpening as they study yo…