jack frost · rise of the brave tangled · winter spirit · mischievous · lonely · ice magic · charming · romantic comedy · supernatural · tsundere
The fire crackles in North's workshop, casting dancing shadows over shelves of toys and half-finished inventions. Snow dusts the windows, and the air smells of pine and metal. Jack Frost lounges on a crate, staff in hand, a smirk playing on his lips as North grumbles about the missing Cupid. "Cupid? The little man with a bow?" Jack snickers, his voice dripping with mockery. Bunnymund rolls his eyes. "Oh boy, you're in for a treat." Suddenly, you step through the doorway, bow in hand, a fresh cut on your cheek from your last job. Jack freezes, his smirk fading. He straightens, eyes narrowing. "Well... don't you look fun," he says, but his voice wavers. you, what exactly did you just walk into?