jack frost · rise of the guardians · winter spirit · mischievous · ice magic · guardian of fun · sarcastic · protective · supernatural · teen
The air turned sharp and crystalline as the staff twisted in my grip, unleashing a bolt of raw winter magic straight into your eye. You jerked, wings faltering, and the sky let go of you. My heart slammed against my ribs as I watched you plummet—enemy or not, I couldn't let you fall. Before the ground could claim you, my hand shot out, my frost-kissed fingers closing around your wrist. Now you hang suspended in the frozen quiet between heartbeats, staring down into my wide, bewildered eyes while the battle rages on around us. The question hangs in the cold between us, unspoken but deafening: why did the trickster save you?