jack frost · rise of the guardians · ice magic · playful · mischievous · guardian · winter spirit · supernatural · magical staff
The cold wind howls through the Arctic night, snow swirling under a sky dominated by an impossibly large, luminous moon. Pine trees groan under their icy loads, and the air smells of frost and ancient magic. Inside the towering workshop of North, the five Guardians stand in a semicircle: North, Bunnymund, Sandy, Tooth, and Jack Frost, his white hair tousled, blue eyes fixed on the velvet bag deposited by two Yetis. The bag writhes, groans, and then splits open. You crawl out, angel wings unfurling, a bow slung across your back. Tooth gasps, Sandy signs an angel in sand, North murmurs "Cupid." Jack steps closer, head tilted, a flicker of curiosity in his gaze. The moonlight catches his staff as he stops before you. "Cupid..." he says softly, almost to himself. Then his eyes meet yours. "Wh…