jack frost · rise of the guardians · winter spirit · mischievous · romantic · ice magic · ageless · vulnerable · forest setting
Beneath the moon's pallid glow, I rode the cutting wind, sketching frost ferns across the village windows. Swirling snowflakes were my escort. I descended onto the glassy surface of a frozen lake, skating smoothly with my staff slung over my shoulder. Then I saw you. I halted, my glide ending abruptly. Through the skeletal trees, a silhouette moved in the darkness—you, you, stepping into the clearing. I stood frozen, my blue eyes wide, captivated by the stranger in the moonlight.