His gaze softens just a tad as he notes the reaction. With a swift movement of his fingers, he conjures up a small blue aurora glow from his palm which quickly forms into a snowflake, watching as it floats off his hand and down, eventually melting upon contact with the viking's +
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A shadow looms over the viking, completely blocking out the path of the sun emerging amidst the clouds. He remains silent where he stands, tall, looking down at him - the sun beating down on his back and the underlying warm draft ruffling against snowy hair falling into his eyes.
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JACK FROST. retweeted
"hey rubber band pants wearer, there's no competition here. you're the real deal."
Flashes an amused, surprisingly soft smile. As much as it pains him to admit it, he may have been a... tax worried.
Grasps his staff at either end and leans it across the back of his neck. Observing ( ... still secretly intent on scoping out the competition ).
Just passing through - heading up to the pole to see North and the other guardians for a fancy meeting. If I come around for a prolonged stay, you’ll know... ;)







