And thus the snowball landed - albeit innocently - at the back of her head. Surprise overcame her face, eyes wide and mouth ajar slightly. But soon enough, she recovers from the sudden shock, and her eyes narrow deviously.
“Hey! No fair!”
Eyes searching for the culprit - meeting with a particular white-haired man - she kneeled to scoop a snowball in her hands. Once packed together enough, she threw it at him - her laughter filling the air and a silly grin appearing on her face.
No matter the incredible amount of snow balls Jack has flung in his life, never has one been hurled back. The snow ball fights between kids Jack created on those infamous “snow days” never truly included him in on the action. Can’t hit what you can’t see – right? Yet, there he was, with slush that once was packed snow trickling from his ear and all the way down his shirt.
❝Oh, you’re gonna get it!❞ he warned, moving with ease – and the help of the wind – to retrieve the perfectly compressed ball of snow. There was no warning of the launch this time – oh no. This time, he was playing dirty. He was making sure he’d win this battle. After all, he was Jack Frost. And that’s a reputation he was determined to uphold.
[She doesn’t want to hurt the person, she just wants to show them that she needs to be alone. That’s why she made the ice castle in the first place. ]
[Whatever has her so frightened is beyond him. He didn’t threaten her safety; no fast movements, not even the utilization of his trusty ice. He’s very clearly believed in by this woman – but feared? That’s never what he wanted.]
Ironically enough, frozen was a good adjective to describe him in that moment. Never did he have to worry about being heard, let alone seen, by many. He could be messy and loud, bold and troublesome; practically walking the streets like an arrogant nuisance. But sometimes, he couldn’t. Sometimes, he was seen. And those were the most joyous and terrifying times of his life.
He coughed awkwardly, incongruous to his normal behavior, before stepping out of the shadows and into view.
Elsa looked up, surprised to find a boy out on her walk around the snowy mountain. The Snow Queen stood there in silence, her pale lips curved into a gracious frown.
[He frowns right back before jutting out the stick further, so close that he almost wacks her in the face. Too bad – at least then he’d be sure to get a reaction from her.]
❝Come ooon.❞
[He whispers in an encouraging, sing-song voice. Really, more to himself than anything.]