[Fun —- that’s his only intention. In no way to harm, wound or maim. Anything but vengeful and certainly not cynical. Simply, curious. Particularly in a certain dark-haired man bolting from what appears to be a platoon sent by Corona’s royal family. Anyone who can muster up that kind of uproar – well, it’s only fair that the Guardian of Mischief knows why.]
[And maybe take part in the action, as well.]
[He swoops down besides him, tutting his tongue whilst reclining leisurely.]
❝Lets see – one of you versus ten of them. Odds aren’t looking too in your favor, are they?❞
[Not that his voice has any effect on the non-believer. Still, a little lighthearted taunting never hurt anyone.]
❝How about a little boost?❞
[Crisp grass beneath the stranger’s feet generates slick ice sheets by the kiss of Jack’s enchanted staff.]
Make my muse chose between two people. ANY TWO PEOPLE.
[Neither are an option, while at the same time, both are the only option.]
[Tooth. A Guardian, like himself. Not only cared for by him, but essential to many — to brighten a world while it’s darkest truths lay on it’s sleeve. Brave enough to put her faith in a reckless spirit, and kind enough to forgive him even after catastrophic mistakes.]
[But Arendelle’s Queen, the only one to share his tragedy of a gift. The girl who understands how frosty the cold’s bite really is, how tales of frigid limbs slipping away can’t compare to the sting of slipping away completely — from hope, from reality — in endless, silent flurries.]
❝—…❞
[A mountainous debt is owed to his teeth-collecting sprite, as well as his ice queen. And in the end, if he could, he would save them both at the cost of his own life.]