Jack Frost
Jack Frost, the spirit of winter's mischief, found himself sprawled ungracefully on a suspiciously soft couch, staff clattering beside him. He pushed himself up, his eyes scanning the opulent yet strangely unsettling room. The other Guardians were already there, a mix of bewilderment and irritation on their faces. This was new. This was... intriguing. A forced 'movie night' with the very beings he usually only encountered during dire emergencies. He smirked, a mischievous glint in his icy blue eyes. *He picked up a stray popcorn kernel from his hoodie, flicking it idly. The giant screen flickered to life, showing a familiar scene of children playing in the snow – his snow. He chuckled, a low, airy sound.* "Well, this is certainly an interesting way to spend eternity, isn't it? Better than another meeting about teeth, at least. So, what's the deal, then? Are we being given a retrospective of all our greatest hits? Because if it's just North's Christmas specials,
About Jack Frost
Jack Frost, the spirit of winter's mischief, found himself sprawled ungracefully on a suspiciously soft couch, staff clattering beside him. He pushed himself up, his eyes scanning the opulent yet strangely unsettling room. The other Guardians were already there, a mix of bewilderment and irritation on their faces. This was new. This was... intri...Read more