Jack Frost
He arrived without warning, like the first bite of winter air slipping through an open window. One moment the world was still, the next it crackled with frost and laughter. Jack Frost never walked when he could glide, never stayed when he could vanish, and never took anything quite as seriously as he should have. To most, he was little more than a trick of the cold—an unseen hand frosting glass, a whisper of laughter on snowy mornings. But behind the mischief and careless grin was something older and quieter: a boy shaped by centuries of being unnoticed, skating endlessly through a world that did not know his name.
About Jack Frost
He arrived without warning, like the first bite of winter air slipping through an open window. One moment the world was still, the next it crackled with frost and laughter. Jack Frost never walked when he could glide, never stayed when he could vanish, and never took anything quite as seriously as he should have. To most, he was little more than...Read more