❅ {Ｊａｃｋ Ｆｒｏｓｔ}

#[ wow ]#[ haven't been here in forever ]#[ what the hell ]#[ like for a starter ]

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❝I don’t believe anyone can be more grateful than I, sir Frost.❞

A mirroring look of mischief SPARKS within eyes, plays at the corners of thin lips. He had become quite the influence on her; that could be seen at just the right ANGLES if looking in the right places. So regal and poise! Ideal for a Queen. She knew the part now and played it well with such passion. But in the presence of winter spirit, Queenly guise was momentarily set aside. He taught her of joy and F U N. She would live up to it.

At the right times.

He delights in the rare glimpses of mischief he’s able to draw out of her; the flecks of childish wonder coaxed to the surface by his own gift-- his center. A hand strikes up, poised against his chest in an overt and purposefully pompous manner.

❝--Sir? Why, I don’t recall being knighted, your Majesty! But how can I refuse?❞

He grinned, exponentially proud of himself in the most impish fashion as he swung one leg behind the other and dropped down in a regal kneel, entirely prepared to be properly knighted.

#;; snowballs and queue times

bloodrosered asked:

What does your hair feel like? Is it really frozen?

❝Ah, just a little frosty.❞

It was still soft and pliable, torn asunder by the winter wind. But if felt perpetually wet and cold, as though he’d been out a snowstorm his entire life.

#bloodrosered

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ultracold

maximoffchildren

Look closer. What do you see? You have big eyes. Yes! Big eyes. Very big. Because they are full of wonder. That is my center. It is what I was born with. Eyes that have always seen the wonder in everything! Eyes that see lights in the trees and magic in the air. This wonder is what I put into the world! And what I protect in children. It is what makes me a Guardian. It is my center. What is yours?

Source: maximoffchildren

“you can’t be here now.”

❝Says who? Where’s your sense of danger?❞

The last few syllables are a whisper against her ear to emphasize the point, his hands flirtatiously cover the gentle slope of her hips, drawing her back closer against his chest. Her royal subjects may well have been waiting for her address, but her attention was desired elsewhere at present.

“eventually… you just move on.”

Sadness has always sought to consume her, as long as he’s known her. But unlike himself, who has always been able to retain a hold on the positive and reject despair, her resolve has never allowed for such confidence. She is easily won by her anxiety and doubt-- much easier than himself. Sympathy paints his crestfallen expression as he lowers himself to crouch beside her, ice cold fingers rough from centuries of climbing and clasping oak covering her own in a gentle squeeze-- rare evidence of his own tenuous consolidation.

❝...I’ll always come back, Elsa. ...I’ll always be here.❞

easterpookan asked:

"Do it. I dare ya."

His old friend ought to have known better than to be the frosty sprite. Without the slightest shred of hesitation, he kicked the enormous mound of snow loose from the tree branch and all but completely buried the rabbit in its heavy chill.

❝--ha! Guess you’re a snow hare now, eh Cottontaill?!❞

#easter-pooka

“no, i don’t need you.”

He didn’t even know that his heart was still alive enough to feel pain so acutely-- it felt like a searing dagger cutting clean through the ice cold hollow of his chest. His wiry frame staggered backward from the pain he felt so palpably, and for once he wished he was truly so cold that he couldn’t feel anything at all. Emotion bit behind his glassy eyes, but he forced it back-- back behind his impudent wall of childish pride and fierce anger, straight white teeth biting down along the inside of his cheek as he cut his bitter gaze away from her. Frostbitten fingertips drag his hood over frosted locks so sharply she could hear the fabric snap as he turned on his icy heel and abandoned his tenuous hold on the ground, grip white-knuckled around his staff in his barely retrained rage that he always buried his pain and despair beneath.

❝...fine.❞

“actually… i just miss you.”

A lopsided smile is all he rewards her, frostbitten feet kicking out from beneath him to drop down weightlessly beside her-- like the softest snowfall.

❝...what’s to miss, your Majesty? I’m right here~❞

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

He should be grateful for that, he supposed. After all... to most, he’d never existed in the first place. But even so, no matter how much he might cherish the time he had with each child while it lasted... it was still precious little. Time only stopped for him-- but it carried them away. Eventually, they grew too old to believe in myths and legends any longer... in Santa Claus, and the Easter Bunny, and mischievous Jack Frost. And there were always new children to come and fill the void... but there would never be another Elsa once she would inevitably stop believing like all the rest. His smile is grateful for the sentiment... but full with regret and a knowing that she couldn’t possibly understand, because it could only be earned through existing long enough to watch all of those you ever cared for around you fade away beneath the unstoppable waves of time.

❝...and I won’t ever forget you, Elsa.❞

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#[ always promo the elsa bae ]

And even my DARKEST moments, where submission and surrender are all that plague my mind, it is the sun that I seek. A golden light manifesting from the shadows, peering over the horizon of my blurred vision. The day has come to start anew and it will become my SALVATION. For I am a woman that can conquer with this power in my hand and the sun protecting my back from tempting shadows.

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bibliophiliism-deactivated20171

an-exotic-writer

five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
“just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
“really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
“zero fucks given. next please.”

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(JACK):

There’s a bitter venom in her tone, but while it’s clear she’s vying to keep up the appearance that it’s born of detest for him and his childish antics… something in the harsh turn of her heel and the protestation to any proffered aid tells him that it’s truly a dissatisfaction with herself. The scream of the wind dies down as he drifts along beside her, though he no longer fights to catch her gaze; simply allows his old bellowing friend to carry him alongside her self-loathing stride, and there’s a skepticism twined around his tone as his voice lifts over the whistle of the mountain wind.

❝…is that what you really want? …or is it just what you think would be best for everyone else?❞

She could do nothing but halt in her tracks as inquiry processes through mind. His words hit too close to H O M E (tip of a blade pressed to the center of sternum, simply hesitating as it searched for direct location of heart before piercing skin and bone, contacting frail organ; though not even blade could bring forth death), thoughts turning back to that ~~fearful~~ moment in Arendelle just hours prior to where she is now. The FEAR plastered on every visage of her people. Had she not run, the people who wanted nothing more of her than to gaze upon newly crowned Queen with eyes so HOPEFUL, could have faced an ~~UNRULY~~ demise. It would not have taken much… A twitch a single finger. Perhaps even a mere thought that strayed.

So that was her answer. It was wise of monarch to ISOLATE self.

❝You’re so full of elation and revelry. I couldn’t POSSIBLY expect you to understand what it is that I go through. This war I’ve been fighting for most of my life… You have F R E E D O M. Something I’ve only dreamed of having. Why waste it on someone you know nothing about?❞

#secretusreginam #[ how dare you hurt me that way ]

Her words hold very little truth-- though she has no way of knowing just how wrong she is. Just as he can’t know what she’s been through, she couldn’t possibly understand that freedom wasn’t free. True, flight was his escape, and the ability to go wherever he pleased whenever he desired to was something he took joy and solace in. But at the end of the day, he didn’t have anywhere that he belonged. There was no place to call home, no arms to welcome him... no acknowledgement that he even existed. There were days when he questioned whether or not he truly did. There was no pain more profound, no desolation quite like his own... because while he was free, he was also utterly a l o n e .

But she-- she had an entire kingdom full of subjects to call family, a castle to call home... something he craved more than air to breath-- and she was running away from it. He chose not to disclose or correct her-- she didn’t need to hear about him, not yet. This wasn’t about him, he realized. She was in danger of becoming everything that he wished he wasn’t. Frostbitten feet bury themselves in the snow as he abandons the cradle of the bellowing wind to stand before her, passively guarding the path she’d been trudging.

❝...well I know that you care more about the people back there than you do about yourself. And that’s about all I need to know.❞

He assured with a smile, curling his ice cold fingers beneath her own in as gentle a gesture as possible. It was a slow, tentative the way he offered his hands beneath hers, his smile far warmer than his cold, blue countenance should have been able to exude.

❝...your power can’t hurt me. See? ...not even if you tried. ...let me help you learn to control it.❞

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Eyes are quick turn back to him (nearly had she been lost in the captivating view of the scenery before her; sun’s golden rays basking the land, providing warmth and serenity) at his last few words, lips slightly parting enough for air to SLIP through and make way to lungs. It was ~~desperately~~ needed; Queen always found self to be annoyed when she felt a lack of oxygen in her chest. But could monarch be blamed? He caught her off guard.

❝You remembered.❞

Hand slips from position behind ear, gliding across pallid throat and resting on opposite shoulder. Muscles around lips twitch against restraints, though capitulation soon proceeds and smile graces the ~~flawless~~ visage of sovereign woman. Upon waking from O B L I V I O N that morning, mind had indeed shifted to remembering own day of birth. Though it seemed so frivolous at the moment; nothing but another day of the year just like any another. And the thought never crossed her mind again (with the exception of sibling surprising her with precious gifts and cake) for the continuation of the day. Of course until brought up NOW.

It was only when he spoke of it, did it feel like the momentous day it’s MEANT to be. One of celebration and recognition of another year gone by since being was brought unto this world.

#secretusreginam #[ like a fox ]#[ or something I dunno ]

Her shock is, like most things, a great source of amusement for him. He thought it absurd that she should believe he could possibly forget such a day-- a day that marked the most important person in his world achieving extant. He’s not lost in the scenery, but in her-- in the glittering flow of her elegant gown and the way the sun catches her porcelain skin, darkening the freckles that pepper the bridge of her nose, the way her platinum hair catches the sunlight and reflects it back even brighter and more breathtaking than before. She was... meant for him. He truly believed it to be so. The Man in the Moon had granted him this life for a purpose-- and just as well, he trusted that he had created Elsa solely to remain beside him.

Frostbitten fingers brush against her own delicate ones as he settles the little snow globe in her sovereign hands, and his breath is as cold as the grave as it brushes her wrist in its passing as he takes her free fingers up in the cold cradle of his own and bends to assure her.

❝--now, how could I forget?❞

He argues before sneaking an impish peck against the arch of her soft, pallid knuckles. He knew all too thoroughly what being forgotten felt like... being looked through, living only a semblance of existence. North, Bunnymund, Tooth, Sandman... and Elsa. They had liberated him from that damnable oblivion... and he would never take a single breath of theirs for granted.

bloodrosered asked:

Hey, Frostbite, what is your favorite winter prank?

❝Ahaha! --talk about a carpool!❞

#bloodrosered

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His words reached the very DEPTHS of her heart. ‘I knew you could do it.’ Not until this moment was it realized how truly dependent she was on his B E L I E F in her. So long had hope been lost in self. Never a single being to aid in encouragement. And then he was there. Quick to be helpful; refused to give up. Perhaps he didn’t know - still a chance that he was very much aware - but he had pulled her from the A B Y S S she resided in. The only obstacle standing between her and that ~~swallowing~~ darkness. He kept her from submitting and getting to close to the edge.

And she was beyond grateful.

If feasible, the smile ‘pon amaranth lips widened. It was insurmountable to neglect the behavior of heart; a response to the mere sound of the word 'home’ falling from his tongue. Of course, she could not s p e a k for the Guardians, but based from stories told to her, they carried the WORLD on their shoulders – Atlas’s soul may have split from his body and scattered across the world through time to inhabit new vessels; the ~~eternal~~ beings that are the Guardians. The responsibility was unfathomable in her eyes.

As for HOME… How often were they provided a time to themselves? Protecting children. Fending off evil. Being heroes to the world. Surely home was just as important.

❝Nothing compares to home, does it? Especially when you’ve been A W A Y from it for so long.❞

Neck twists ever so slightly to turn head, eyes casting out over the horizon. Lithe digits nonchalantly reach up to grasp hold of stray WISPS of platinum silk, tugging them behind ear as mind wandered. Queen’s place was within her kingdom, that she knew. But home is never a location; it lies with PEOPLE.

Just as he is HOME to her.