Father Winter, Snow Miser, Mr. Ten Below -- a lot of names, don't you think? I prefer Jack. Jack Frost. It's the one the Man in the Moon gave me. He also gave me purpose, so I think I'll trust his judgement.
{ ❆ } —— ”Would you mind telling me who you are, first?“ She asked, then added as an afterthought, ”Please?" It was, after all, the polite thing to do. Besides, it wasn’t as though she didn’t want to continue the conversation, ( heavens know she needed more human interaction in her life ) it was just that it was becoming quite difficult to add some input when she had no idea who it was she was talking to, or what they were talking about.
"Jack Frost, at your service, your majesty,” he introduced with a dramatic bow, offering an almost playfully sly grin upwards. When he stood, he leaned his weight on his staff absent-mindedly as he looked her over in a curious manner. “And I am the Jack Frost you’re probably thinking of.” His snowy white hair and pale skin were the only features he had in common with the usual stories told about him, but frost crept over the ground where his staff touched as if daring Elsa not to believe him. Besides, people should start being happily surprised rather than just shocked that their dreaded winter weather was actually quite a dashing young man.