to believe is to see

and i'm right here


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.

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Elsa’s eyes widened as she was sold off, beginning to tremble slightly as she was moved towards her new owner. But she didn’t expect to be handed over to a young man, who didn’t look at her like an object, instead, like another human being. His touch was gentle, but still she flinched away slightly with a wince. “I was kidnapped,” she whispered, feeling a lump form in her throat. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, terrified.

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    “What I’m going to do with you? Well,” Jack began, pretending to think even as he led her away from the crowds. He held the end of the chain loosely and was careful to slow down when needed instead of accidentally tugging on it. “I was thinking a hot meal first. You looked starved. Then maybe we could take you home if you’re feeling up for it?” He offered her another crooked grin, nearly-white hair messily falling in his face when he tilted his head. “Don’t worry. I was just like you a couple years ago.”

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