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.
❄—- “Not that!” Was he really so dense? Elsa glanced down at the thin sheet of ice that was thickening beneath his bare feet. Never mind that he was able to withstand the cold without shoes — he was able to create ice from nothing. This was ice magic at work, and it was much liker her own. “… Is that — are you a sorcerer?”
“Sorcerer?”
{it was unclear whether he was confused or offended or a combination of both, but he tilted his head to the side and squinted at her.}
“I’m not a sorcerer, kiddo. I’m Winter. Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘Jack Frost nipping at your nose?’”