#winter's wonderful steward;; j a c k f r o s t
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"I am the most powerful thing in winter!"
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One thread idea I'd like to explore is Jack Frost here temporarily losing his powers/becoming mortal. I think compared to his romantic counterpart, he'd find it quite terrifying --- but he might get to experience things like Summer.
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Been brainstorming things that could actually hurt this guy, since in most threads he can vanish/teleport/leap around like a grasshopper and I don't want the stakes to always be so low for him. I like to think that if he's in any wintery area, he can hitch a ride on the North Wind and zip around wherever he pleases.
It's his domain and he's at home. However, if he's literally out of his element, say in a Spring-area or man-made city, his power is less so. Summer is a complete no-go zone for him, but he can tolerate Spring to an extent. It'll be no surprise that anything heated, hot, fiery or includes magic of that nature will do great damage to him.
I don't think things like red clothing, iron or salt would keep him at bay, he's not that sort of fairy. (But some spells and protections deliberately made against sprites will keep his nosy self out.)
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Frosty and Crystal: frolicking happily
Jack Frost: absolutely not
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it sets an ache in his old yet spritely heart, to hear that. he'd come from a place where he'd had to scramble for attention among many, many others of his kind - others who were more charming, more sociable, and even now when he was better than he'd ever been, even with the young dragon here, their first meeting had been frosty. It was in his nature to be abrasive and chilly...was it not?
He rubs his wrist against one eye. They do not feel watery, they do not.
He knew what Father Winter would say, that other snow spirits, like Frosty, were better suited to enchanting mortals up close. Your job is to be aloof, he'd say. No shame in that, but...
"I'm not sure what games silly old me would have," he says, but his voice is very wry, "but I don't suppose a dragon knows many snow-people."
And perhaps this talk needed a little something to lighten the mood.
"How about this: you describe something to me, and I try to draw it on this tree. If I can't figure it out, you win, if I do, I win."
“ mm . ” t.abaluga nods , eyeing the relic . it was an old magic , something relating to his draconic heritage , kolk had said . despite the lack of context , it became clear through futile practice that it didn’t want the child to breathe fire . yet .
the dragonling didn’t know how to feel about it . disgruntled , sure , but it was the last piece of his past he knew of . it never hurt him , nor did he feel like it was an oppressive force . a little authoritarian perhaps , but not malevolent . sometimes it even felt like the ring– or some part of it– cared deeply for its bearer . if only it had a mouth to say so …
jack frost’s admission peaks the little dragon’s interest , eyes staying on the spirit as he explains his origins . but isn’t knowing what you are , and having the ability be so , a good thing ? in his worst days , t.abaluga felt like he wasn’t a real dragon … let alone someone who could protect paradise .
yet , the spirit carries it in a way that makes him sound like he knows what he’s talking about . it sounds like something nessaja would say .
“ okay . ” he agrees , though he doesn’t fully understand . can’t he do all these things when he’s all big and grown too ? he sees no reason why he shouldn’t . grown ups don’t do much else when they’re not working , hunting , or nesting , anyway .
“ but you could play with us , if ya want . ” he adds . “ you’re nice . i don’t think any kids wouldn’t wanna NOT be your friend . ”
he may not know what the other meant by ’ figure things out ’ , but if jack frost felt like he couldn’t partake in their games , well– he’d let him know that it wasn’t true !
#winter's wonderful steward;; j a c k f r o s t#drachliebe#𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓾𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮! --- QUE#// Jack Frost: I've only had taba for one afternoon but if anything happened to him i'd freeze everybody and them myself
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Jack Frost is not human, but his existence was nurtured by humans. He's specifically a spirit associated with windows and man-made buildings and how winter interacts with these things. An artist whose work is viewed and adored by people, rather than a spirit in charge of wind, fire, morning dew or budding roses. He's tied to humans in a way some other sprites aren't, which is why he craves their attention and affection. He was literally born from humans' love of winter.
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what specifically named colour do you embody ?
harlequin
you're the life of the party, the one who everyone goes to for a laugh! you find it easy to be around people, and people find it easy to be around you! there are few moments where you don't have a person next to you, and there are few moments where you aren't talking. but... you value the quiet moments more than anyone else- more than any other person alive, you value the solace of solitude, and the ones who stayed the longest and continue to stay longer are the ones who stand beside you in silence as the day moves past you. you value the hard work of friendship, and the dedication of family - found or blood. you are you, before you are anyone else's.
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Jack at first glance could pass as an elf or a fairy, but he's somewhere in between. I call him a sprite; a fae of nature. He's related to fairies and elves, but they have different niches than him. He doesn't strictly have a 'kind' either. There are other element sprites but none really similar to him. But is considered one of the 'fair folk'.
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That chuckle put him on thin ice, pun intended. Jack Frost folded his arms and drummed his gloved fingers along them. Tap, tap, tap.
"A little respect would be nice," he grumbled. "I don't need your follies. You're going to need more than the promise of - of some phoney polite greeting to get your wealth back, duck."
Then he quirks a brow. A grin tugs at his lip; sprites don't often tell mortals such intel, but when it's gossip?
"He's a he all right. As for alive...yes and no. The wind and the being who controls it are often...separate. Right now, he's been stripped of that honour. Now a whole bunch of entities are having a go at steering it. I've been doing it or years."
Try as he might to keep a straight face, Scrooge couldn't help but chuckle. He wasn't trying to disrespect Jack by any means— he'd just forgotten that his reaction to such beings was typically not normal.
"Ah, I'm sorry," said the old duck, adjusting his glasses. A wee smile played across his beak. "See 'em all the time, I'm afraid... What kind of reaction were ye hoping for? I might be rusty on me acting, but I'll see if I can muster one up. One certified almost-genuine McDuck reaction..."
He leaned a bit on his cane, and winked.
"If you'll unfreeze me Moneybin, Sir Frost."
Calm demeanor aside, Scrooge did think this whole thing was very interesting. He'd always wanted to meet Jack Frost, but he wasn't going to say it to his face while under such frustrating circumstances.
"... 'N' what was that y'said about the North Wind bein' a he?" Scrooge tacked on. "Don't tell me the wind's been alive this whole time and I'm just now finding out?"
#winter's wonderful steward;; j a c k f r o s t#castlesncandyapples#𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓾𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮! --- QUE#// miser brother's christmas haha
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Some Jack Frost ideas:
I know I've said it before but I still love how Crystal won Jack here over with pure curtesy and flattery alone, really plays into the 'Fae Rules' where words are as much a weapon as magic.
On another note, Jack Frost makes use of the North Wind. In the Miser Universe, the North Wind is manned by a spirit of the same name, one of Mother Nature's other sons. In this instance, I'd say Jack Frost doesn't own it, but makes use of it. My guess is, there's a lot of both ice and wind entities who handle it depending on the location.
Lastly, I have a little idea in the back of my noggin about how Jack Frost has had a run-in with Heat Miser before, (when he was fairly new) and was lucky to survive.
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Really, Jack Frost?! Prove your power, then!!
not much else to say there, though if one was listening, they'd probably hear a angry splutter before it comes. A sharp inhale, a blast of white and blue that sparkles bright, and the smart-mouthed onlooker is frozen solid, into a statue of cloudy-ice.
"Ha-ha-ha! How's a bout that? Let me know when you wanna thaw out. Hoo-hoo!"
Oh dear, seems they can't speak through all that frost.
#winter's wonderful steward;; j a c k f r o s t#// gremlin pose#//a chance for him to show off his nastier side
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no talk to him he angy
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casually tosses Jack Frost into the 'character never got a childhood' pile
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🍁+ would this jack frost consider being human?
The alternate Jack Frost wanted to become human to be with the woman he loved; when it didn't pan out, he returned to his spirit form. This Jack Frost is different. While people eventually endear themselves to him, I doubt he'd join humanity for them. He loves winter and his part in it. His 'art' is his identity, which is why he was so sore about being 'replaced' by Frosty. To be human would to no longer be Jack Frost.
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begs the question: just how 'immortal' are creatures like Jack Frost, Father Winter, Mother Nature, and so on?
They refer to normal human beings as 'mortals' and indeed compared to them, nature spirits appear deathless. But if Snow Miser and Heat Miser's quelling implies anything, its that they can be hurt, and some stories explore the idea that an immortal being's existence is dependent on people believing in them, or at least, the things they are a part of. (Think Peter Pan's dreaded 'I don't believe in fairies'.)
The other version of Jack Frost was willing to become mortal, and this was no easy feat and everybody thought he was bonkers. There's a narrative in fiction sometimes of a 'trade-off' - that while spirits enjoy long, even endless, life, they miss out on the genuine, intense joys mortality offers, as well as the immaturity and pettiness being deathless causes.
I think there's a power ladder with nature spirits, and Jack Frost is not the most powerful, for all his boasting - fire could probably destroy him, but he himself isn't sure. He's not had to ponder about mortality since he's never been near as much as a candle.
Jack Frost was fully willing to kill Frosty out of jealousy --- but he probably didn't understand just how vile it was until he started hanging out with mortals proper. And maybe a little run-in with a certain fire elemental smartened him up a little bit...
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"Slim pickings there," Frost said, wry as anything. He sees the wings and wonders, again, if its really that simple. Tapping his chin; the manticore drawing fades so that the tree is bare once more; a blank canvas. He wondered if this was how mortals felt about the fae that loved ridddles and games, the kind that usually ended in someone being whisked away. Luckily for the little dragon, Jack was more benign that most.
As for the other beasts, well, guess he had a lot yet to see. If it didn't get too toasty.
A bee appears, then, simple, round, perhaps not accurate to life --- but he hasn't actually seen one himself. Bees are from Spring and Summer, and well, those things he'd only seen in pictures. Humans often tacked faces onto the flowers, too.
"Slim pickings there," Frost said, wry as anything. He sees the wings and wonders, again, if its really that simple. Tapping his chin; the manticore drawing fades so that the tree is bare once more; a blank canvas. He wondered if this was how mortals felt about the fae that loved ridddles and games, the kind that usually ended in someone being whisked away. Luckily for the little dragon, Jack was more benign that most.
As for the other beasts, well, guess he had a lot yet to see. If it didn't get too toasty.
A bee appears, then, simple, round, perhaps not accurate to life --- but he hasn't actually seen one himself. Bees are from Spring and Summer, and well, those things he'd only seen in pictures. Humans often tacked faces onto the flowers, too.
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