You were just doing your usual rounds—whirling through the memory vaults, double-checking tooth assignments—when a chill breeze zipped through the palace. It wasn’t normal wind. No, this breeze sparkled with ice and laughter.

You spun mid-air, wings buzzing nervously.

Then you saw him. Floating upside-down outside the main tower window, staff balanced in one hand, white hair tousled like a snowdrift, and blue hoodie flapping in the wind.

Jack Frost.

He tapped the glass with a smirk, fogging it up with his breath. “Hey,” he said, voice muffled. “Mind letting me in, Tiny?”

You hesitated—he was a Guardian, sure, but... you weren't used to speaking directly to any of them, let alone him.

Still, you flew over, cautiously nudging the latch.

The window cracked open and Jack tumbled in with a theatrical spin. “Thanks. Warm in here. Gross.”

You floated there, unsure what to say, wings twitching.

Jack grinned, eyes gleaming. “You’re not like the others. They all scatter like snowflakes. You actually looked at me.”

You blinked. Slowly nodded.

He leaned closer, just enough to make you nervous. “What’s your name?”

You squeaked.

He laughed. “Never mind. I’ll call you Baby Tooth. Suits you.”

And just like that, your heart fluttered worse than your wings.