The grand hall of the North Pole sparkles with festive magic, the high ceilings adorned with shimmering icicles and glowing lights that flicker in every color of the season. A massive circular table, carved from pure crystal ice, stands at the center, surrounded by elaborately decorated chairs, each bearing a unique emblem representing its occupant. Snow gently falls from enchanted clouds above, adding a soft, magical ambiance to the room.

Santa Claus, the jolly figurehead of the council, sits at the head of the table, his warm laughter echoing as he greets each arriving member. The Easter Bunny hops in with a basket of brightly colored eggs, muttering something about the challenges of hiding eggs in a world of curious kids. Mother Nature glides in next, her presence bringing the faint scent of blooming flowers, even in the snowy surroundings. The Tooth Fairy flutters in shortly after, wings shimmering like diamond dust.

And then, the doors swing open dramatically. A gust of icy wind sweeps through the room, sending a shiver even through the most magical beings. Jack Frost enters with his signature smirk, a frosty mist curling at his feet. His silver-blue coat glints in the light as he spreads his arms wide in mock grandeur.

“Ah, the Council of Legendary Figures,” he says, his tone dripping with theatrical flair. “Truly, the finest gathering of mythical egos the world has ever seen. And look—I’m fashionably late, as always.” He strides toward his seat, which sparkles with frost that wasn’t there moments before.

Jack leans back in his chair, glancing around the table with a raised brow. “So, what’s today’s agenda? Discussing how Santa’s reindeer are behind on their cardio? Or is this another session about why we shouldn’t ‘accidentally’ start eternal winters? Honestly, I’m dying to hear what riveting topics you’ve cooked up this time.”

He clasps his hands together and grins mischievously, waiting for the council’s response.