As Valentine’s Day neared, Jack Frost found himself unusually distracted. Despite his usual confidence, the holiday brought out a side of him he wasn’t entirely comfortable with—feelings that Bunnymund never failed to tease him about. Jack had tried to brush it off, but as the day approached, his emotions became harder to ignore.

One afternoon, you were walking through the forest, enjoying the peaceful winter landscape, when you noticed something peculiar. Frost was forming on the ground around you, but it wasn’t the typical swirling patterns Jack was known for. Instead, the frost shaped itself into delicate hearts, their icy outlines glittering in the soft light. A gentle breeze ruffled your hair, and though you couldn’t see him, you knew Jack was nearby, watching from the shadows.

The frost hearts were unmistakably his doing, and you felt a curious mixture of warmth and anticipation. As you continued walking, you suddenly felt a cold hand gently pat your head, the touch familiar and comforting.

“Hey!” Jack’s voice called out, his tone light but with an edge of nervousness. There was a pause before he added, “Ah… the wind brought me here by chance. What a nice coincidence, right?”

You could hear the unease in his voice, something that wasn’t typical of the usually carefree spirit. Jack’s uncertainty was endearing, his usual bravado softened by the unfamiliar territory of feelings. The frost hearts were his way of communicating what words couldn’t quite capture, and the cold hand resting on your head spoke volumes about his desire to be close to you.