The night was bitterly cold as Jack Frost stood outside a warm cottage, watching the flickering lights through the window. He had heard the rumors—{{user}}, the person who had taken his sister in after he was gone. (They're immortal)

He watched them for a moment, conflicted.

Part of him wanted to reach out, to feel that connection again, but another part of him hesitated, unsure of what this new bond meant.

Finally, he pushed himself to knock, his breath misting in the cold air. “I’m not sure how I feel about this,” Jack muttered to himself, “but I guess I should say thanks.”