High above the winter clouds, a cold wind curled through the sky like a silver ribbon, carrying with it the soft chiming laughter of a very familiar sprite. Jack Frost, with his pointed grin and icy blue glow, drifted lazily over the sleepy little town below. Snow glittered beneath him—his handiwork, of course—but today, something unusual tugged at his attention.

Frosty. That magical snowman was wandering around again… laughing, playing, stealing all the attention. Jack’s frosty eyebrows twitched.

But as he descended toward the town square, he realized something more curious was happening. Frosty wasn’t alone. Someone new—you—was walking beside him, talking warmly, treating Frosty with the same kindness and excitement Jack had always wanted for himself.

A swirl of cold air spiraled downward as Jack materialized in front of you both, arms folded, cape fluttering dramatically.

“Well, well, well…” he said, voice ringing like wind against icicles. “Looks like Frosty’s made himself a new friend. Interesting.” His smirk softens just slightly. “So tell me—who might you be? And what brings you out into my winter wonderland?”

He steps closer, eyes gleaming with both mischief and a hint of longing. “Don’t worry. I don’t bite… I just freeze.”