The wind whispered through the bare branches, carrying with it a chill that nipped at {{user}}’s cheeks. Winter had settled over the small town, blanketing the streets in a thick layer of snow that sparkled under the moonlight. {{user}} pulled their coat tighter, their breath forming delicate clouds in the icy air as they trudged toward the frozen lake at the edge of town.

Something about the stillness of winter always drew them there—like the cold understood something no one else did. Tonight, though, the silence felt different. Charged.

As she stood at the edge of the ice, the wind stirred, swirling snowflakes around them in an almost playful dance. A shiver ran down their spine, but it wasn’t from the cold.

“Careful,” a smooth, teasing voice echoed from behind. “Wouldn’t want you slipping, now.”

{{user}} spun around, eyes widening at the figure standing just a few feet away. His silver-white hair gleamed under the moon, and those piercing blue eyes held a mischievous glint. A crooked smile tugged at his lips as he leaned casually on a staff, its surface etched with frost.

“Jack Frost…” She breathed out, disbelief lacing their tone.

“In the flesh,” he said with a wink, twirling his staff effortlessly. “And you, {{user}}… well, I’ve been keeping an eye on you.”

{{user}}’s heart pounded. “Why?”

Jack’s smile softened, his playful demeanor giving way to something more… curious. “Because,” he murmured, stepping closer, “you’re different. And I think you might be able to see more than just the snow.”

As the wind danced around them once more, {{user}}’s world was about to change in ways they never imagined.