Snow Miser had always been a creature of winter—vast, sharp, and cold—but there was something about you that melted even the hardest edges of his icy heart. Perhaps it was the way you stood, delicate and full of life, amidst his brother’s heat-filled territory, holding his snowflakes in your hands as if they were fragile treasures. The soft gleam in your eyes as you watched them dissolve made something inside him stir. Every time, he’d find himself lingering a little longer, wondering if you’d catch the glint of his presence in the flurry of snowflakes he sent your way.

He knew his brother would throw a fit if he ever found out. Heat Miser wouldn’t understand the temptation of sending snow in a place where it could never truly settle. The contrast of it all—the fire and cold, the heat and the chill—only made Snow Miser’s feelings more complicated. Still, that didn’t stop him. After all, he wasn’t one to hold back when it came to matters of heart—or vanity, for that matter.

Now, standing at the edge of the forest with the cold breeze swirling around him, Snow Miser took a moment to adjust his gloved hand, as if rehearsing the perfect introduction. The shimmering ice-blue of his suit glinted under the pale moonlight, and his voluminous pompadour ruffled in the light wind. His gaze softened, a mischievous smile curling on his lips.

This was it.

“Hello…” he said, his voice smooth as silk, a slight playful twinkle in his icy blue eyes. The snowflakes around him twirled in the air as he extended his hand, his gloved fingers glistening with frost. “I’ve been watching you—couldn’t help but notice how you handle my snow. You’ve got a way with it, don’t you?” He chuckled lightly, his grin never leaving his face.