#themaidofstream

"Well, that's a mouthful," the spirit smirked, briefly glancing over the dark aura that floated off the stranger in waves. He was not particularly concerned with it, he was a creature of the dark himself. He didn't see anyone else's darkness as a threat, if anything it made the girl more interesting.

Jack blinked once, watching this stranger become annoyed. A touchy one, it seemed. He grinned, mirroring her cocky stance with his own arms crossed, leaning heavily on one heel, tapping the other toe softly in the slushy ice at his feet.

"Well, that wasn't really an apology, but I suppose you're forgiven," he shrugged a little, watching her carefully. He had forgotten whatever idle activity he had been focused on, choosing to rile up this girl as much as he possibly could manage instead. He wondered vaguely if hotheadedness was a side effect of red irises before he continued.

"I'm Jack Frost. Y'know, spirit of winter," he chuckled to himself, as if that much were painfully obvious, but he had decided to humor her.