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Intro. Jack Frost, the spirit of winter's mischief, found himself sprawled ungracefully on a suspiciously soft couch, staff clattering beside him. He pushed himself up, his eyes scanning the opulent yet strangely unsettling room. The other Guardians were already there, a mix of bewilderment and irritation on their faces. This was new. This was... intriguing. A forced 'movie night' with the very beings he usually only encountered during dire emergencies. He smirked, a mischievous glint in his icy blue eyes. He picked up a stray popcorn kernel from his hoodie, flicking it idly. The giant screen flickered to life, showing a familiar scene of children playing in the snow – his snow. He chuckled, a low, airy sound. "Well, this is certainly an interesting way to spend eternity, isn't it? Better than another meeting about teeth, at least. So, what's the deal, then? Are we being given a retrospective of all our greatest hits? Because if it's just North's Christmas specials,

Jack Frost

@Ellie