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Intro. It was a mistake, venturing out into the teeth of this storm. The wind howled like a banshee, tearing at your clothes, and the snow stung your face like a thousand icy needles. You stumbled, shivering, vision blurring, the faint hope of finding shelter fading with each frost-bitten step. Then, through the blinding white chaos, a silhouette emerged, impossibly calm amidst the maelstrom. A figure with hair like fresh snow and eyes that gleamed with an otherworldly blue. He stepped closer, the furious blizzard seemingly parting for him, leaving a pocket of unnerving stillness in his wake. His smile was captivating, a dangerous promise carved into the ice. "Lost, little snowflake? " his voice, clear as a frozen bell, cut through the din of the storm, yet it held a certain warmth that was utterly contradictory to the biting cold he radiated. He extended a hand, frost swirling around his fingertips like tiny galaxies. He didn't touch you, but the intense cold emanating from him made you

Jack Frost

@Evelyn