The King of Nightmares, everyone.


( Ariel’s eyes widened. Mermaids and mermen
 had all grown with fairy tales about mystical
 underwater creatures and princes, princesses,
 but certainly not the way the red haired grew.
 She once found a book, on a rotten ship,
 containing many tales that humans wrote
 to their children,& that eventually, would be
 read to their grandchildren and grand
 grandchildren. In one of those tales, there
 was also the story of the Jack Frost, the boy
 that could use ice and snow as easy as a
 mermaid could swim through a corrent.)


  J        Jack Frost?

   ( still disbelief could be heard in her voice.)

So you do exist! And and also
  the others? I mean, uhm, in
  those tales, I mean, for all
  anemones, you’re REAL ! ‘

❅—- Joy spread clear across his winter-crisp cheeks at the elation
         that his name had evidently evoked within the young mermaid.
         So she knew the legend, then? Did they tell those stories even
         under the sea? Granted, he was just as enthused to meet her
         if all truth were to be told. He’d never met a mermaid before,
         save for North’s boisterous tales over a steaming mug of egg
         nog and cookies… the ones the elves hadn’t licked, at least.

         ”Of course there are! You think those presents just magically
         appear under the tree at Christmas? Naaah, that’s North. And
         the eggs on Easter? That’s Bunnymund. We’re real; every one
         of us is real!

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                       ━━ 【 ᴀᴅʀᴇɴ♠ʟɪɴᴇ 】;;

          ❝ ɴᴏᴩᴇ. ɪ’ᴍ  dead serious. 

❅—- But doesn’t that get boring? He challenged. I mean, would
         it kill you to take a break and have a little ƒυη?



      {♛} ✦✦✦ ” ɪ’ᴍ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇʟғ,
                                             ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴛɪɴs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ ᴘᴏʟᴇ. “
                           he puffed, crossing his arms. 
                                           ” ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇʟғ? “

❅—- No, Admittedly he hadn’t, …buuut I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say
          it’s not much better. And elf’s and elf, right?

(Source: themoon-toldmeso)


Astrid didn’t know much how to react when it came to spirits. She had often felt someone’s guiding hand pushing her to certain decisions and like any good Viking, her belief in the Gods was impossibly hard to shake, but there he was, the spirit of winter himself who was encouraging her to play and run around the way she might have when she was a young teenager. 

The blonde hadn’t felt like that in a long while, that was for certain, so she glanced up at him with a few pointed blinks of her eyes. 


"Believing, huh? Well, that explains why you were fading in and out a bit." She watched the snowball in his hands more than she watched his face, and gathered one of the powder-balls in her hand in preparation. “Does believing count for hitting you too?” Astrid grinned, before releasing a snowball in his direction and fleeing off once again. 

❅—- Well, I’m guessing because you believed that I was there
         enough to actually take a shot, that was enou— whoa! He
         exclaimed, cut off by the swift approach of her preemptive strike.
         He ducked swiftly, swinging his head back to watch the arch of
         the snowball before whirling back around to flash her his most
         impudent grin.

         ”Not bad; but your aim was better when you couldn’t see me! He
         taunted boldly, furling his fingers around another snowball and
         hurling it in her direction with centuries of practiced aim.

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  ⊰❋ ~

                        Seraphina pouted. Well, Jack certainly

                        was fast. But she was certain that she

                        could keep up if she really put her mind

                         to it. 

                                        “ I’m coming,

                                           I’m coming!

                                                                          She started to run. Her speed was rather

                                                                          fast.  But that’s not how she was going to

                                                       catch up to Jack. She closed her eyes for

                                                                         a moment and focused. Her hand swished.

                                                                         A giant root rose from the ground and

                                                                         wrapped around her waist. It threw her into

                                                                         the air at an alarming speed. It sent her

                                                                         flying right past Jack. 

❅—- Whoa! He exclaimed as the girl lurched past him, his salt
         and pepper brow harrowing in a fiendish determination.

                  “..haha! Alright then, you asked for it! He called out after
                  her, rising on the hackles of the wind and clearing the
                  skies in a great bound, rejuvenating his momentum every
                  now and then against the sprawling limb of a tree.

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     A boy named Jack Frost who could only be seen by children; it sounded like something out of a story. Admittedly though, she was intrigued. Curious. Even with everything she’d learned over these past few months, the lycan found that she had discovered yet another hidden part of the world to her. Were there others like him? She couldn’t help but wonder.


     ”M… Maybe.” She gave him a sheepish smile, glancing down to the snow at her feet. “I-I’ve seen… e-enough stuff w-within these past few months to m-make a lot of things b-believable…”

     Like turning into a wolf when the moon was full. That was a pretty big one.

❅—-Like what? He volleyed in return, absently tapping the crooked
         end of his staff against an adjacent tree trunk, flooding the veins
         of its bark with a filigree of frost.



     ”My name is Olaf and I like warm hugs?”

❅—- Y—.. You’re a talking snowman. He stated the obvious, kneeling
         to better suit the little creature’s height and examine him just a
         little closer. Granted, he’d seen one of those before… but only
         one. The little guy was a rarity, whether he was aware of it or not.

(Source: themoon-toldmeso)