eachdraidh | first snowball ❅ video (open to both courts; post feast)

[There's a boy with white hair, quite obviously rather young however, staring with eyes blue and wide, a curiosity coursing through him as he peeks through closely. There's a moment where he seems quite anxious, as if he's unable to speak, but as he pulls back, it passes fast, a notable smile blooming suddenly on his face. The video shakes from his apparent bouncing, peering into the locket with nervous excitement.]

Hello! The name's Jack Frost, and if you can hear me, if you can see me—I really hope you can see me—please say something, anything, really.

[Fifteen years and he's only ever spoken to another spirit or two. Oh, how he longs for conversation! To be able to hear responses to questions, laughter towards his jokes, anything to let him know that he's heard, that he's seen.

He lifts a hand, hesitating for a beat before a small wave of frost lifts from his finger tips and he blows it forward. A hearty laugh soon follows, quite pleased with the act.]

I don't know much about what's going on out there, but I've got a huge stash of ammo for the best snowball fight you'll experience in ages. Heck, we can even go ice skating or sledding! We'll slide down hills or even mountains of snow. Anything goes.

[His smile grows ever wider with talk of his plans, a slight excited laugh escaping him as he continues to gaze with delight.] Look, wherever you are, it doesn't matter—I can get you one of the best snow days of your life. You'll have a blast. I promise.

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Make the most of what? I was dragged here in a sack, I don't know where my dragon is, and I've been told I can't leave because there's some magical shard lodged in my chest.

[ It's not the best day he's ever had, admittedly. ]

I have things to do back home, Jack, I can't throw snowballs around and just forget about the fact my home is in danger. I don't know what you were doing before you got here but, in case you hadn't noticed, some of this fairy-war stuff is overly stressful.

[He's silent for a while. He forgets that some people actually have a home to go back to. This may be a war zone, but it's the best he's got.]

Right. Never mind I said anything, Hiccup. You just do your thing and I'll do mine, I guess.

Great. Have fun, I really mean that. Someone should.

[ Off goes the locket, and Hiccup will go to the forge to hit things with a hammer for a while. He knows he's taking out his frustrations on Jack, but right now he can't dredge up the ability to care; not without Toothless safe, and not so far from home.

So, an anvil and scalding metals being forced to bend to his will it is. At least he'll have some control over whatever he decides to make. ]

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