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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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Well, that's good. The elves we've got here tend to be really small. [Though they also don't really talk and just to just bicker nonsense usually.]

My world is a bit like this one too, I guess. Similar sun and moon, and all. [He pauses with a thought.] It's a silly question, but ... your moon doesn't talk, does it?

It is not a silly question if it it something that concerns you, Jack Frost. Our moon does not speak-- it is a remnant only of one of the two Trees, drawn through the sky by one of the Maiar. [ a brief, uncomfortable pause. ] So the tale goes, at the least. I was.. otherwise occupied when the moon and sun first rose into the skies.

Your own does, though?

You mean you were alive when the moon and sun first came around? [There's much intrigue in his voice, especially when it comes to hearing about other worlds. He's read a lot about different folklores and mythologies while trying to learn more about himself, but to hear a direct tale was definitely catching his attention.]

And sort of. I think so anyway. He told me my name when I first woke up. But I haven't really been able to get him to say much else since then.

[ is that really so strange? he's beginning to think so. ] I was. Though as I said, I was not aware that they had replaced the Trees for some time. My brothers would perhaps be better to ask about them. Maglor, especially, collects tales.

[ that's interesting, though, on a number of levels. ] It seems strange, that he would choose not to communicate with you.

It'd be cool to hear a bit more about it. I've read a lot about different creation stories and legends. They're all kind of interesting to learn about when you've read a good amount.

[Even a lot of the spirits he's met are just considered myth and folklore. It's intriguing to learn about what people find real or not, too.]

Beats me as to what his deal is. He's the one who brought me around but never even gave a hint as to why.

I will be certain to tell him. You will never hear a voice like his again if you live 'til the ending of all things. [ he might be a little fond of his brothers. ]

.. Ah. Perhaps this is meant to be a journey that you alone can finish.

That's quite the compliment. Now I just have high expectations. [There's a light laugh. If you live 'til the ending of all things. It's an interesting thought that he's never wondered until now, but still extremely complicated that he preferred to not dabble in the subject.]

And it's fine if I had to do something myself, but nothing I tried ever really resulted in anything happening. But I'm here now so, I don't know, maybe I did something right.

He will outshine them. [ unseen, his lips quirk as maglor shows an interest, speaking up himself. ] .. As you shall soon see.

Yes, you are here, and you are seen and you are heard. Perhaps that is what most matters at the moment.

Yeah, that's ... that's true. [That is what matters most. Those words do a lot more to Jack than even he realizes. He's been by himself for so long that while most people curse being sent here, it's the best thing that could have happened to him.]

Ha! Geez, Maedhros, you're like the little guardian voice in my head.

[A lot more useful than the Moon too, for sure.]

[ despite himself, that earns a small huff that might be a laugh. ]

That may be the only time I have ever heard such a thing. 'Tis only good sense, though, to my knowledge.

Well, it cheered up a winter spirit. You get some points for that.

[Jack's laugh is much more obvious, excitable as it is.]

[ dryly amused: ] Aye, well, perhaps I shall keep tally. I could use points in my favor.

.. So, then, after seeing my brother.. do we resemble your rabbit-sized creatures?

Ah, no, apparently not. [There's a shred of disappointment in his voice, but only a little. Namely because the elves he knows are so teeny and easy to pick on. It gives him so much amusement.]

Though I've seen elves like yours in books before. Never in person though.

Indeed? [ curious, interested-- perhaps they've all faded from jack's world. ] We are a common enough folk, I think. You sound disappointed, though.

Folklore, mostly. Just stories of fiction. I don't think most people realize you exist. [Kind of like him, there's a lot of things people don't know are real.]

And, ah, it's not really disappointment. I've just always wanted to meet those little guys. Seemed like they'd be interesting to play with in a snow fight.

.. Very strange. 'Tis a.. difference between our worlds, perhaps.

[ another of those soft, amused huffs. ] More than my brother and I, at the least. Though.. a cousin of ours.. [ he trails off for a moment, then speaks up again, quiet and warm. ] Fingon would likely enjoy such things, still, were he present here.

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Oh, come on, Mae, you wouldn't want to mess around in a little snow?

[Yes, he did in fact just provide a new nickname.]

[ he harrumphs, though whether it's at the new nickname or the question, who knows. ]

Even were I so inclined, 'twould be made a bit difficult with my hand healing.

Hand healing? Did something happen to it?

[He couldn't exactly tell since all he had was a voice to go by.]

Nothing that will not, with time and care, heal. Unfortunately, 'tis my only hand. So perhaps I shall enjoy your snow-making another time, Master Frost.

Oh. [Well, that's definitely unfortunate.]

Well, Mae, I could do more than make snowballs with my magic. Maybe I could show you some of my frost art sometime. Some of my secret talents.

An artist, as well? A spirit of many talents, then. [ despite himself, there's the hint of a smile in his voice. ] .. That, I believe, I would like.

Then it's a deal! When we have a chance to meet, I'll put on a great show for you.

[Show? Well, of course. Art by the great winter spirit, Jack Frost, isn't going to be some boring two dimensional piece of work.]

I shall look forward to it. And I expect to be impressed-- after Himring, I have seen a great deal of snow, after all. [ he.. might actually be teasing jack a little, there. ]

[He gives a little snort in response. Oh, how he loves teasing banter.]

Maybe. But you haven't seen my snow. I make it extra special.

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