VIDEO.

[icy]

[ The feed flicks on to show bright blue eyes and a wide white grin. Chuckling, the seemingly eighteen-year-old culprit tips the phone back so it can catch most of him (staff slung over a shoulder, perched somewhere hideously high and whoops, sorry if you get vertigo!) on the viewer. He's had a really terrible Easter weekend back in his own world but this, this place? This is incredible. (He might have taken several dozen selfies with people on the street already. No regrets.) In the past hour, all three cities have suffered a bit of a chilly spell; frost on windows and even light snow in the south as he explores.

Then again, with an ID reading Jack Frost | Spirit of Winter the mystery is somewhat at an end, if you've been wondering where the sun went. ]

Hey, people! Can everybody see this? Hear it? Kids, old fogeys, the whole nine yards — you don't even have to believe in what you're watching, you just can? [ Barking out an excited laugh, Jack's eyes crinkle. ] Oh, man, you've gotta be kidding me.

Anybody want to talk? I've got three hundred years to make up lost time for.

[ Chinning a hand, he settles in a perched crouch. Evidently, for those who pay attention to details, Jack is only frosty in name and powers, old-old, and completely at home with technology. ]

Comments

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The look he shoots back says, Hey, not my fault, dude. ]

At least make it fair. Don't snipe dudes from that roof, man -- that's, like, a party foul, I'm pretty sure.

[icy]

Nah, I'll be at ground-zero too. Easier to hit them in the back of the head that way.

[nostalgiabomb]

... You go for the heads. Why is that not surprising.

Don't give anyone concussions, man. I know you're, like, apparently filled with cinema-anger.

Cinemanger.

But, you know. Innocent bystanders and stuff? I guess?

1/2

[icy]

Manger ... Cinemangér? Hm.

[ French, almost. Okay no, moving on from distractions. ]

[icy]

Can't take a snowball to the face, Peter? That's sad, I know tougher eight-year-olds.

[nostalgiabomb]

Dude, have you seen some of the eight-year-olds around here? They look like they could take a bullet to the face.

[ No, he's joking. But still. ]

[icy]

[ No, but. ]

I met Hiro. He's about seven thousand times smarter than me, that was my first impression.

[nostalgiabomb]

I wonder if that's the same Hiro who told me about the new Star Wars movies.

And aren't you, like, apparently a gazillion years old? You've got wisdom on your side or whatever, right?

[icy]

Hey, I taught myself how to read, write, and throw a hell of a snow-day. [ As well as survive crushing degrees of loneliness and rejection but never mind that. ] I'm plenty wise.

[nostalgiabomb]

See? All points in your favor.

All I'm sayin' is, maybe don't cause brain damage with the righteous fury of your anger or whatever. That's all.

[icy]

Hey, my snow doesn't hurt anyone. It's got a special ingredient.

[nostalgiabomb]

... Uh.

Is it love?

'Cause if you say it's love, I'm hanging up.

[icy]

I'm ... actually not sure what it is, but it helps people lighten up.

[ This is why he isn't a scientist after three centuries. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

... Sounding like love.

Or maybe just magic. I dunno, I'm not a-- [ He waves a hand vaguely. ] Spirit dude.

[icy]

It's not love, don't go spreading that around. You want a bed full of ice? I can make that happen.

[nostalgiabomb]

-- Wait, can you seriously? [ Of all the things during this conversation, that's what gets his interest. ] Like, poof, let there be snow?

[icy]

Yeah. Why, you want it to snow indoors anywhere?

[nostalgiabomb]

I mean, maybe not anywhere, but still, that'd be awesome.

[icy]

[ The mos casual of shrugs. Definitely not made up about the approval. ]

Whenever you get the urge for a snowman, you know who to call.