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

[icy]

Hey, what happened to ol' Jokul? I am technically one of your gods, excuse you. Tiny Viking must pay homage to the great ... frost guy.

I am offended. This is me, given offense. By you.

[flightsuit]

I told you. I'm one of the most offensive people you'll meet. Clear reputation with prompting tight shaking fists of frustration.

[SMUG MASTER AIN'T TAKING IT.]

What kind of offering would the godly spirit want anyway?

[icy]

Whatever the other gods get from you. Twice over.

[ GET OUT OF THAT ONE. ]

[flightsuit]

[He crinkles his nose up a bit at that.]

Really don't think that's what you want. Unless you're okay with just sticking to the prayers.

[icy]

What would you say to Thor? Just say it to me, I go way back with those guys, it's fine. Trust me.

[flightsuit]

[At least he doesn't have to deal with the old style of animal sacrifices.]

Oh, you're buddies with Thor, huh? Got a good rep with all the other big shots too?

[icy]

Yes. [ Sniffing loftily. ] The whole bunch! Odin and ... the other guys. Mostly Odin, obviously. I'm pretty important.

[flightsuit]

Really? Sounds like I've pegged you wrong this entire time. Forgive me, o' mighty Jokul Frosti. I've been your horrid, unfaithful follower. I've been blinded by the taint of this strange world.

[icy]

You're forgiven, I suppose. Bring me a jar of jam or Nutella and we'll call it quits.

[flightsuit]

Oh, good. Just give me a second to google Nutella.

[The life of an old fogey.]

[icy]

It's an extremely important ingredient when it comes to appeasing your almighty gods.

[flightsuit]

[Don't mind him fidgeting with the phone as he does his research.]

"A delicious hazelnut spread that contains quality ingredients, such as skim milk and a hint of cocoa, that moms can serve as part of a balanced breakfast"? Is that what this is? I'm playing "mom" for you?

[icy]

The slot's open if you want it, pal.

[ fghyjukil. ]

[flightsuit]

[Cracking up, Hiccup almost drops the phone.]

Take note, this isn't the sort of relationship gods and spirits usually have with people.

[icy]

I'm not the usual kind of guy you meet around. For now, ciao!

[ Saluting him, he jauntily cuts the connection. CATCH HIM AROUND IF YOU CAN, VIKING BOY. ]