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[_to_the_bone]

There's a rather self satisfied Frost in the bar.

Winter is coming along nicely, if he does say so himself.

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[whitewitch_thea]

"It is your element, this time of year. Is it not?" A soft voice floated up from the corner. Should he turn, he may see the light glint off a wine glass.

[_to_the_bone]

"Hello Cruel Thing."

With three feet of snow blanketing the ground, Jack is a good deal calmer nowadays.

[whitewitch_thea]

"Hello frost-child." She countered, swirling her glass, seemingly fascinated by the patterns of light.

"Have you been well?"

[_to_the_bone]

"Is there snow?"

Yes.

"And you?"