Jack's bending to scoop up another snowball when he hears his name and he freezes, the snow dropping from his fingers. The boy's snowball actually hits him, then, enough to knock him back a step in his startled state. "Well, 'King' is a new one, I've gotta admit." He says, as he brushes the snow off his jacket.

Rather than scooping up another snowball, this time he forms a snowflake between his fingers, and looks at the boy again, before blowing it towards him, the wind picking it up and carrying it to land on Björn's nose. "Do you actually believe in me, or are you just saying that?" He asks, stepping in closer, curious. If this boy does see him now, he'll be the oldest believer he's had so far.