"Uh, well, I normally go by Jack Frost, but King'll do." Jack says, grinning. He can feel the warm buzz that only comes from being in the presence of a believer. He feels warm and wanted and alive and it's a wonderful feeling that he doesn't think he'll ever get used to, no matter how many people believe in him.

He scoops up another snowball and tosses it in his hand, a playful grin on his lips. "So do you have a name too?" Because, hey, a snowball fight is even more fun when the other party can see you, and it's been a while since he got to play with someone his own (apparent) age.