"That's okay, neither are these." Jack grins as he wiggles his bare toes at Björn. But as he puts his foot back down the snow under his feet turns to ice, thick and solid and smooth, perfect for skating along. With his staff as well, Jack reckons they should at least be fairly even. Or at least, as even as a boy can be when racing Jack Frost in the snow. He could probably form ice skis if he wanted to, but he's never tried it before, and he's confident like this. If he did that, he'd have to learn to ski as well!

He puts an arms reach between them so that his ice doesn't get in the way of Björn's skis and stretches his back, staff holding him in place on the newly formed ice under his feet. "Ready?" He asks, grinning. It's been a long time since he raced someone who could race back.