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He will definitely need patience to deal with Björn - loyal, hardworking and carin as he might be, thinking on his feet is something that he only does when it is absolutely necessary. And when he doesn't have to make very complex decisions or doesn't think that thorough considerations are needed. Which is kind of both happening here.

It's over now, though, as the boy stares at his hand that is now empty. He was right. He must have been. How else could this...

But when he looks up, he doesn't see what he expected to see. At all. That guy - boy, really, they can't be very far apart in age... about Timo's age, most likely - doesn't look at all like the small drawings that they had in the books, or like the descriptions... but he did obviously react to the name, right?

Okay, and this is super awkward, but he just has to make sure, after a long hard stare doesn't answer his question. "Y' 're King Frost?" Or one of the other names, but that was what he used before, and thinking back it must have worked...

"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.

Blink. "Y' 're English?" Or at least 'Jack' seems to imply that, doesn't it? That or American.

Sorry, Jack, he is too baffled to play by this development, at least for the moment. He always thought that the personification of the winter and the northern wind and northern lights and so on would be from the north - northern Finland or Norway or Sweden, maybe Iceland or even Greenland (though now that he thinks about it, Siberia, Alaska and the northern parts of Canada work too, they just weren't on his mental map back then). To have them be English...

He switches to English, the language of movies and the internet coming to him easily. And remembers his manners, because his mother always tells him that it is rude to just stare and not do anything, so he tries his bad to not make a bad first impression. After all he has been wanting to meet this man - boy - almost-adult! (since that is what he himself is, ignore the part where he is talking to a children's story right now) for years.

A hand will be offered, and, picking his words carefully, not wanting to embarrass himself, he asks: "Björn. 's nice t' meet y'."

Jack snorts at the assumption, dropping the snowball and leaning on his staff. "American, actually." Seriously, he'd rather stand and talk than have a fight? That's a bit of a disappointment. Maybe this is why the others focus their attention on younger children.

Still, any believer is good, and that's why Jack leans in to take the boy's hand, with just a little bit of hesitation. He can't remember the last time he shook hands with someone like this. It must have been before he died - if he ever did at all. It's just then that he notices the boy's height. Honestly, he's more like North than a kid!

So he keeps the handshake brief, but grins as he pulls back. "So you like to ski? How do you feel about a race?" Not that Jack has skis, but he can always make himself an ice path to skate along. He just wants to play, okay?

Well, those are important questions! You can't just take his childhood and turn it upside down and then expect him to not ask questions. He simply nods at that, though; it's sufficient. Even though he wonders why someone like that would be from America (and he will just assume America proper, because most Alaskians that he knows speak of their state instead of their country)

The handshake will be firm but not unnecessarily long, and at the suggestion Björn nods and starts to stand back on his skis and fasten them to his shoes again. "'ren't racing skies." No skaters, that is. By which he means, he won't be nearly as fast as he could - but a good challenge is still nice and he will have lots of fun racing. Not that it will be all too visible.

And then he throws a pointed look at Jack's feet. He could totally imagine someone who is able to run around barefoot in the snow to be able to conjure skies out of thin air, but if he is planning on that, he should maybe do it soon.

"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.

Björn throws a questioning glance at the bare feet and the ice, trying to estimate the speed of the other but falling short because so many variables are lacking. He finally settles for just nodding.

It is odd - Jack feels like he's known him for a long time somehow, and at the same time like someone whom he... should not know. And then the thing about not having seen him until he knew that he was there... if he can, he might ask later.

But now they will race, and he will shortly nod towards his opponent. "Go!" And then use the disadvantagous traditional-and-not-skating skies to gain as much speed as possible.

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