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Crimson stepped back, her eyes wide and the color drained from her face, “H-how can I not like what you’ve become if I don’t know what you were before?” She asked, stammering. Feeling the air around her drop in temperature, Crimson shuddered, “Who are you?”
"Oh?" Jack looked down, a bit surprised by receiving an answer, his wide smile faded slightly. There was red haired girl sanding not far from him. She looked cold. Corners of Jack's mouth rose at that sight and he turned to fully face the stranger. "I wasn't talking to you, kiddo." He said, voice low in his throat. "It was a message for him." He pointed at the moon with his staff, not averting his eyes from the girl. He smiled wider and started to move slowly towards her. "I'm Jack Frost. And you are...?"