((Merida can't see Jack at the moment, because while she believes in magic and other beings, she doesn't know anyone is there, while suspicious, and she doesn't know to believe in any specific spirit of winter and frost, she's probably read a folktale about Jack Frost though.))
Merida suddenly felt a chill in the air that wasn't there before and visibly shivered. "You ever get the feelin' you're being watched, Angus?" Merida joked with her horse to calm herself from the chill. Angus responded responded with a muffled neigh as if he couldn't care less.
"It's not too late, Ah don' think, but what Ah wouldn't give for the wisps to at least ligh' a path. If not to the castle, at least that old witch's cabin." Not that she was interested in going there again, she didn't fancy any more of her magic, the old hag had an obvious, and sometimes unpleasant, obsession with bears, but she could at least divine a path from that landmark.
Merida dismounted Angus and held his reigns in her hand as she began to get a better look at their surroundings. Pulling her cloak more securely around her to fight off that strange chill. She was more alert on her feet and you never knew there were those stories of the fae whisking lost travelers into Faerie or spirits causing mischief, Merida was ready to believe in more than just magic after she bargained that spell off the witch.