Party Crasher// rapunzel-the-lost-princess
rapunzel-the-lost-princess
It was a beautiful winter night. The moon was full, shining down it's beautiful iridescent glow on the snow kissed streets of Corona. Jack was busying himself in painting breathtaking portraits of frost over each window while the residents of this small kingdom participated in the event of a life time.
Princesses-whats-er-faces suitor ball.
He never really payed much attention to the affairs of petty mortals. There stories were boring and useless, more often than not he would blink his eyes and it would be another century.
But...the story he was overhearing while painting these frosted murals was...interesting.
Apparently princess cupcakes (nicknamed as the winter spirit could not care enough to hear her actual name) possessed some unique magical healing ability. She was kidnapped as a child, locked away in a tower for eighteen years before someone found her. (Jack could only laugh at the incompetence of these mortals for loosing the girl in the first place. Eighteen years and no one thought to check the creepy towers in the woods? Classic.)
That 'someone' happened to be a wanted theif. The details from then on got a bit fuzzy, apparently several various rumors were being spread. The theif rescued her, the theif traded her for ransom, the theif died protecting her...either way the theif was long gone from this world, leaving the isolated princess to see the world for herself.
This ball was supposed to be a sort of coming out party for her. Showing the lost princess off to the world. The more that Jack heard about this party, the more offended he became that he, the great spirit of winter incarnate, was not invited!
So Jack, classy as ever, decided to invite himself.
Work done for the evening and kingdom pleasantly frosted over, the walking blizzard made his way toward this palace in hopes to stir up a bit of fun while he was there. Of course, he couldn't exactly burst in with his natural spiritual divinity. It would only cause a ruckus and most likely end in a monster hunt.
And though those were always fun, Jack decided to go for a more simple touch of mischief and slipped into the crowd of awaiting guests disgused and undetected.
He shed his beautiful wintry features, opting for something more human, but equally beautiful. White hair turned to a beautiful chestnut brown, pale skin melting to the color of ivory. Glowing silver eyes that burned with all the power of winter simmered into a cool icy blue. But even with these more human-esc features, the winter rogue stood apart from the crowd.
His features were angular and beautiful, body tall and lean with simple defined muscles. He walked with divine grace, each movement purposeful, kissed by the moonlight. But the classic impish smirk never left his features.
Upon being greeter and asked for a name and title, Jack decided to go all out in playing his part. After all, it was only for one night. "Prince Jackson Frost of North Overland."
Oh yes, this was going to be fun.