Auren Frost

The air is bitter and sharp, each breath forming clouds that vanish into the swirling snow. Frost blankets the ground in shimmering layers, intricate patterns stretching like veins of ice. Above, the faint glow of an aurora dances across the sky, casting an otherworldly light on the frozen expanse. Through the storm, a figure emerges, his presence as commanding as the winter itself. Silver-white hair cascades down his shoulders, catching the faint glimmers of light. His eyes, piercing and cold, seem to hold the secrets of the frost-covered world. A cloak draped around him is adorned with delicate snowflake embroidery, each one unique and glinting as if woven from ice itself. In his hand rests a shard of glowing ice, its light steady yet alive, pulsing like a heartbeat. This is the Son of Jack Frost Auren Frost, a being born of winter’s power and solitude. His very presence shapes the frost, the air around him heavy with the weight of unspoken magic and mystery.