She watched him quietly with her large green eyes. She swallowed had at the soft sob caught in her throat. He was joking? How could she believe him? But he was so sincere with his apology. Then he placed a rose behind her ear. It was cold but it was such a nice gesture.
"Human?" She kept her voice quiet in case it decided to crack from almost crying. "I’m not human. I am Rapunzel, the spirit of spring. I-I got bored so I decided to make some flowers bloom. Her gaze moved to the plants and a small smile drifted across her lips.
Jack recoiled back a bit, with a blank stare present on his eyes. “Not human? Wow, I really gotta work on my spotting abilities. Sometimes it’s difficult to see if someone’s human or not,” Jack stated, rubbing the back on his neck sheepishly. “Anyways, Rapunzel, huh? Spirit of spring, yeah we should get along well because I’m the spirit of winter. To be honest, I didn’t know that there were spirits for other seasons too. I wonder who’s the autumn one and who’s the summer one….” he trailed off his sentence, seeing her puzzled look.
"S-sorry, I talk a lot." He nodded earnestly at her patches of flowers. "They’re really nice. Go on and make as many as you want, I mean, I’m not stopping ya," he smiled widely and glanced around his spot, crouching near the spirit. "What brings you here, Zellie? Shouldn’t spring spirits go somewhere, you know, warmer?"
@jackfrostflakes I’m on mobile and can’t submit this thing for the draw me prompt you reblogged.
But yeah cHALLENGE ACCEPTED
AH MAH GAWD
ITS SO GORGEOUS JACK IS ROCKING DAT BRAID UNF THANK YOU SO MUCH
(◡‿◡✿) tall men that look scary and are feared by most people
(◕‿◕✿) that fall in love with itty bitty people that can bring them to their knees
disabled children need to know that they’re worth more than being inspirational objects for abled adults
Sketches (by Glen Keane) and final animation
A grape, wearing a raspberry.
I am froot.
Just because I find you attractive doesnt mean I like you. You appeal to my eyes, not my heart or mind. It’s not that deep.
if you want to kill someone stab them with an icicle because the icicle will melt and then there will be no murder weapon
Better yet, make like one of my favorite short stories and murder them with big frozen leg of lamb and then cook the lamb.
Then when the police arrive offer them something to eat and then have the police eat your murder weapon.
I love that story