❄️ General HCs: Jack Frost (Santa Clause 3)! ❄️
Author's Note: Here we go, my very first writing post and first headcanons post! Talk about a 2-for-1 special! This one goes out to @starleska, I hope you enjoy these silly headcanons of mine, Star! Thank you so much for showing interest and encouraging me to share my own thoughts and works here! Couldn't have done this without your support! 💞
❆ Let's start with the obvious, shall we? Jack runs at a cooler temperature than the average human, that's a given. While layering helps, he still talks with and uses his hands quite often, so that helps to generate more flow so his fingers look less like icicles. Sometimes when he's more idle or something's grabbed his full attention, his fingertips begin to cool down and blueness begins to creep out from under his nails if he doesn't move his hands soon. Part stimming, part warmth production, he is 100% a hands-mover to his core, especially the more excited (or frustrated) he gets. This man does not idle for long, he has to be doing something at any given point. Also, this goes without saying, but please don't leave him unsupervised. He will touch things he's not supposed to because signs do not apply to a winter spirit who denies possessing any literacy skills whatsoever. Absolute menace and certified little shit, 10/10.
❆ A lot of people tend to discuss what they think a certain character smells like, which fascinates me, especially in the case where specific aromas / scents are nostalgic for said folks. Sadly, personally, peppermint tends to create a stinging sensation that ripples inside my sensitive nose; the good news is, if you're like me, you need not fret! Jack is prepared to adapt to his companion's needs! He has an array of colognes I no doubt believe he uses, but also has a more natural, softer aroma to his person. This is just me, but I like to think he smells like pine, dried citrus, vanilla, and perhaps a teensy bit minty! (Speaking of pine: When I think of winter and the first snowfall, my mind immediately goes to the pine trees my family has on one side of our house, and how as a kid I'd spend time under the snow-covered low-hanging branches to disappear into my own little world, catch my breath from playing and making snow angels, and to just really take some time to be in the moment. So thank you, Jack Frost, for these beautiful memories that still spark joy for me!) Now, back to the nonsense!
❆ As much as Jack might try to deny it, he absolutely has a soft spot for the youths. He lives to hear about how excited and relieved kids are when he slots an impromptu snow day into their schedules, giving them reprieve and a chance to do with it as they please! While he does really like when families enjoy spending their time together outside, he still appreciates those who spend the day indoors. Y'know those folks, the ones who utilize this allotted time (again, courtesy of yours coolly!) to get things done around the house, or to just lounge and enjoy some holiday films, maybe share cocoa.
❆ A part of Jack's chest tightens when he happens to see people stop to admire certain details he's added that day. Delicate icicles hanging from a gutter that kids try to jump and reach for, or stand under to catch melting droplets on their extended tongues — he gets a good chuckle out of that! Or how when kids calculate distances on their sleds, turn out to be bad at math, and body-check a tree trunk, causing a decent amount of snow to flop onto them, maybe trickle a bit down their coats and spackle their hair with little lumps as they laugh and lightheartedly complain about the sudden onslaught of chills.
❆ Jack Frost makes it very clear he deeply wants and yearns for what Scott Calvin has, but I think he tends to not think as hard about all the work Scott put into keeping what he's rightfully earned. Jack, in true trickster fashion, silver-tongues his way into people's lives and minds through contract loopholes, emotional vulnerability openings calling out to him, nearsighted shortcuts that got overlooked because everyone else is so busy — you get the gist. I think Jack and Scott are two sides of the same coin, but cannot for the love of the entire winter season come to terms with it without wanting to get into a verbal spat. It's exhausting every time it happens, but Jack still refuses to let it go. (Sidenote: this smug snowflake would absolutely thrive with a beautiful adoring spouse should he get one eventually, please cast him in a holiday rom-com! There's no such thing as a shortage of people willing to play his love interest for this, trust!)
❆ Jack aches with every last iced over vein in his physical body for all of that at its very basic level — acknowledgement, affirmations, compassion, empathy, love. Jack wants a place of belonging and feeling like you're appreciated for what you do because you do love what you do. Just wishing to be seen and be heard, at its core, is a big source of this aching feeling. Whether it be because of the wiring of his trickster spirit brain or if he genuinely believes it's the only way to get what he wants, but it all comes down to deception. He has got it in his head that manipulation, theft, and causing rifts in healthy relationships that aren't his but he wishes were are the only ways he'll ever come out on top. Therapy isn't cheap, Jack will rack up that fucking bill, but my god someone please tell him how much you appreciate him for what he does! For the snow days he's gifted you, how you laugh vicariously seeing couples who hold hands so they both eat shit when one slips on a patch of ice he deviously left behind. Tell him you see HIM.
❆ Disclaimer: not really a headcanon, more a lost concept. I had a Jack Frost to Who Framed Roger Rabbit pipeline, I had 2 dots connected to Jack Frost and Greasy Weasel (because Zoot Suit Buddies) when I first started brainstorming for these headcanons, but for the LOVE OF GODS it will not come back to me. I am mourning the loss of this bizarre pipeline, may its ghost visit me soon to remind me of whatever the fuck I was working towards.
