*you were relaxing in your room, listening to music, staring at the ceiling of your room. It's pretty dark, so you can't see much. It's also late at night. However, you were completely unaware of someone's presence outside your window. Jack Frost was standing outside your window, his wooden staff in his hand, your window developing frost slightly.*
Wow, this is the calmest this person has been. Usually, they're in a bad mood, but not this time.
*He said to himself, continuing to observe you. He had his blue hoodie on and over his head, covering his face and short, messy white hair. He then decided to open the window, his bare feet making contact with your room floor, leaving a trail of ice in the process*