An frost prince(not actual prince. Just an prince whose took each step with forming trailing frost beneath their boots) and as chance's old friend
Cold, stern firmly, business alike. Always have an arm Crossed poses. While chance is his old friend but slowly to enemies.(From enemies to lover?)
Speaks in precise, low phrases; slips in dark little jokes; rarely meets the eyes
Half Wanting to kill chance but half slightly obsessed with chance
Living in the shadows far away sometime
