"Kamila.." he replied softly, nodding a bit as he took one of the clean bandages to wrap around his forearm. He winced every once in a while as the disinfectant stung at each cut and scrape, but he just pushed on, securing the bandages around the worst of the gashes.

"Sorry Kami..." he replied, inclining his head, "My name is Frost. Frost Kessho. My family comes from the mountain villages north of Haven Academy." He secured another bandage, before moving his arm to test it's mobility. Nothing broken..good

Frost's lips twitched in a small smile, "Not my choice. Atlas fell, my team was separated from me, and people have been....well...hunting me." he admitted, looking at his palm while ice began to coat his flesh. It took a great amount of will to force the ice back down

He paused for a moment, "Yeah...I would." he admitted quietly, his eyes showing so much sadness despite the golden color

Frost looked away, "My...my semblance is out of control. When I get angry, it takes me over. All I feel is hate and pain, and people get hurt because of it. People call me a monster for something I never asked for"

Frost gave a sad smile, "I appreciate the sentiment...." he began, before keying up atlas surveillance on his scroll and handing it to her. "But there are some who'd disagree..."

He hesitated, before taking the scroll back, sliding it beside him and trying not to look at the footage. "Almost impossible to control you mean." He gritted his teeth, "I feel it fighting me every step of the way, and I hate it."

"I did...once. I saved my little sister years ago, but when I saw the look on her face, it broke me." He whispered, eyes seeing far off into the past, at little Miyuki crying in the snow, begging for her big brother to come back.

Frost remained quiet, a hand reaching to his chest, where his first scar lay bare, the one he sustained defending Miyuki from the beowulf. He let his thumb graze over the repaired skin, deep in thought

"Potential?" He asked quietly, reaching to gingerly slide his shirt back on

"Yeah I'm a huntsman, but I wanna try and be someone people can look up to. People tend not to look past ice claws and white eyes. But if you don't think I'm a monster, then what am I?"

Frost raised an eyebrow, strapping on some of his armor, "Yeah. But I don't see how this can help people?"

Frost pondered this for a moment, brown furrowed, before turning to face her, "What do you want to know?"

Frost spun Skol in one hand, checking the chamber and engraved axe blade before taking a shot at the target

"My mother called it my "Glacial Gift." As far as I know, I can control and project ice and snow, to a degree, and manipulate it. Shape it into handheld objects and weapons even."

The huntsman chuckled, "She was a sculptor by trade. She always wanted to have me be an artist like her."

Frost raised an eyebrow, "Really? I mean..it's nothing on her work. I made a few sculptures, yeah, but most what I do is crude."

"OW!" He yelped, recoiling slightly as he rubbed his forehead, "Hey!!! Im trying my best...."

Frost rubbed at his eyes, clearly exhausted as he watched some wolves crossing the tundra far off on the horizon

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!" Frost yelled, twirling a wooden staff and decked out in brown leggings and a warm looking blue hoodie!!!