[ Little Lux shook her head simply. No, she hadn't heard of someone named Jack Frost. Should she have? He seemed whimsical, like someone she might have read about in one of her storybooks. She was reluctant to be charmed, however, that much was obvious. But manners were manners; she stood up, giving him a proper curtsy

Her whole demeanor changed once frost began to spread over the floorboards. Lux's eyes widened, staring down at the ground, then quickly looking up at the boy before her. That got her to smile, quite brightly in fact, her eyes sparkling. ]

A princess, me?

[ She looks mystified by this idea! But being the precocious, intelligent child that she was, she had something to say about that. ]

But princesses are only fairy tales. I'm no such thing.

[ Her own words knocked the wind out of her sails, just a bit. But she tries to recover, and at least be polite. ]

Mister Frost, how do you know my name? Only John calls me Lux.