Post these in my ask to see my muse’s reaction to your surprise kiss:

        Asami has seen a lot of odd things, but nothing
        quite so odd as this boy with stark white hair. 
        Odder still, she seems to be the only one – 
        aside from Tenzin’s kids – who can see him. 
        She asked Jinora once if she knew anything about him
        and the young Airbender couldn’t give her a clear answer; 
        only that she believed he was some sort of boy from
        Ages Past that now resided in the Spirit World. Of 
        course, now that the Spirits could roam freely between 
        worlds, it made sense that she would see him more often.

                                  But it never answered the millions of questions
                                  buzzing in her head: like why he only came when
                                  it grew cold and why snow seemed to follow him
                                  like a safety blanket. Maybe he had been a 
                                  Waterbender. Or maybe he had been blessed by
                                  the Moon once. Or, perhaps, it was something
                                  bestowed on him after death. She didn’t know much
                                  about Spirits, so she couldn’t answer it.

        What she did know, was that he watched her. Subtle at first;
        peeking through her windows when she wasn’t paying attention
        and only leaving behind a trail of frost across the paned glass when
        she finally looked. Then she began to notice him. And finally, today,
        she confronted him.

                                        “——Who are you?”

        He smiled; a crooked gesture as he took her hand, lifted
        it to his lips and kissed the back of her smooth skin, chilling
        her to the bone. When he released her hand, he stepped back,
        that Shepherd’s hook grasped firmly in one hand.

                                           "Me?“ He said. "I'm J a c k  F r o s t.”