"Hey Frost, how's things?" Dark's charismatic visage appeared before Frost the moment he accepted the call. Neither Frost nor any of his siblings had received any communication from their father since the family gathering ended. Hearing his voice and seeing him in an apparent healthy state brought a smile to Frost's lips.
"I'm pretty good bar a few issues with my neighbours and a little incident." A flash of anger passed through Frost's eyes the moment he recalled the attempt on Nanna's life, but he quickly covered it up, not wanting to burden his father with any problems he could handle himself.
"What about you father? Are you stable?" Though Dark played it cool and even summoned another God to help him with his situation it didn't stop Frost and his siblings from worrying about him, he was their father after all.
