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The decision to run for President had come slowly for Frost. He was not a year veteran of the school, and he did not know a large amount of students. But, unlike many of his peers, so keen to jump into fights, he was keen to act with knowledge. The events that led to the student rescue had been hasty, and many of his peers had been used as tool of revenge for the horsemen. Amityille was not to be used. They had not been enrolled in order to be taken and made into servants and slaves. They had come to learn, and Frost felt that to learn, they needed to be protected, both from such extremist groups like the horsemen, and from those of DETH. Outer school politics should not be a part of a school’s study in his mind. So, who better to lead students then one who wanted on what they were promised, an unrivaled education?

Sadly, his mentality to lead didn’t make carrying his supplies to the yet to be set up booth any easier. Frost was just glad that he while a ghost, had the strength for it. Box after box, he set them by his booth, taking the occasional break and the occasional pause to get the bulkier decorations up. But with one of the last boxes, Frost make the mistake of not making so he could see who or what was in front of him, the body he crashed into sending him stumbling back onto his a** with a light curse. When he noticed it was a person, the wolfos left the box where it was, going to the boil, offering a hand up. “Sorry. I wasn’t able to see where I was going just now. You’re not hurt are you?”

"It's my fault in part. I made the mistake of trying to carry something far too large. And I'm fine really. A little dirt, well, it never hurt anyone now did it?" Maybe some students, but he wasn't one of those select few to need to worry over such things. "But, again, my apologies. Frost in the Storm, Knob. I don't think we met before?" He looked at the box.

"Terrible way to meet, but I assure you I don't normally knock people down in greeting."

The ghost nodded, “A pleasure to meet you then Aedan. And really?” He looked towards the boxes, chuckling a bit to himself. “That would be… wonderful, though I don’t wish to impose. I just ended up with more than I thought I would need.” He said, looking at the stuff in question. Next time he told himself. Next time he’d be more careful when ordering things and setting thing up.

“My booth is just over there, the one with the uh.. snow.”Rubbing th back of his head he had to admit, the snow was a bit much, but then not all the other booths had pulled out all the stops. For all he knew, his was rather tame. Overall.. he just hoped it would get student attention. “I’m running for Student Council President. Had to set up tea club as well, but thankfully I have another looking over that booth. A bit of conflict of interest if I was running both booths you know.” Not to mention he’d likely end up overwhelmed.

Frost shook his head, picking up what had fallen. “It’s work yes, but not unenjoyable. I like to keep myself busy, and I’ve been trained to manage things more or less back home. So running a booth while keeping my eyes on another isn’t that big of an issue.” Box carried, the canine began the task of figuring out where to put it. It could go in the back or, under the table. He just opted for under the table. “And thank you. I hope to make the school a safer place and draw focus back to what we all came here for, a supreme education, not all that… Halloween human and horseman business. We’re students, not political pawns. Plus, I’d like to help get some events running. I think it would be quite enjoyable.”

Noticing the avoidance of the snow- “Do you think it’ll be a problem? The snow that is.” A sudden worried look came over his features. “It doesn’t bother you does it? I can move it a bit away until we’re done moving boxes if you like.”

Frost thought about the question. External forces certainly played a role in what happened and what they would need to participate in, but he hoped at the bare minimum, he could set up safety points for the other students. After all, even if forced into something, there had to be a way out in the end.

“I suppose while such factors do play a role, still, I will endeavor to keep the student body safe. Granted there are far too many secrets to be… adequately prepared, but it never hurts to at least be ready mentally, and to have the basics ready and on hand. And.. yes, the student body does love their festivities and activities.” Hoisting a new bow over his shoulder while relaxing a bit.

So long as the snow didn’t bother so much as to be a problem. “It’s alright. I know it’s not the most appealing to some… Even if I am well-“ He flicked his tail, a few snowflakes falling here and there. “But you looking forward to the festival? It will be my first more or less.”

He smiled, tail giving a wag before it was subdued. "I hope so. I like to think I'm suited for president."

A sigh, he tilted his head as he paused to look at the snow. "I could color it though. Reds, greens, blues... not yellow." He said it in utter seriousness. "Yellow snow is horrid." Walking back to the booth he kicked a bit of snow out of the way when he got there.
"I'll be sure to make my booth safe for those of flame orientation. I'd hate to see you unable to participate or at least drop by."

"I've been here just under a year. I arrive last scarentines..." A shudder ran down his spine. "It was most confusing."

Frost shuddered. "Sadly, if that started, we'd see too many students trying to remark... or gnomes." He'd bet it would be gnomes. "Bloody bastards, no matter how nicely you treat them." Still- "I could dye it red and say it was the blood of my enemies?" That actually seemed a bit appealing, if he wasn't trying to be PC about his whole campaign.

Setting his box down the ghost nodded. "Perhaps a mistake to have participated. I was witness to a many queer things. A ghoul blowing up, pink elephants... I did meet a few wonderful people, but not anyone to take as a mate. Friends really." Retrieving the last box he smirked. "You have a mate?"