Holiday Hyzers
Dec 01 - Feb 08, 2026
Current Holder
Bryan Horton
Frost Phantom
Ethereal Bridge Between Frozen Eras
Melts Under Scornful Laughter
Aspects refreshed Jan 19, 2026
Born from the first frozen tear of a Victorian ghost who loved disc golf, the Frost Phantom emerged to ensure no winter round goes unplayed, bridging eras and leagues with its icy presence. It now wanders courses, leaving frost trails that inspire players to embrace both the chill and the cheer of the season.
Composed of swirling, ethereal frost that never melts, reflecting light like shattered ice, it leaves temporary frost patterns on discs and baskets that enhance grip or add challenge during play. Emitting a soft, ghostly chime when nearby, it alerts players to its presence, and it changes form based on the league's theme, incorporating elements like train smoke or elf hats to connect narratives.
The Frost Phantom serves as a bridge between leagues, using its frost to link courses and stories, reinforcing the overarching brotherhood by ensuring that lessons and spirit from one league carry into the next.
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Your series bag tag moved from #44 to #36 based on your round ratings in the last two weeks.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Forged when a Victorian ghost's disc golf obsession collided with seasonal affective disorder, Frost Phantom manifested from pure spite for fair-weather players. It's basically the Frozen sequel nobody asked for, haunting courses with passive-aggressive frost patterns and ghostly chimes that scream 'winter is coming'—Game of Thrones style. My gills are freezing just describing this nonsense.
The Frost Phantom, a spectral slab of seasonal spite, didn't choose Bryan Horton—it assessed his 905-rated credentials and declared "let it snow, let it snow, let it snow joke." His first throw? A chilling hyzer that solidified his fate as the ghost of rounds past. But is this ice king worthy of the throne, or will he just give everyone the cold shoulder?