"Back in your world it's the job description," Elsa chided, sticking her tongue out at him childishly. "You surely will not, despite whatever arguments you present. I'm a taken woman, Jack Frost. You can't just make me swoon and convince me to do your evil bidding."
Elsa smirked, rolling her shoulders back to straighten up to her full height, though she was still dreadfully shorter than the man in front of her. Her heart began to thaw at his words, her cheeks growing warm as the frost burst from the skin against skin. "Jaaaack," she almost whined, her voice conveying just how pleased she really was. "You're doing that silly thing again," she murmured before stretching up to kiss him, a smile upon her lips.
Though she wanted children, and knew that Jack was of the same mind, Elsa liked the idea of doing things in order. Even if that was already a moot point after living together for nearly two decades. "I'm not jealous. There needs to be a protector of fun and a protector of everything else," she reasoned. "I just happen to be the latter."