Her face was the picture of innocence as he started from the icicle. "Are you alright, dearest?" The question was punctuated by the slight furrowing of her eyebrows and the just-so turned down corners of her mouth to frown. Placing the smooth side of her wrist against his head, she recoiled in mock horror. "Oh, my stars! You're ice cold!"
She shook her head, the loose waves of her hair trickling down to play on her arms. "Far from it, and you know it, you flatterer."
Elsa hummed at his quiet, sweet kisses, basking in the warmth that spread down to her toes. The luck she felt was far more than she'd ever deserved. For someone that had spent so much of her life isolated, she let Jack in rather easily. It never ceased to amaze her that all the wishes she had made for someone like her to exist came true.