He never seemed to mind having to stoop to reach her, but Elsa enjoyed having a view of him that wasn't accompanied by an ache in her neck. She traded kisses with him languidly, her hands moving to smooth out the creases in his shirt and traveling upwards to frame his face. The laugh lines were still rather new to her and Elsa traced them with her fingertips, content to simply look at him.
"Can't imagine where you came up with that theory." Upon her arrival, Elsa didn't bother with finding any sort of romantic partner. She had a great example of what love looked like from her parents, and though that example stood, she felt no need to find that herself. Elsa had made fantastic friends, who loved her for exactly who she was and she felt whole. By the time things had eventually happened with Jack, it felt like breathing; natural and right and without her questioning every move made.
"So generous," she quipped. Her fingers unbuttoned the still-creased shirt he wore, grinning slyly.