It was exciting for both of them, to see Jack age. There were moments when it still caught her off guard, but it was something close to miraculous and Elsa loved it. His smile was the same, his eyes had that same mischievous twinkle that permanently resided in them, but the lines of his face, while still sharp as in his perma-youth, were slightly softened.
Elsa hummed in response, the retort that she had waiting on the tip of her tongue forgotten as his lips grazed her neck. Even after so many years, he had ways of making her speechless, some physical, all of them instantly effective. Beaming at him, Elsa waved a hand to cool the stove. "Suddenly I'm feeling a bit ravenous. What say you?"