✿ The white-haired boy was decidedly a show-off, but that didn’t affect Rapunzel much beyond a snort of amusement. Her mother had been like that for years, and even some of her friends now Flynn could be quite the showboats.
”Hooow are you doing that?”
❝Oh, you know. A little thing called the wind.❞
His body swung forth in a manner that made him appear to be as light as a feather, demonstrating his point about the breeze which he rode.
You must get cold with all the– well, really I don’t know if you get cold, I mean, your powers are kind of like my sister’s, and she always says the cold doesn’t bother her, but she can still feel it – I guess this is a silly present if you don’t feel the cold, but –
{❅} “Mm-hm.” Flexes her fingers. “Just enough that I think I could make you run for your money, Sir Frost.”
Yeah — that’s something to be recognised for sure. But did he ever conjure an ice palace in seconds? Or summon an eternal winter?
He thinks shifting his attention to a conjured up snowflake rather than her will give him a sense of superiority; not to mention, a little taste of what she’ll be witnessing later.
❝I’d like to see you try.❞
Under certain circumstances – maybe. Especially if it meant beating Elsa.