“Mistletoe? Jack, you’re going to have to work harder than that. This would be a kiss of quite royal intensity.”
{Oh, goodness. Elsa could feel her hands begin to shake, and her heart fluttered. Even though she could tease, and act above it all, she had never kissed anyone. When would she have gotten the opportunity to? In fact, aside from Kristoff and Hans, she hadn’t really interacted with a lot of men that weren’t old nobles or relatives.}
“Me too! I mean, ah, not me too. Well, me too, but I didn’t mean to be so eager. Not that I wouldn’t be eager to kiss you - but not too eager. I, ah…”
{And the eloquent Queen of Arendelle speaks.}
❝Y-yeah. Yeah – no, no – I gotcha.❞
[He really doesn’t.]
❝We’re really just eager to kiss each other – !❞
❝—-I mean, not that I’m eager or anything. You know me, chill is my middle name. I’m just saying, kissing you’s alright, kissing in general’s alright, even kissing, I don’t know..–Anna’s alright.❞
