“Mistletoe? Jack, you’re going to have to work harder than that. This would be a kiss of quite royal intensity.”
“Is that any way to speak to a Queen? You’re lucky the guards aren’t here.”
{Pig. Not that she wasn’t flattered - and slightly flustered. }
❝Well, if the guards were here then I wouldn’t be able to kiss you, would I?❞
[Who knows where all of this is coming from, what brought on his strange and unrelenting determination to melt the ice queen, despite the fact his abilities only license him to freeze. But at the moment, he doesn’t find the need to care. All that matters right now is his mistletoe being rejected by an alluring blonde who he’d really, really like to kiss.]
