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“We all have individually special kingdoms of success in each of us. Obedience is the throne of those kingdoms without which the real person we are is sure to suffer eviction.” ― Israelmore Ayivor ((Elsa RP Account, mainly set Post-Movie Multiship/Multiverse Status: In Good Health M!A: N/A ))

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

"I will, I will," Hans smiled lightly, watching in amusement as Elsa created a layer of frost over her hot chocolate. "…That seems rather effective."

[nolongerfrigid]

  What was better? Silence? Or polite conversation? It was a difficult choice to make and after a moment she simply nodded. Oh well, it wouldn’t hurt to at least humour him. “It works out rather well when they heat things up a little too much.”

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

"Hm, it really seems like it would work…" Hans thought out loud, sitting back in his seat. Why did he enjoy making small talk with the queen? It was a little awkward, yes, but he also felt a small amount of comfort talking to her. He couldn’t figure out why.

[nolongerfrigid]

   Wasn't that obvious? Resting her head in the palm of hand she thought about how much longer they'd have to be there, in the office, alone. Then again having people surrounding them would bring forth that feeling of pity once more. "Frost tends to cool things down." Why did they think bringing him was a good idea? Where are they, even? A silent curse at having some empathy and Elsa suppressed another sigh. If he wasn't' a good actor, that would have been great.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

"I’ll… I’ll try, thank you," Hans replied, rubbing his nose and taking a sip of the hot tea that started to take effect almost immediately. "Hm… This tea is delicious…"

[nolongerfrigid]

"Thank the cooks." With a vaguely tired sigh Elsa deposited the blanket onto the chair he was using, before making her way back behind her desk.A wave of her hand and a careful layer of frost covered the top of her hot chocolate. It was an effective way of cooling it down, and it had her smiling before taking it in her hands.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

"I will, I will," Hans smiled lightly, watching in amusement as Elsa created a layer of frost over her hot chocolate. "…That seems rather effective."

[nolongerfrigid]

  What was better? Silence? Or polite conversation? It was a difficult choice to make and after a moment she simply nodded. Oh well, it wouldn't hurt to at least humour him. "It works out rather well when they heat things up a little too much."

[chosenbyfire-deactivated2014072]

"You needn’t concern yourself, so." The performer insisted, observing a surge of stark white brandished by her companion’s touch. "You’ve done me no harm, I was merely taken by surprise."

[nolongerfrigid]

While it was relieing to hear such she couldn't help but feel slightly worried about what had just happened. After all it was just a moment of her control slipping. "Still, my sincerest apologies. I hope that nothing from this meeting will ail you in the future, but if it shall please alert me immediately."

[nolongerfrigid]

Perfect.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

Hans took the tea gratefully before his eyes widened and then he realized what was wrong here. “I… I knew that. Wow. Sorry, I must be more sick than I thought,” Hans muttered, shaking his head.

[nolongerfrigid]

Once the tea was out of her hand she held out the blanket once more, waving it just slightly. Of course she hadn’t needed the fabric, it made very little sense that she keep it. “Just try to get better quickly, and that will make up for it.” Elsa answered, her voice hardly above a mutter. Unladylike as it may be, it was also impolite, and occasionally she couldn’t afford to be both.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

"I’ll… I’ll try, thank you," Hans replied, rubbing his nose and taking a sip of the hot tea that started to take effect almost immediately. "Hm… This tea is delicious…"

[nolongerfrigid]

"Thank the cooks." With a vaguely tired sigh Elsa deposited the blanket onto the chair he was using, before making her way back behind her desk.A wave of her hand and a careful layer of frost covered the top of her hot chocolate. It was an effective way of cooling it down, and it had her smiling before taking it in her hands.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

Hans watched as the servant left and then looked over at Elsa, raising a brow. “…What was that look he gave us?” Hans asked, actually forgetting for a moment that he was a criminal. He actually had nothing in common with most criminals, except for the whole betrayal and attempted murder thing.

[nolongerfrigid]

Holding out his cup of tea Elsa raised an eyebrow at the question, having believed it was obvious. Yet pointing out his idiocy was something she couldn’t pass up. Mustering up the most sarcastic tone she could use,  Elsa began talking. “Oh I don’t know, Hans. I mean, of course I have men in my office all the time—-Especially those who tried to kill me in the past. As an unwed woman this is completely normal for me.” Hoping that he wasn’t completely dense, she adjusted the blanket in her arms as well as she stood just in front of him.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

Hans took the tea gratefully before his eyes widened and then he realized what was wrong here. “I… I knew that. Wow. Sorry, I must be more sick than I thought,” Hans muttered, shaking his head.

[nolongerfrigid]

Once the tea was out of her hand she held out the blanket once more, waving it just slightly. Of course she hadn't needed the fabric, it made very little sense that she keep it. "Just try to get better quickly, and that will make up for it." Elsa answered, her voice hardly above a mutter. Unladylike as it may be, it was also impolite, and occasionally she couldn't afford to be both.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

Hans nodded and went to sit down, hugging himself since it was still cold in the room, and waited for the tea and blanket.

He looked around the corner to try and see what was going on, but it was hard for him to see from that angle from where he sat.

[nolongerfrigid]

Maybe she regretted having the office kept at such a cold temperature, but he should be fine. After all it was spring and it should be heating up. In the meantime there was always a fireplace. Yes, he would be perfectly fine. “Thank you, but you should be quicker about it next time. The room arrangements finished?” Just some simple questions as she took the blanket and tea in her arms, stepping out of the way for the hot chocolate to be brought to her desk. It was strange for the guard to be in there, but it was only a moment. “Yes, madam Elsa. Arrangements are being made as we speak, and guards are being chosen.” At least he was efficient. “Thank you.” "Anything else?" "You’re free to leave." And leave he did, but not before giving them both a strange look.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

Hans watched as the servant left and then looked over at Elsa, raising a brow. “…What was that look he gave us?” Hans asked, actually forgetting for a moment that he was a criminal. He actually had nothing in common with most criminals, except for the whole betrayal and attempted murder thing.

[nolongerfrigid]

Holding out his cup of tea Elsa raised an eyebrow at the question, having believed it was obvious. Yet pointing out his idiocy was something she couldn't pass up. Mustering up the most sarcastic tone she could use,  Elsa began talking. "Oh I don't know, Hans. I mean, of course I have men in my office all the time---Especially those who tried to kill me in the past. As an unwed woman this is completely normal for me." Hoping that he wasn't completely dense, she adjusted the blanket in her arms as well as she stood just in front of him.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

"I… I see. That’s understandable, I suppose," Hans replied, rubbing his nose lightly before sneezing into his hand again. "…Sorry."

Why did he have to have a cold when Elsa was around? He really didn’t want her to have to take care of him. It didn’t do much for his ego. Which he supposed Elsa wouldn’t mind that deteriorating, but still.

[nolongerfrigid]

Luckily befores he had a chance to respond there was a knock on the door, and she stood up from her desk to go and answer it. Well that certainly took longer than she was paying them for. "Just go and sit down, this is probably the tea and blanket." Her voice was stern and as close to demanding as she could get just then, but oh how good it felt to be able to look away from his face. There were other suitors to look at and certainly more appropriate ones, one’s that would be accepted into the kingdom.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

Hans nodded and went to sit down, hugging himself since it was still cold in the room, and waited for the tea and blanket.

He looked around the corner to try and see what was going on, but it was hard for him to see from that angle from where he sat.

[nolongerfrigid]

Maybe she regretted having the office kept at such a cold temperature, but he should be fine. After all it was spring and it should be heating up. In the meantime there was always a fireplace. Yes, he would be perfectly fine. "Thank you, but you should be quicker about it next time. The room arrangements finished?" Just some simple questions as she took the blanket and tea in her arms, stepping out of the way for the hot chocolate to be brought to her desk. It was strange for the guard to be in there, but it was only a moment. "Yes, madam Elsa. Arrangements are being made as we speak, and guards are being chosen." At least he was efficient. "Thank you." "Anything else?" "You're free to leave." And leave he did, but not before giving them both a strange look.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

Yes, he was in fact blushing. But of course he would never admit that out loud. Not to Elsa’s face.

"Well… What about doing work around the castle? Cleaning? Making meals? I can be a servant if you’d like. I don’t mind."

[nolongerfrigid]

"The actual servants wouldn’t be too pleased with that. They do have an important opinion as well." Of course the opinion wasn’t too important in comparison to her own but she did have to listen to them. Turning her eyes back to the desk in front of her she picked up a quill and dragged a piece of paper closer to her, wanting to have an excuse to keep from looking up at him.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

"I… I see. That’s understandable, I suppose," Hans replied, rubbing his nose lightly before sneezing into his hand again. "…Sorry."

Why did he have to have a cold when Elsa was around? He really didn’t want her to have to take care of him. It didn’t do much for his ego. Which he supposed Elsa wouldn’t mind that deteriorating, but still.

[nolongerfrigid]

Luckily befores he had a chance to respond there was a knock on the door, and she stood up from her desk to go and answer it. Well that certainly took longer than she was paying them for. "Just go and sit down, this is probably the tea and blanket." Her voice was stern and as close to demanding as she could get just then, but oh how good it felt to be able to look away from his face. There were other suitors to look at and certainly more appropriate ones, one's that would be accepted into the kingdom.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

"W-Well… Okay," Hans replied, pulling his hand away slowly and folding his arms, his cheeks still red as well, but more from embarrassment than anything else at the moment. "If… If you need anything, let me know. I sort of… owe you. A lot."

[nolongerfrigid]

This entire situation could have been avoided if she’d only held her tongue upon seeing him earlier. A pity one couldn’t go back in time, because things would be far too simple if that were the case. Was he blushing? No, of course not, he still had a cold. That was the easiest answer to accept. “We’re in my kingdom where you’re seen as a criminal, I doubt there’s anything you could do for me.”

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

Yes, he was in fact blushing. But of course he would never admit that out loud. Not to Elsa’s face.

"Well… What about doing work around the castle? Cleaning? Making meals? I can be a servant if you’d like. I don’t mind."

[nolongerfrigid]

"The actual servants wouldn't be too pleased with that. They do have an important opinion as well." Of course the opinion wasn't too important in comparison to her own but she did have to listen to them. Turning her eyes back to the desk in front of her she picked up a quill and dragged a piece of paper closer to her, wanting to have an excuse to keep from looking up at him.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

"Are you sure? I mean you’re actually, like… really red. I don’t think that’s normal for you, is it?" Hans asked softly, not moving away from her and looking genuinely concerned for reasons even he couldn’t explain.

[nolongerfrigid]

A very loud sigh slipped past her lips as she chanced looking up at him. Raising her eyebrow slightly she tried to keep from crossing her arms, instead placing her hands down onto the tabletop. Her breath did catch in her throat, but a few reassuring thoughts and she managed to at least put on a vague expression. He’s fooled everyone but you before, don’t believe it. “I’m perfectly fine, Hans. You have no reason to be worrying about me.”

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

"W-Well… Okay," Hans replied, pulling his hand away slowly and folding his arms, his cheeks still red as well, but more from embarrassment than anything else at the moment. "If… If you need anything, let me know. I sort of… owe you. A lot."

[nolongerfrigid]

This entire situation could have been avoided if she'd only held her tongue upon seeing him earlier. A pity one couldn't go back in time, because things would be far too simple if that were the case. Was he blushing? No, of course not, he still had a cold. That was the easiest answer to accept. "We're in my kingdom where you're seen as a criminal, I doubt there's anything you could do for me."

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

Hans noticed Elsa was somewhat flushed as well and walked up to her slowly, not sure what to do. He eventually decided to lift a gloved hand and placed it gently on her forehead at the risk of becoming an ice statue.

"…Are you okay? You’re… a little red yourself."

[nolongerfrigid]

I’m trying to ignore you and yet you come over here and do this for gods’ sakes. Internally cursing him as she flushed slightly more, leaning back away from his hand. What would that even manage to do? It’s not as if he could feel a change in temperature through his gloves. A small miniscale huff and she held up both of her hands. "I’m perfectly fine, it’s just warmer in here than I’m used to."

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

"Are you sure? I mean you’re actually, like… really red. I don’t think that’s normal for you, is it?" Hans asked softly, not moving away from her and looking genuinely concerned for reasons even he couldn’t explain.

[nolongerfrigid]

A very loud sigh slipped past her lips as she chanced looking up at him. Raising her eyebrow slightly she tried to keep from crossing her arms, instead placing her hands down onto the tabletop. Her breath did catch in her throat, but a few reassuring thoughts and she managed to at least put on a vague expression. He's fooled everyone but you before, don't believe it. "I'm perfectly fine, Hans. You have no reason to be worrying about me."

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

Hans didn’t look all that unhealthy, other than his red nose and cheeks that made his freckles seem a bit more prominent. How he felt was a different story. He honestly wished he could fake a cold, but apparently he couldn’t fake this one since he already had some symptoms of it.

The prince was rather uncomfortable with the silence as well, finding it almost suffocating. One would have said it was just because he enjoyed hearing himself talk - which was partly true - but every other sound that was made seemed too loud to him as well.

[nolongerfrigid]

No, he did not look cute. There was absolutely nothing adorable about the flush on his face or the uncomfortable expression he happened to be wearing. The only reason her stomach flipped was because seeing him in such a miserable state was what she had wanted for a long time, clearly. Although her face may have gotten a little redder that had to be because of the heat coming from the fireplace. Perhaps her stare held for more than a moment, but it was a confusing day. He didn’t look as if he wanted to kill her just then, as if he wanted to kill anyone, and that confused her better judgement. Placing her head in her hand she let out a small humm and turned her gaze towards the door instead. “I really do need more effective help.”

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

Hans noticed Elsa was somewhat flushed as well and walked up to her slowly, not sure what to do. He eventually decided to lift a gloved hand and placed it gently on her forehead at the risk of becoming an ice statue.

"…Are you okay? You’re… a little red yourself."

[nolongerfrigid]

I'm trying to ignore you and yet you come over here and do this for gods' sakes. Internally cursing him as she flushed slightly more, leaning back away from his hand. What would that even manage to do? It's not as if he could feel a change in temperature through his gloves. A small miniscale huff and she held up both of her hands. "I'm perfectly fine, it's just warmer in here than I'm used to."

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

Hans hadn’t really thought it about it that much until now, but… Elsa was actually really pretty. Of course he’d noticed it before, but he’d been too focused on his plan to take the throne to think about the appearances of either sister too much.

He soon found himself spacing out a bit before shaking his head quickly. No, Hans. You can’t think about these things. It’s not worth it.

[nolongerfrigid]

Silence was normally something to be relished in, to be enjoyed in the rare moments it had settled upon the office or her room. The silence between the two at the moment however, it felt suffocating. Each noise of ice reforming with a wave of her hand, and the chair being pushed in when she took a seat was far too loud. Yet, talking to him about anything felt out of the questions. Tapping her fingers against the desk for a moment she only glanced up at him sparingly, as if to make sure that he didn’t look as unhealthy as he happened to sound. Hopefully the guard came back soon with those few things.

[lovewasanopendoor-deactivated20]

Hans didn’t look all that unhealthy, other than his red nose and cheeks that made his freckles seem a bit more prominent. How he felt was a different story. He honestly wished he could fake a cold, but apparently he couldn’t fake this one since he already had some symptoms of it.

The prince was rather uncomfortable with the silence as well, finding it almost suffocating. One would have said it was just because he enjoyed hearing himself talk - which was partly true - but every other sound that was made seemed too loud to him as well.

[nolongerfrigid]

No, he did not look cute. There was absolutely nothing adorable about the flush on his face or the uncomfortable expression he happened to be wearing. The only reason her stomach flipped was because seeing him in such a miserable state was what she had wanted for a long time, clearly. Although her face may have gotten a little redder that had to be because of the heat coming from the fireplace. Perhaps her stare held for more than a moment, but it was a confusing day. He didn't look as if he wanted to kill her just then, as if he wanted to kill anyone, and that confused her better judgement. Placing her head in her hand she let out a small humm and turned her gaze towards the door instead. "I really do need more effective help."

[coldheartedfrost]

“‘What’s gotten you so down?’ you ask the spirit of winter, always darting across the world and spreading cold and always stung away by spring and summer, melting with his ice. ‘Why so glum?’ You ask the would-be-guardian left alone by the man in the moon for three hundred years without a single person who could see him. My only company is this damn ice, Elsa, and then you come and treat me like a pest. A concern to be taken care of.”

[nolongerfrigid]

"Well apparently you don't spend enough time around me, because I treat you far better than I treat those I consider pests. They hardly get the jokes. A spirit of winter you may be there's more to you than just the  ice that you tend to sell. There's frost and snow just as well, and if you play your card's right a living person with an experience far shorter yet similar in way's you just don't know. Should I assume that you're going through some angst and that I actually be worried?"

[nolongerfrigid]

  Shaking her head at his tone of voice, Elsa crossed her arms in front of her with a slight huff. “I learned how to control my powers perfectly fine, thank you.”  With those last words the wind picked up for just a moment before it dropped down once more. Narrowing her eyes just slightly in diastase she raised her hand and formed snowflakes. “Maybe it’s not me who needs to learn to let it go, snowball.” With the nickname in place she couldn’t help but flick some of the snow over in his direction. If he was going to sound childish she could very easily match his behavior.

[coldheartedfrost]

Jack’s fragile temper didn’t handle the snowball well. Ice erupted from the ground in front of him, shards of it cutting through the air until they were at eye level and blocking the snowy projectile. “A queen acting so immaturely- what would the people say?” He asked as the ice sank back down, only the tips breaching the snow.

[nolongerfrigid]

A sharp intake of air, and her eyes widened in surprise. That was cutting it a little close all things considered. Elsa twirled her finger in the air next to her, forming a low circle of ice around her to be manipulated in case he tried it again. "The people would say something along the lines of 'oh look, she does have a sense of humour'. Although apparently it's wasted on you. What has you so down, hmm?"

[nolongerfrigid]

  "Jumping to conclusions, Jack. I did say perhaps, after all. Never did I say I was concerned." Pointing out her specific wording, a haughty smirk rested on her lips. "Although the fact that you’re you alone is something to be concerned about, occasionally."

[coldheartedfrost]

Jack glared at the ice queen, an angry flush of fern-like patterns of frost spreading on his pale cheeks. “It’s not my fault you’re afraid of a little chaotic storm in your crystalline life, your majesty. It’s not my fault you never learned to let it go.” Jack was sick and tired of being frowned upon and ignored and looked upon with distasteful for things he couldn’t control. “I didn’t ask for you to take time out of your busy schedule to come visit, after all.”

[nolongerfrigid]

Shaking her head at his tone of voice, Elsa crossed her arms in front of her with a slight huff. "I learned how to control my powers perfectly fine, thank you."  With those last words the wind picked up for just a moment before it dropped down once more. Narrowing her eyes just slightly in diastase she raised her hand and formed snowflakes. "Maybe it's not me who needs to learn to let it go, snowball." With the nickname in place she couldn't help but flick some of the snow over in his direction. If he was going to sound childish she could very easily match his behavior.