#❄ ❛ selv i iskald sjel trenger solen inn ❜ ⟶ VERSE.

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@evermxre : ❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

HER HEAD LEANT ONTO THE HAND upon her neck, her own palm yearning to rest upon it. And yet she knew the chill her skin would hold with the storm so close to the surface, and so she left her own arms by her sides, fingers tense with trying not to curl into a fist. Her eyes closed, she could pretend to ignore the kind look upon his face as he spoke those words. His kindness was misplaced — dangerous.

"You should be," she murmured, eyes now open but downcast. "I could kill with one wrong move... I already almost have. I shouldn't have come —"

The need to flee was strong, a instinct born from a childhood spent hidden behind doors. Isolation was the only way to be safe, the only way to keep the storm from hurting anyone else. Even as she had tried to move past such ideas, her body still defaulted to that age old defence. Every muscle felt tense, as if holding herself still would hide her from the magic that dwelled within.

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@evermxre | sc.

FINGERS TREMBLED AS THEY HOVERED ABOVE his fur coated arm. To others, perhaps, it would be seen as the fear for the visage the magic had given him. And some of it was, Elsa was willing to admit that much to herself. But what was truly setting her heart aflutter, what had her muscles clenching and relaxing, what had her stiff and still — was her bare skin. A palm not encased in fabric, secreted away and safe.

The gloves will help, her traitorous mind provided, her father's voice echoing through her ears as clearly as she had heard him when she was but a child. Just a little thing, stood trembling before him, her trust wholly in his hands. She had believed him then, and some part of her believed him now. Her poor, misled, fearful father. She did not blame him, not really. It was too late for blame ( except in the dead of night, when she could not sleep for fury, for despair, for grief ).

"You will tell me if I hurt you," she said, not a question but a command, her eyes snapping from the back of her hand to his eyes. One thing about him that had not changed. They comforted her, an island of familiarity.

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@evermxre​   /   starter call. prompt : ❛ is there anything i can do to help? ❜

SHE CAME UP BEHIND HIM, PLACING a soft kiss to the crown of his head. A passing glance was made to the paper on the desk, but she took no further notice of it. Instead, she wrapped her arms over his shoulders, letting her palms come together over his heart, feeling the gentle beat. His hair tickled her cheek, and she smiled at the casual intimacy she felt comfortable sharing with him.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked. “I have a few plans for us this afternoon, and you can’t be all cooped up for them.”