[[ Quick update! I’ve been dealing with housing stuff the past few days, and moving into my new apartment today/continuing tomorrow. So not dead! Just busy with living and back to school things! Writing will pick up most likely by Wednesday! ]]
"Probably someone I shouldn’t have just snowballed."
[splat] Jack again. He laughed loudly at the snow covered Queen, arms around his stomach.
Elsa supposed she could have fallen back on some sort of regal indignation, or at least made a show of it, but the chance for revenge was too sweet a possibility. She drew her modest snowball out, then touched the wet mess on her head. Instead of taking snow from the air around her she decided to use his ammunition against him- the entire amount of snow floated to join the snowball before gracefully dumping itself all over the young man.
Pressing a hand delicately to her lips, she replied dryly, “Probably.”
"The perfect snowball isn’t hard nor flat, but just —" [splat] “— right!”
"-Did you just-" Apparently he had, if the cold mess of snow clinging to her hair was any indication. Elsa brushed it neatly away with her hand, a smile quirking at her lips.
"I have to assume that you don’t know who I am." Her expression remained cool but behind her back a snowball formed in her palm, perfectly round and packed just so.