What has become of me?

I… oh. Of course. Shit, are they in the water? So much for changing…

"Yes, so much for changing. Unless you're fine with wearing dripping shorts for the rest of the day."

"Your pies are always delicious, Remy."

My friend’s bugging me to go swimming. I don’t swim.

Have you tried... telling your friend?

"If you say so... but you do seem awfully clammy."

"I suppose you're talking about those shorts bobbing up and down at that far side of the shore," Elsa pointed with a small smile. "Keep track next time?"

What's troubling you?"

Kyle snorted at the slip of the tongue. “Very, erm…accurate word choice, Miss Chambers,” he said, a grin on his face. “Oh, Jesus,” he muttered as he nearly stepped on her foot again. “Where was that foot even supposed to go? I don’t know. I’m not used to this. I need a sword in my hands to be able to control my feet.”

"There aren't many dancing opportunities here." Elsa almost slipped, catching the next step just in time. Somewhere out there, she could sense the fates laughing at her. "Though there are plenty of fighting events."

Jamie was confused. A little bit more than confused. He was normally good at reading people, but Elsa right now was a complete mystery. 'Is she sad? Did I say something? Oh god, what did I do?' She looked like she was blushing, but it was in no way positive. He didn't think. Her glass of tea was empty, and without asking he took the cup and walked behind the counter adding some ice water. He briskly walked back and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Elsa took the cup gingerly and had a hesitant sip, a feeling of uselessness rising in her. Here he was, handing people drinks without asking and sitting down to talk with the sole purpose of helping. And he was good because he was sincere- something shining in every word he spoke. And that was something Elsa could never be.

dance, dance {kyle and elsa}

"I- no, it's fine," Elsa managed to say, trying not to wince. It wasn't his fault, and she knew that she couldn't be much better. Her hands were clammy and pale, and she was sure that the rest of her was also. "I haven't either. I wouldn't be doing this at all if her Highness hadn't threatened- er, asked."

If you won’t learn a simple waltz, I could always have you do this instead.

"E-excuse me, your Highness?"

"That’s a good idea."

"Every once in a while I try to go out, yes. Like now. Most of the time, I stay inside."

"What about it is deceiving? It’s a beautiful name and you are beautiful enough to match it."

"I consider it a knockoff, actually."

"Nope, unless you’re in the woods or the park or the school, I’m not really around all that much."

"Well, I don't really visit any of those places, so that explains."

"It’s alright. I’m just not used to being royalty I guess."

"Oh... is it..." Elsa knew that it was an elementary question, but she asked it anyway. "Hard?"