( you should do that wall meme for our jelsa. for science. )
Pin Jack down and kiss ‘em!.... for science!
{ @isolertdronning }
Elsa’s touch was always so gentle, so careful even when she pushed him back against her wall; sliding in close towards him before her lips brushes over his before pressing firmly against his own. ( Even when taking the initiative, she was always just so hesitate. )
They get so little time together where they can be truly alone; with Elsa ruling an entire kingdom and with him just... well, being Jack Frost. Sure, being invisible had some of it’s perks - he was able to sit in during those big royal meetings without detection - but generally, it was a struggle. After all, how could an invisible guy deal with his jealously over Elsa’s various marriage proposals?
However, in these moments when it was just them, all the other stuff didn’t seem to matter. Elsa trusted only him enough to be so close to her, only trusted him enough to be okay with his hands softly tangling in hair nearly as white as his own; only trusted him enough to allow his lips to deepened against her red ones with an almost possessive need, allowing himself to indulge in their rare moment of intimacy.
