❀ for something physical.

The one thing makes you stand apart from the rest would be the color of your eyes. They’re the most vibrant icy blue hue I’ve ever seen, and in my humble opinion, your best physical feature.

♔ for something personality based.

I-It’s where the men give out gifts to the women because on valentines day the women usually give.

She blinked, her blue eyes meeting his. "I'm Elsa.. It's nice to meet you.."

{ I’ll work on yours tomorrow ^^ just letting you know }

☁︎ — A dream (or nightmare) about your muse. ( x )

Elsa's name slipped pass her lips rather softly, she wasn't too sure what occurred though there's an item coated in particles of snow. She stayed quiet though, not wanting to startle the girl even more than she intended to. Her hands were raised a bit, informing her to calm down though it didn't work; she's shaking. Knees weakening in the process and the artist didn't know what else to do during that point on.

"Don't come near me." She warned though the petite female didn't listen now did she? The moment her steps were steady, small, it caused her to instinctively take a few steps back and away from the brunette. Silent pleas to be gone were formed but Naeun's not listening, because she's staying put out of curiosity to wonder what the girl was capable of. Dangerous, perhaps, but she's been through worse.

"Naeun please."

Shaking her head slowly in response, a faint smile was beginning to form right on the corners of her lips. Hoping that the other would just relax but heavy breaths were formed, evident in the way her chest rises and falls directly back down. An apologetic expression shows in the way they locked gazes with one another and her lips parted to let thoughts seep through the center. "Calm down, it's okay."

No, it's not. Elsa muses silently to herself, jaw clenching at the words as her fingers were curled into loose fists. Trying her hardest not to break in front of the girl, the actions were an accident and it's her fault for revealing what she was -- a monster. Though Naeun didn't see her like that, no where near it in fact. The self control she's portraying was a challenge and she knows one false move and it's completely destroyed, this friendship they have with one another.

And the moment her hand was lifted up towards the petite girl's direction, a sharp thick piece of ice shoots out and suddenly it seeps through the woman's skin. Above her shoulder, ripping the material of her shirt and crimson paints on top of porcelain effortlessly. There's a smile on Naeun's lips still, movements coming to a halt and there's an apology that rings into her ear drums before she collapses onto the ground with a thud.

She shook her head and handed it to him. “N-No.. Take it, please.”