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✬;; – The moment she felt the bed shift next to her, Tamora was pulled halfway in between being awake and asleep. She could feel Elsa stirring beside her  but, well, the arcade was closed for the day. Why would she want to even think about getting up early when she didn’t have to?

The weight continued to shift causing Tamora to be pulled more and more into the world of waking. Though she was having one of the most    f a n t a s t i c    dreams, waking up to her girlfriend beside her was far greater than anything her mind could come up with. It had been a long time since Tammy had that and she was going to be damned to let that go. 

It wasn’t until she felt Elsa’s weight settle on top of her that Calhoun was pulled completely into the waking world. Fortunately the Ice Queen had done so gradually enough not to be flung off Tamora in a panic. Instead curiosity took hold. Instead of opening her eyes and asking her what she was doing, Tamora kept her them closed…just to see what Elsa was going to do. 

The      g e n t l e     patterns her fingers were making caused goosebumps to raise on Cal’s skin, as if providing a trail to show where her fingers had been. The lightness of it almost     t i c k l e d    in some spots. How Tamora continued to feign sleep, even she didn’t know. And just when she didn’t think she could take anymore, the tracing stopped. What else was Elsa planning?

Tamora didn’t have long to wait as she felt gentle kisses peck at her face. What started out as one or two quickly turned into multiple. Even though her eyes were still closed, Tammy couldn’t stop the smile from      s p r e a d i n g     across her lips. Well, she was going to be busted sooner or later. 

Whether Elsa had noticed or not, Tamora eyes      f l u t t e r e d     open and just as Elsa dived in for another quick peck, Tamora’s blue eyes opened and her head turned hastily, resulting in Elsa’s kisses not going to Tam’s face, but to her own lips instead. Just as she’d planned. Those kisses on her face were nice, but nothing was better than Elsa’s lips on her own. Though still sleepy, she couldn’t help but meet the chill with her own fire. Twisting her body, Tamora’s arms wrapped up around Elsa before pulling her in close. 

Though the kiss had ended, the still slightly sleepy soldier buried her head into the other’s face, doing everything she could to be as close as physically possible. Letting her eyes flutter closed, Tamora let out a contented sigh.

          “ 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 impressive. “ He approached from behind, emerging from the shadows of the nook that he had taken shelter in. THE COLD FROST often had a mind of its own, wild, uncontrollable, INDEPENDENT--as was the thick pillow of snow that covered the shallow basin. So it was a surprise when, amazingly, he became witnessed to the young woman who manipulated the snow AS IF IT WERE CLAY.

       “ 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹, I have only known my own kind to be MASTERS OF THE ICE. “

Were it not for the woman’s unusual scent, Shere Khan would have killed her on sight. As it were, he gave pause in his never-ending hunt for food, his white-tipped ears pricking at the sound of an UNDOUBTEDLY human voice, but the scent that carried through the air was nothing short of UNIQUE. A veritable bouquet of hitherto unexplored smells, the scents of cold and frost and ice, so alien to the tiger’s senses and yet so ENTICING in their novelty!  

How could he not approach when such new experiences lay before him? Indeed, what was that saying of man, that Tabaqui had regaled him with over the half chewed remains of a bone? That “curiosity killed the cat?” And he had responded with his own overheard line “that curiosity may have killed it, but satisfaction brought it back”. 

He allowed himself a moment of solemn reflection as he thought on his departed Jackal comrade, but he wasted no time in pressing on, closing the distance between himself and the object of his interest within mere moments.

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✬;; – ❝ Relax? Babe, you do realize WHO you’re talking to right? Besides it’s hard to relax knowing that the only thing between you and smashing your head against the ice is two pieces of steel strapped to your feet,❞ the soldier commented as she gripped the other’s hand probably far too tightly to be comfortable for Elsa. But as she took a step on to the ice she couldn’t help it.

Needless to say this was not something that Tamora had ever done. It was only by the magic of Elsa’s disappointed look that got her out on the ice in the first place. It was likely a huge mistake and Tamora knew it. It wasn’t that Tamora WASN’T athletic - quite the contrary in fact - but a different type of athleticism was needed to keep balance on such a slippery surface.

And, if Tamora was being honest, she was WASN’T known for her grace. She was a rough and tumble soldier girl. Skating took a      f i n e s s e     that she was positive that she didn’t have. Still, the feeling of Elsa’s slender fingers running over her clenched knuckles did bring a bit of reassurance to the taller girl. Not much though as she had a realization. Tamora knew if Elsa was holding on to her when she fell, Tamora would take her down with her. Even though the pale girl was one of the tallest people outside of Tamora’s game, Tamora still had almost a foot and a half on her. No way for Elsa to stop her if she did fall.

❝Are you sure about this? ❞ Tamora asked as she felt herself     w o b b l e     back and forth, reaching out to grab at Elsa again. ❝This really isn’t my forte. Can I just like, take you out to the gun range and teach you how to shoot instead? ❞

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The news channels in Gotham City weren’t sure what to make of the freak snowstorm. Not a single meteorologist had any speculation as to how it had formed or why, when there was absolutely no indication of a cold front that could have made it possible on a day when it was in the low sixties. The best guess seemed to be this was some crazy scheme of a supervillain like Mr. Freeze, but he was still locked tight in Arkham Asylum. Back to the drawing board.

Pamela Isley was walking through the Robinson Park, extending a portion of her power here and there to keep the natural vegetation from going into shock from the sudden cold snap. The humans could look after themselves; this was her business to attend. Everything in her greenhouses would be fine because they were climate controlled, but she highly doubted the parks department would bother to do anything more than give the trees a casual glance.