#reinedefroid

          The holidays had always been a           bittersweet time between them -           a time when they were meant to           set aside all their problems and           make nice. The thought was sweet,           and the sentiment behind it almost           touching, but in practice, it always           felt f o r c e d.                                         Still, Elsa figured she should at least                                         play nice and pretend like this time of                                         year didn't make her miserable.                  "What do you want for Christmas?"

{Elscest tho. I love it. A lot. One time an Elsa collared my Elsa. It was pretty hot. Also yes, Elsa needs to learn to love herself that is a thing.}

[ text: twinsie ] - wait that was you?[ text: twinsie ] - wait you stepped on a rake?[ text: twinsie ] - shit I donno what I thought I saw but it sure as hell wasn't that.[ text: twinsie ] - so did you spend the night on the lawn or what?

Hans was her son, and a criminal and there would be, no way around it, and he was ok with that, he had accepted it, he was content with the fact that at least Elsa of all people came to his cell every afternoon to talk with him, when the phrase left her lips he looked at her instinctively, and he felt her soft lips over his.. kissing him, at first surprised, then he left himself into the kiss, that was soft and shy, he took control of the kiss just a little and before they realized it became hot, uncontrolled,wild and he could feel her tongue cold and tasteful, exploring his mouth, much like he had done to her not to long ago. and it. felt. great.

"What is that supposed to mean?" 

It all was a game.. right?

"It'll be fine." Gamora winced, failing to conceal her obvious pain.