#wvinterisms

         his hand is gentle when it grasps elsa’s.  she had hesitated when she reached for his face,  as if she was afraid she would hurt him.  so, instead he quietly guides her fingers until they touch the scar running along his cheek.  it’s a silent permission.  she’s curious.  she always has been,  he could see it in her eyes every time they spoke.  sometimes when they were saying nothing,  quiet moments when she was supposed to be at her desk pouring over paperwork.  he would catch her glancing up at him with a thoughtful gaze.  but he doesn’t mind it now.  he wants to be seen by her.  to be known.   “  what is it?  ”  he murmurs softly,  brows pulling together as he wonders what it is that runs through her mind every time she looks at him like that. 

“If you’re trying to get out of here with minimal fuss, we can always use the side door,” he suggested after a moment’s thought, gaze shifting through the various exits and considering each. “Less chance of running into anyone than going through the kitchen.”

     Ben winced as the nurse applied another salve-covered bandage to his ribs, Queen Elsa hovering around the foreign prince as though she worried her reputation would somehow be damaged because he had managed to get hurt on the grounds of her castle. "It was no one's fault but my own," he insisted as melting ice chips dripped down his face. He'd had a skiing accident high up the mountain and had limped down alone, nearly half-frozen, multiple ribs broken and some definite damage to his left foot, though they were still waiting on the X-Ray results. "I should have asked someone to accompany me instead of venturing out on my own, your majesty. I take full responsibility. Rest assured we will repay any expense you incur from my care. He bundled the thick woolen blanket tighter around his bare shoulders, the roaring fireplace not quite enough to keep the shivers from wracking his chilled bones.

      the   words   surprise   him,   eyes   narrowing   slightly   in   his   queen’s   direction.   though   she   may   not   exactly   be   wrong,   it   still   was   not   pleasant   to   hear   the   words   spoken   aloud.   “   no   one   enjoys   being   alone,   my   queen.   ”   this   he   knew   better   than   most.   sure   he   had   his   fair   share   of   one   nights   shared   with   another,   but   such   were   not   what   she   was   talking   about.   “   but   as   long   as    i   am   here,   you   shall   not   be   alone,   your   highness.   ”   because   as   long   as   she   allowed   him   to   stay   at   her   side,   he   would   always   be   there   for   her,   though   it   might   not   be   in   the   capacity   she   was   implying.

“  so,  how  about  it  ?  ”  a  rare  smile  lingers  on  the  hunters  lips,  brows  arched  at  elsa.  “  you  ready  to  give  this  training  a  shot  ?  remember,  just  because  i  like  you,  doesn’t  mean  i’ll  go  easy  on  you.  ”  there’s  humour  in  his  tone,  bumping  his  shoulder  against  hers  lightly.  “  no  pressure.  if  you’re  not  ready,  tell  me  and  we’ll  keep  practising.  ”

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“ you don’t ever have to worry about that. “ brushing his lips across her knuckles softly. “ i’m always going to be by your side. wherever you go, i go. “