A laugh from Queen Elsa is a rare sound, a giggle rarer still. It sends butterflies fluttering through Wally's stomach and lights up his whole face, relieved that she likes the flowers and glad to have given her a break from the stress.
"I figured this would be more your style than an amusement park," he says lightly, a faint blush on his cheeks. "I mean, I could take you somewhere if you wanted, but this place is a lot quieter. And no lines! Besides, if you want something deep-fried, I know just the place to go in Central... I mean, if you're hungry."
He might be rambling a bit. But it's true that he didn't even think about food when he'd brought Elsa here, so it could be a legitimate concern! It usually is for speedsters, at least.
"If you took me to an amusement park, I wouldn't mind." It's a shy admission. Perhaps - and this is certainly an abuse of power that she would never consider under ordinary circumstances - she could ask for an after hours tour of a part one day.
Gently, she reaches for his hand, which, as he must know by now, is a rare thing. While Elsa has become better accustomed to physical contact with others, she doesn't often initiate it herself. "Show me your city, Wally," she requests. "I know that you want me to be comfortable, but - well, I would be very interested to experience it the way you do."
Just not now. Now, they have to take advantage of this place.
"Really?" He hadn't thought a queen might be into such a commonplace thing, especially one that could crowded and dirty and gross in no time at all. "I guess we could always do that next time."
His smile is bright, excited, when she takes his hand. Having been around her for some time now, Wally knows what that means for Elsa, so it means a lot to him as a result. He's quick to nod his assent, and gives her hand a light squeeze of encouragement.
"What do you want to see? I'm pretty sure you won't like my high school," he jokes, "but besides that. There's this great diner my uncle took me to once, if you're hungry..."
"Later?" she asks softly, lightly pressing her other hand to his arm in some attempt to slow him down. It feels as if they have all the time in the world and she wants to enjoy every moment of it. "We can go to that diner later."
How does one go about initiating a kiss? Elsa wonders. It shouldn't be so difficult, but she still doesn't know how to do the people thing.
"I'm - I'm not hungry right now," she clarifies, looking away from him shyly after another extended glance.
Later. He's almost disappointed, but he takes the gesture for what it is - a reminder that not everything has to happen at full speed. The entire reason they're here is to slow down and breathe, but sometimes, Wally still has to work to remember that.
"Okay. I guess we can chill out here for a while," he says instead, taking her hand and giving it a quick kiss. Got to treat the queen with proper courtesy.
Now that, she hasn't realized she would enjoy as much, or that it would make her blush even more than she is already. It seems like the kind of thing Anna would sigh dreamily about, the romantics of courtship. Elsa didn't need a husband to become queen, but it's never to late, she supposes.
"We can certainly ... chill," Elsa repeats, chuckling softly, not because of the pun but because she's only just getting accustomed to using colloquial language.
It's funny how such a small gesture, something so common in movies with queens and princesses, brings a blush to her face, pale and pretty as she normally is. It's cute, though, and it brings a smile to Wally's face.
"Then maybe I should do it more often," he replies, straightening his back. He's just a few inches taller than her, but it's enough to tell the difference, and now, he's feeling a little more daring. The blush is cute, sure, and the way she said that is inviting enough, so it shouldn't hurt if he just... leaned in to leave a soft kiss her cheek.
She supposes that after a lifetime of wearing gloves, it was bound to happen the moment she decided to go without them. There's something to be said for real, human touch in any context, with all its warmth and affection, and it makes her feel more human, normal.
Flirting. This is flirting. She can do that.
Obviously, she is going to run over every (appropriate) detail by her sister, not giving too much informations, but enough to make sense of all of this. Plus, she will certainly be happy to hear what Elsa has been up to recently.
Taking a chance, she turns her head slightly to catch his lips, merely brushing them instead of giving a real kiss. Well, that's a start.
His cheeks turn a light pink that he whole-heartedly ignores, unused to anything quite like this. Such a soft touch is... well, exciting, and only to be expected from someone like her, he thinks. Elsa is hardly known for her boldness, and he's and the others, first through talking to Anna and then from experience, have seen just how shy the Queen of Arendelle can be.
She's different than the girls Wally is used to in every way. All of the ladies on their team are varying degrees of bold and confident, not a trace of timidity among them. M'gann might be the shyest, but even she is pretty straight-forward most of the time. It's this that makes Elsa so intriguing, so special, and that's why he doesn't have so much trouble forcing himself to slow down, for her sake, and take their time with... whatever this is.
But of course, it leaves him wanting, and Wally West is often a creature of impulse. So it's natural for him to tip his head, pressing closer for a soft, but full, kiss, absentmindedly twining his fingers together with hers.
How nice it is to be kissed. She isn't much of a romantic, but even she can admit that this is quite nice. It's not a drastic change of pace and it doesn't come as a surprise, his eagerness to return her attempt at a kiss.
It makes her giggle again, this time softer, and she allows him to lace their fingers together. Instinct still has her wanting to pull away and close off, but her quiet yearnings somehow overpower all of that, at least in this instance.
He's noticed over time that with a lot of things, Elsa needs a little push to do something a little bolder than usual. Wally doesn't mind, of course; it's a new kind of challenge, a delicate one that he approaches as carefully as his own impulses will allow. It's easy enough to transition from her actions to a real kiss, to take her hand, but he knows full well how such close contact affects Elsa. It scares her, understandably so after all she's been through, but it's precisely because of that that he can appreciate her not pulling away as much as he does.
That quiet laugh has him grinning against her lips, and he pulls back just enough to smile at her for a moment. He did think she needed some time away to relax, so it's good to see her actually doing it instead of dwelling on the problem for once. That never works out well - Wally knows from experience. It isn't long before he leans in again, forcing himself not to push boundaries just when she's opening up to him. But he likes this a lot, whatever it really is. Flirting with her, being flirted with, is fun.
She deposits the lovely bouquet on a low wall because she's ready to reach out and, not taking his other hand, touch his cheek. Her fingertips are still cold, enough to feel different but not enough to startle.
They both seem to be doing a good job of reigning in their respective powers and urges, but she feels she can push herself even further and prompt him to be more of himself around her. Smiling back at Wally, she pulls him in once more to resume their kissing. While her hands are cold, her lips are surprisingly warm.
Her touch, cool as it is, is actually refreshing for Wally, very different from the number of ice-equipped supervillains he and his uncle have gone up against. Those guys just make him cold, and it slows him down in the most frustrating way he's ever felt, even with school back in session. But Elsa? She's certainly cold, but it's like the crisp cold that comes with a breath of fresh air in late autumn, reminding him that not all things need to be fast to be enjoyable.
With his other hand free, he takes the chance to rest it gently on Elsa's hip, taking her invitation for what it is but at the same time, not wanting to scare her away. He decided a long time ago, once they first started opening up to one another, that he wouldn't rush into things with her like he usually does. Her lips feel soft, and Wally already knows he wants more, but whatever happens, they'll go at her pace. He's supposed to be her bodyguard of sorts; his job is to make sure that Queen Elsa is safe and comfortable, but he doesn't see why he can't go the extra mile. So after just a moment's hesitation, Wally parts his lips against hers, carefully brushing his tongue over them.
Just wait until she gets him speed skating. She's sure he won't be complaining about ice there.
The hand on her him makes her tense up slightly, the temperature around them momentarily dropping until she finds calm once more. A part of her does want to joke about going above and beyond the duties of bodyguard, but she's far too occupied kissing. Really kissing. Her mouth opens slightly at his prompting.
The hand wrapped around his moves up his arm so she can rest it against his chest, her fingers lightly curling into his shirt.
It's impossible not to feel that change or Elsa's hesitation, and with it, he freezes, pulling his hand back just enough to give her the extra space she needs. The last thing Wally wants to do is push her into something she isn't comfortable with. With that in mind, he'll back off for now and just enjoy kissing her, mildly relieved that she's parted her lips for him. He'll gladly take advantage of that small gesture to see just how far he can push the boundaries before she gets too uncomfortable.
Her fingers curl into his shirt a little tighter, meant to be encouraging because she wants him to know that she does want this, whatever this is, as long as it's with him. It's the first time she has felt close to anyone outside of her family, someone she can put her trust in to support her or protect her if need be.
"You don't need to move your hand," she murmurs against his lips, just before she tips her head back to smile at him, to turn her wide blue eyes onto him so that he knows how sincere she is right now.
Well, if the lady insists, he'll put his hand back despite his hesitance. The feeling of her holding onto his shirt like this is... surprisingly nice, so when Elsa pulls back, he offers her a smile in return. Softly, he replies, "Sorry... I don't want you to be uncomfortable or anything."
"Actually, I - well, I'm the complete opposite of that right now."
Elsa has to laugh again because how long has she waited to say that to someone? Each day, she revels in her newfound friendships, relationships. It feels so good to be able to touch someone and, for once, not fear for his life. It inspires her to touch more, to be closer; even if she is tentative in her movements, she just wants him to know that she is, indeed, happy.
"Really?" For all the self-confidence he likes to project, Wally has never been the smoothest when it comes to the girls he actually likes. It's why he'd been so surprised when Elsa had actually responded to his flirting, aside from her general iciness - he liked her, but he'd never expected her to actually respond in kind, sincerely or not.
But what is Elsa, if not sincere? It puts a dumb smile on his face, and he presses closer, pushing his luck a little further to kiss her again, tongue and all, to pick right back up where they left off.
Things have grown heated and she can feel her chest and neck warm while around them, thin ice begins to spread over the bricks and stones. It's a funny contradiction, she would have to admit later on; but for now, she pulls back slightly, having anticipated it, but unsure how it might effect their little meeting. Not entirely pulling her hands away from him, they hover over his chest and she curls her fingers into loose fists.
He starts to smile again, relieved and more than happy to keep this going as long as Elsa will allow. He'll stop if she asks, of course, but until then, he'll take what she gives him. He pauses, however, when she starts to pull her hands away, confused until he sees the spread of ice on the ground around them.
He should have known.
"Hey, don't worry about it," Wally tells her, taking her hands in his own and trying to catch her eyes. "It's okay. A little frost won't hurt."
Elsa uncurls her fingers when Wally takes her hands, eyeing the nail marks in the heels of her palms. At his comforting, the frost subsides somewhat but lingers, as does the chill in the air. As eager as she is for this, this will always be the biggest setback.
She takes comfort in his reassurance, but - “It could. One day,” Elsa murmurs, wanting to pull away.
"Don't be," he says, offering Elsa a smile. He'd love nothing more than to see her relax completely, without having to worry about her power. She isn't the first to have trouble controlling something like it, and she won't be the last. He has faith that she'll learn to control it as well as anyone else, if not better than the rest, and once she does, she'll be unstoppable. "I've seen you practicing. You're getting better at controlling it every day."
“I’m better,” she insists, more to herself than to him. “I’m so much better than I was before I was coronated.”
And she wants nothing more than to be close to him in this moment, just for now while they’re the only people around for miles. He’s become a very important person to her. While she doesn’t always need an anchor to keep her grounded, he certainly helps in his own way and she wants to show him how much she care about him and how much she appreciates him being there for her.
“Could - you could still touch me,” she suggests quietly.
"You are," he insists, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. "I've watched you; you're getting better at it every day." Even when the attacks come, Elsa has learned to not to panic quite the way she had before, as the runaway he'd only heard about in the news before they'd ever gotten this mission.
Smiling, Wally drops his gaze for a moment and tries not to blush. He can be as nervous as she is, sometimes, especially when it comes to being close to one another. His hand slides down her arm, eventually resting very carefully on her waist where it had been before.
"What do you want me to do?" he asks in return. It would be easy for him to take the lead, but Wally doesn't want to do anything she doesn't like if he can help it. Besides, letting her take point is good for her; even though she is a queen, she so rarely pursues anything with another person besides her sister. He wants to be sure she's completely willing for whatever happens here today.
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"I figured this would be more your style than an amusement park," he says lightly, a faint blush on his cheeks. "I mean, I could take you somewhere if you wanted, but this place is a lot quieter. And no lines! Besides, if you want something deep-fried, I know just the place to go in Central... I mean, if you're hungry."
He might be rambling a bit. But it's true that he didn't even think about food when he'd brought Elsa here, so it could be a legitimate concern! It usually is for speedsters, at least.
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Gently, she reaches for his hand, which, as he must know by now, is a rare thing. While Elsa has become better accustomed to physical contact with others, she doesn't often initiate it herself. "Show me your city, Wally," she requests. "I know that you want me to be comfortable, but - well, I would be very interested to experience it the way you do."
Just not now. Now, they have to take advantage of this place.
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His smile is bright, excited, when she takes his hand. Having been around her for some time now, Wally knows what that means for Elsa, so it means a lot to him as a result. He's quick to nod his assent, and gives her hand a light squeeze of encouragement.
"What do you want to see? I'm pretty sure you won't like my high school," he jokes, "but besides that. There's this great diner my uncle took me to once, if you're hungry..."
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How does one go about initiating a kiss? Elsa wonders. It shouldn't be so difficult, but she still doesn't know how to do the people thing.
"I'm - I'm not hungry right now," she clarifies, looking away from him shyly after another extended glance.
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"Okay. I guess we can chill out here for a while," he says instead, taking her hand and giving it a quick kiss. Got to treat the queen with proper courtesy.
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"We can certainly ... chill," Elsa repeats, chuckling softly, not because of the pun but because she's only just getting accustomed to using colloquial language.
"I quite liked that kiss."
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"Then maybe I should do it more often," he replies, straightening his back. He's just a few inches taller than her, but it's enough to tell the difference, and now, he's feeling a little more daring. The blush is cute, sure, and the way she said that is inviting enough, so it shouldn't hurt if he just... leaned in to leave a soft kiss her cheek.
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Flirting. This is flirting. She can do that.
Obviously, she is going to run over every (appropriate) detail by her sister, not giving too much informations, but enough to make sense of all of this. Plus, she will certainly be happy to hear what Elsa has been up to recently.
Taking a chance, she turns her head slightly to catch his lips, merely brushing them instead of giving a real kiss. Well, that's a start.
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She's different than the girls Wally is used to in every way. All of the ladies on their team are varying degrees of bold and confident, not a trace of timidity among them. M'gann might be the shyest, but even she is pretty straight-forward most of the time. It's this that makes Elsa so intriguing, so special, and that's why he doesn't have so much trouble forcing himself to slow down, for her sake, and take their time with... whatever this is.
But of course, it leaves him wanting, and Wally West is often a creature of impulse. So it's natural for him to tip his head, pressing closer for a soft, but full, kiss, absentmindedly twining his fingers together with hers.
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It makes her giggle again, this time softer, and she allows him to lace their fingers together. Instinct still has her wanting to pull away and close off, but her quiet yearnings somehow overpower all of that, at least in this instance.
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That quiet laugh has him grinning against her lips, and he pulls back just enough to smile at her for a moment. He did think she needed some time away to relax, so it's good to see her actually doing it instead of dwelling on the problem for once. That never works out well - Wally knows from experience. It isn't long before he leans in again, forcing himself not to push boundaries just when she's opening up to him. But he likes this a lot, whatever it really is. Flirting with her, being flirted with, is fun.
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They both seem to be doing a good job of reigning in their respective powers and urges, but she feels she can push herself even further and prompt him to be more of himself around her. Smiling back at Wally, she pulls him in once more to resume their kissing. While her hands are cold, her lips are surprisingly warm.
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With his other hand free, he takes the chance to rest it gently on Elsa's hip, taking her invitation for what it is but at the same time, not wanting to scare her away. He decided a long time ago, once they first started opening up to one another, that he wouldn't rush into things with her like he usually does. Her lips feel soft, and Wally already knows he wants more, but whatever happens, they'll go at her pace. He's supposed to be her bodyguard of sorts; his job is to make sure that Queen Elsa is safe and comfortable, but he doesn't see why he can't go the extra mile. So after just a moment's hesitation, Wally parts his lips against hers, carefully brushing his tongue over them.
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The hand on her him makes her tense up slightly, the temperature around them momentarily dropping until she finds calm once more. A part of her does want to joke about going above and beyond the duties of bodyguard, but she's far too occupied kissing. Really kissing. Her mouth opens slightly at his prompting.
The hand wrapped around his moves up his arm so she can rest it against his chest, her fingers lightly curling into his shirt.
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"You don't need to move your hand," she murmurs against his lips, just before she tips her head back to smile at him, to turn her wide blue eyes onto him so that he knows how sincere she is right now.
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Elsa has to laugh again because how long has she waited to say that to someone? Each day, she revels in her newfound friendships, relationships. It feels so good to be able to touch someone and, for once, not fear for his life. It inspires her to touch more, to be closer; even if she is tentative in her movements, she just wants him to know that she is, indeed, happy.
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But what is Elsa, if not sincere? It puts a dumb smile on his face, and he presses closer, pushing his luck a little further to kiss her again, tongue and all, to pick right back up where they left off.
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Things have grown heated and she can feel her chest and neck warm while around them, thin ice begins to spread over the bricks and stones. It's a funny contradiction, she would have to admit later on; but for now, she pulls back slightly, having anticipated it, but unsure how it might effect their little meeting. Not entirely pulling her hands away from him, they hover over his chest and she curls her fingers into loose fists.
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He should have known.
"Hey, don't worry about it," Wally tells her, taking her hands in his own and trying to catch her eyes. "It's okay. A little frost won't hurt."
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She takes comfort in his reassurance, but - “It could. One day,” Elsa murmurs, wanting to pull away.
“I’m sorry. I’m just anxious.”
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And she wants nothing more than to be close to him in this moment, just for now while they’re the only people around for miles. He’s become a very important person to her. While she doesn’t always need an anchor to keep her grounded, he certainly helps in his own way and she wants to show him how much she care about him and how much she appreciates him being there for her.
“Could - you could still touch me,” she suggests quietly.
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Smiling, Wally drops his gaze for a moment and tries not to blush. He can be as nervous as she is, sometimes, especially when it comes to being close to one another. His hand slides down her arm, eventually resting very carefully on her waist where it had been before.
"What do you want me to do?" he asks in return. It would be easy for him to take the lead, but Wally doesn't want to do anything she doesn't like if he can help it. Besides, letting her take point is good for her; even though she is a queen, she so rarely pursues anything with another person besides her sister. He wants to be sure she's completely willing for whatever happens here today.
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