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.
She feels even more hopeful when she hears his words of reassurance and her entire face lights up, a crooked smile on her face.
"Well..." Elsa tilts her head to the side thoughtfully, considering her options. The hand on her waist is an excellent start and she's a lot calmer this time around; perhaps talking it through, even a short exchange, helps her more than she thought it would.
"You can move your hands wherever you want," she invites him, deciding to place hers on his shoulders again. "Or - or run them through my hair, take my braid out."
Her braid - there's an idea. With a faint smile, Wally runs his hand over it, playing gently with the ends as he looks back at her. "I always did want to see how you looked with it down."
Leaning in to give her another, more lasting kiss, he busies his hands with carefully dismantling the braid. He doesn't want to hurt her, or pull her hair as he does this, so he moves slowly. Artemis had a lot of hair, he recalls, but it was always loose but for the one green ribbon she'd always use to hold it back. Elsa's hair was delicately handled, and the last thing he'd want is to ruin it somehow, but wasn't he the one to joke that she should let her hair down sometimes? So let it down they will, now that she's ready, and once it's all undone, the first thing Wally does is run his fingers through it as he kisses her, eager but restrained, holding back for her sake.
She looks so pretty when she smiles like that, all the more so because it's so rare outside of her sister's company. Wally can't suppress a grin, and her suggestions send a rush of warmth through his entire being.
"That," he says, moving his free hand to play gently with the ends of her hair before carefully starting to unbraid it, "I can do."
Silvery snowflakes scatter when he begins to undo her hair, fluttering to the ground before disappearing. The rest cling to the tendrils, wavy from being in the braid since this morning. The delicacy in which he moves and the slowness both take her by surprise, but pleasantly so. Not surprised enough to be distracted from their kiss of course. She returns that with gusto, lifting a hand to play with the ends of her hair, twirling a piece around her long fingers.
"Even your hair's cold," Wally comments, chuckling against her lips. He trails his fingers through her hair, brushing over hers and lingering there before refocusing on this kiss, pleasantly surprised at how eager she is to return it. It's funny, how different they are from one another and how easy this comes to him, at least, even if it's means pushing Elsa's boundaries. They're already further than he ever expected to go, seeing her hair loose for the first time, the very thought sending a rush of warmth through his body.
He has to remind himself not to get too excited, and eventually Wally pulls back to give her a proper look. Smiling, he tells her, "You look great with your hair down, you know."
"Is that a surprise?" Elsa laughs softly, finding that she quite enjoys having her hair toyed with. Maybe it's just him and how his hands feel, and the thrill that blossoms from within whenever they're intimate like this.
It's going much father than she anticipated. Elsa, with all her daintiness and sense of propriety, wants to follow how she feels instead of stamping down those emotions in order to remain as cool and collected as the world has come to perceive her.
"Maybe you'll be able to see more of that," she teases.
"Not really," Wally admits, "I just didn't think about that before."
And really, he should have. The girl created an ice castle, for crying out loud, and wasn't the slightest bit uncomfortable living there. Of course it would make sense that every part of her is cold to the touch... and it definitely makes things interesting for him, too.
The comment makes him pause, looking at her curiously. There might even be a tinge of red to his cheeks when he asks, "What do you mean by that?"
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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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"Well..." Elsa tilts her head to the side thoughtfully, considering her options. The hand on her waist is an excellent start and she's a lot calmer this time around; perhaps talking it through, even a short exchange, helps her more than she thought it would.
"You can move your hands wherever you want," she invites him, deciding to place hers on his shoulders again. "Or - or run them through my hair, take my braid out."
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Leaning in to give her another, more lasting kiss, he busies his hands with carefully dismantling the braid. He doesn't want to hurt her, or pull her hair as he does this, so he moves slowly. Artemis had a lot of hair, he recalls, but it was always loose but for the one green ribbon she'd always use to hold it back. Elsa's hair was delicately handled, and the last thing he'd want is to ruin it somehow, but wasn't he the one to joke that she should let her hair down sometimes? So let it down they will, now that she's ready, and once it's all undone, the first thing Wally does is run his fingers through it as he kisses her, eager but restrained, holding back for her sake.
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"That," he says, moving his free hand to play gently with the ends of her hair before carefully starting to unbraid it, "I can do."
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He has to remind himself not to get too excited, and eventually Wally pulls back to give her a proper look. Smiling, he tells her, "You look great with your hair down, you know."
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It's going much father than she anticipated. Elsa, with all her daintiness and sense of propriety, wants to follow how she feels instead of stamping down those emotions in order to remain as cool and collected as the world has come to perceive her.
"Maybe you'll be able to see more of that," she teases.
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And really, he should have. The girl created an ice castle, for crying out loud, and wasn't the slightest bit uncomfortable living there. Of course it would make sense that every part of her is cold to the touch... and it definitely makes things interesting for him, too.
The comment makes him pause, looking at her curiously. There might even be a tinge of red to his cheeks when he asks, "What do you mean by that?"