[ ah, he understands. elsa shouldn't be so surprised, not after her time in storybrooke where different types of magic exist in different people; she of all people should know never to judge a book by its cover anyway. it is comforting in its own way though that does little to ease the tension trapped in her shoulders and her hands.
her eyes drop to his metallic arm, widening in wonder as he flexes his bare fingers. with a purse of her lips, elsa opens her fingers and slowly turns her wrist as frost begins to cover her skin from fingertips to her upper arm. ]
Likewise for you, Bucky.
[ she exhales again, willing herself not to turn this place into an ice storm. ]
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Date: 2019-01-20 04:47 am (UTC)her eyes drop to his metallic arm, widening in wonder as he flexes his bare fingers. with a purse of her lips, elsa opens her fingers and slowly turns her wrist as frost begins to cover her skin from fingertips to her upper arm. ]
Likewise for you, Bucky.
[ she exhales again, willing herself not to turn this place into an ice storm. ]
Let's try this.