◤ hans ◢

Hans watched Elsa, shying away and turning to her
bowl of cookie dough. He let out a hum of satisfaction,
feeling calm and somehow content with the slow movement
around the place. He glanced at the spoonful of cookie
batter, his eyes once more drawn to Elsa.

      [ He had a habit of doing that lately, it seemed. ]

                    Hans stepped over to Elsa’s spot, setting down the spoon
                    and resting his palms on the smooth counter top. He fixed
                    his eyes on her hands stirring the batch of ingredients, long
                    hair tucked behind an ear.

          ❝ Cookie dough is bad for you, I thought you knew that… I’m
           glad that I have something to change into though. I don’t think
           I could stand the smell of a pushy dog on me for much longer.❞

Hans looked over his shoulder to spot Marshmallow
tucked away in a corner, eyes flickering between the
two of them. The dog looked as scheming as ever.

                             Hans leaned in, his arm brushing against Elsa’s.
                             He spoke, lips only a short distance away from
                             her pale neck. Hans’ eyes drifted down, caught
                             on the blush on Elsa’s cheeks.

               ❝ You might find out my reasons, I’m sure…❞

✕ ✕ ┊she of ice & snow ;;

❝Cookie dough is good for the SOUL. Maybe if you eat some,
  you won’t be so               STIFF. Besides, you don’t smell like
  dog. You smell like that cologne I bought you.❞

      She wanted to [ resist ] the urge to turn her head towards him,
      but she could not help it. As her heart pounded beneath her
      rib cage and a light layer of swear formed on her palms, she
      slowly looked up at him. He was standing closer than usual
      and her fingers ITCHED to touch him.

     Before she could stop herself, she put the spoon down and reached up to cup Hans’ face. From the corner of her eye, she could see her little schemer start to wag his tail, eyes bright and eager. If she didn’t know better, Marshmallow seemed to want her and Hans together. What a strange notion but one that even she had to admit she wanted.

                             ❝What do you mean MIGHT?
  Don’t you mean WILL?❞

Then, she poked his nose and kissed his lips.
Eyes widened when she pulled away and she
could not speak. Instead she stared at him, jaw
dropped. After a while, she cleared her throat
and did her best to calm her pounding heart.  

               ❝Um                      ❞