An invitation – and that damn laugh that followed the phrase. For having lived in isolation for a long time and being brought up with the responsibility of becoming Queen and hiding her ice powers for such a long time, Elsa was a pretty big tease.
What made it worse was how intentional it was. She wanted to fluster him and make him blush, but Hans was halfway sure that she couldn’t be aware of the urges she really kindled with her actions. With the sway of her hips. If she was, she’d surely not act like she did.
Or maybe she would. Perhaps, she really wanted him.
But be gone with those thoughts! Hans told himself, having managed to keep a straight face while he had them. “Well, if I’m perfectly honest in return…” he turned, facing her. “I have never made a fire. It wasn’t necessary. I’ve watched it being done, though. We’re in need of dry fabrics.” He looked around. It was almost dark outside now. “And sticks.”
Which was worse, really. “Dry sticks.”
He deadpanned and shook his head. “I take the cold doesn’t bother you? I’ll just have to wait for my coat to dry and sleep underneath it. The wind isn’t as bad in here. I will be alright. We’ll both get our rest, this way.” Another pause and he took one, two, almost playful steps towards her, the customary smile plastered onto his face again.
“Does the lady of the house mind showing me our bedrooms?”
She’d watched, surveyed him with great interest to see what effect her words may have on him – but Hans really was good at internalizing what he felt or thought. Much to her disappointment. But as soon as he spoke of what he would need to build the fire, Elsa’s train of thought have shifted–
Both brows arched in genuine curiosity.
He didn’t know how to build a fire either, did he? That thought alone made her anxious. Would he really be warm enough here? The Queen’s mind immediately went to the worst places. At best he could get sick, at worst he could die.
"It doesn’t bother me, no. But you–“
Would he really be alright under a damp jacket? Or was him simply trying to quiet her fears? Elsa didn’t have the slightest clue but she was more than a little surprised when the Prince started right back into the conversation with that jesting tone. Wasn’t this a very serious situation?
And what was that…?
”Our bedrooms?“ That was a successful turn around on his part. She hadn’t anticipated the use of our, even with it noted that there were separate bedrooms the aspect of the house belonging to both of them was a little.. embarrassing.
"I – no, I mean there’s.. your bedroom and my bedroom. But they aren’t our bedrooms– well, in that context they are. What I mean to say is that I’ll show you your bedroom, certainly.”
Smooth, Elsa. Very smooth. She was at least able to turn on her heels, movements still graceful despite that fumbling of words as she walked <him down the short hall. The rooms were ornate, but the furniture within them was fairly simple. It looked to be a very typical bed aside from it being made of ice.. with a snow mattress. Completely normal.