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_{Ah, finally something that made her stammer a little, even though that much hadn’t even been intentional. Apparently the thought of speaking of them as a unit was a little upsetting – or maybe even baffling to her.}

        _{Either way, Hans smile didn’t vanish as he followed her, hands clasped behind his back.}

_{To keep them warm, actually, the fabric of his gloves being slightly rubbed together. He’d survive the night. With a cold, probably. He was still putting all of his hopes onto the fact that he’d at least be shielded from the storm outside.}

     _{Inspecting the furniture, he noted that all of it looked very simple. It was a nice thought. A landly house in the woods. Once he was King of Arendelle, he’d order for a similar house to be built at the exact same spot. She’d laugh the sentiment off, probably. Maybe he’d use that fantasy to find into sleep tonight. “I like it.” He said earnestly and moved towards the bed, patting the snow of the mattress with a thoughtful expression.}

         _{“Will that… melt?” He asked and turned towards her again, brows knitted in concern. “That would be wet. And unpleasant.”}

     _{He really wasn’t sure how much her magic could do and if it went that far. He’d be freezing either way, but getting himself completely soaked in melted snow, too, was really nothing he looked forward to. He’d rather stay up and pace the room, keeping his muscles moving. Which he should probably do, any ways, tonight wouldn’t get him all too much sleep.}

_{His question is a rational one but she can’t help but be amused by it. Will it melt? Has anything else she’s made recently melting? Logically the answer would be a big fat no. But she’d word it as politely as she could manage. The urge to poke holes in his questions is a strong one. His fears are understandable and yet some very childish part of the Queen can’t help but laugh.}

         _{"No, it won’t melt. Nothing else I’ve made has.. I doubt it will get very warm but.. it won’t melt. It won’t be wet like your jacket.“}

_{That genuinely bothered her. He had to be freezing. All she could offer was a house made of ice and a bed of snow. It.. wasn’t terribly helpful when you really got down to it. All she’d be able to do is keep him cold. There was no heat she could offer him. Even any clothes or blankets she made would likely be more troublesome than helpful.}

        _{It doesn’t feel right to sleep when the Prince has to stay up shivering in a frozen house in a chilly bed. But what can she do? Elsa has nothing she can offer.}

                  _{” – I’m sorry.“ It’s the best I can do is a statement that doesn’t leave her. It stayed caught up, bouncing about in her skull. Is it really an excuse she can give? It doesn’t sound right and she doesn’t want to hear it roll off her tongue.}

         _{"Once we’ve returned and things are settled in Arendelle you should see a physician. I’m certain that this cold can’t be good for you. I can’t.. make anything other than ice and snow. Neither of those really offer you anything helpful in this situation.”}