He gave a slow shrug of his shoulders. “All men are alike doesn’t matter the species.” He mused as he reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. “Stubbornness is a trait they all have, granted women are not much better.” He pointed out turning his gaze towards the side not really paying attention towards her actions as she began to build a snowball with her back turned to him. “Actually I honestly find you women to be far more stubborn, so convinced of a specific way it wouldn’t matter if us men were right or wrong we’d just instantly be wrong.” He chuckled.
“People in general are stubborn, you tell them to stay and they instantly think wondering off is the thing to do, my number one rule and it is the most broken.” He confessed as he shook his head rambling to himself more then he was Elsa really as he glanced around the snow and their surroundings. He had at least brought her to somewhere where she could do as she wished without worry of course and that pleased him. “Well should we—-” He was cut off as he looked back only to find the snowball flying his way.
It was large enough to knock him back and as he fell into the snow he let out a breath and shuddered into the snow. “That….that….” He began to chatter a bit and raised a hand out of the snow pointing a finger in Elsa’s direction when he had his breath back. “Is incredibly cold!” He gasped as he sat up shaking his back out a bit as he made a few sounds of a more high pitched noise. “Cold…..cold incredibly cold.”
He may have been talking but Elsa stopped listening. The only thing she was concentrated on was the task of assaulting him with snow. The ice queen had expected to be reprimanded but when what she got was a series of noises – she broke out into full blown laughter and made no attempt to conceal it. Here was some sort of extra terrestrial completed disarmed by an abnormally large snowball. Doing little more than pointing at her in an accusing fashion and muttering about how cold he was.
Oh no, she wouldn’t be apologizing for that one. “I wouldn’t know. I’m not cold at all.” She could at least offer her hand, right? Well, it’d be nice. The fact that people actually made noises like that was beyond hilarious. She sauntered over to him, brushing the snow off his shoulders as if she hadn’t been the cause of it resting there in the first place.
"What were you saying? I completely ignored ninety nine percent of that.“
