Originally written for the WOTD Challenge 'frigorific': causing or producing cold
Disclaimer: Don't own Thor
"Are you sure?"
Sigyn placed her palm against Loki's cheek. "Of course."
She lowered her hand and gestured at the Casket of Winters.
Loki sighed, and wrapped his hands around the handles.
The effect was immediate but short-lived. He pit it down as soon as he could.
Sigyn reached out for the Casket, but her hand had only brushed the handle when she pulled it back as though she had been burned.
"It's so frigorific, how can you stand it?"
"It is an ability of my monstrous form."
"It's not monstrous, Loki." She leaned forward to kiss him. "It's beautiful."