A/N: A fluffy, short one-shot.
"A kiss seals two souls for a moment in time." — Levende Waters
Cold snowflakes brushed her face but she did not notice. Her fingers smoothed over the fabric of her dress and she looked up into the sky. She stared at the moon that cast its light down upon her and basking beneath the light of the moon was Jack Frost.
"Jack! Come down here for a second. Please?"
The boy's eyelids clearly flickered at the sound of her voice and he came when she called. He landed by her side.
She smiled at him.
There was blue in his colorless face, as colorless as his fingers that curled around his staff. Elsa could hear her heart hammering in her ears and silently she wondered why after all this time, he still came whenever she called.
Jack tilted his head questioningly and a lop-sided smirk twisted his mouth, "You called—?"
Elsa moved her hand to the source of the boy's voice until her fingertips covered his lips. The boy frowned and leaned away from the unexpected touch where conjured frost now iced them.
Then before Jack could react, Elsa leaned forward, eyes resolutely closed and in place of her fingers, she lifted herself onto her toes, kissing those soft, frost-covered lips.
When the boy pulled away, his colorless face suddenly became suffused with color — and that color was red because he was blushing.
Elsa smiled.
With that kiss on his cold lips in the moonlight, she felt...
...there was the faintest touch of warmth.