The Prince picked Elsa's wrist up gently and she shivered at his touch. His fingertips felt like a smooth icy nip to her paling skin. He placed her wrist on his shoulder and she felt the snow prick at her palm like glass. Her face had become flustered and hot and she breathed a laugh as the Prince placed a hand on her waist and joined his other with her hand. She composed herself eventually, yet the snow had been inevitable.

It dusted their shoulders and the Prince looked about in awe, his lashless eyes seemingly blunt until he looked back at her.

He suddenly stepped to the right and Elsa fumbled after him, whispering apologies as she accidently stamped on his feet. The Prince gave an amused smile before looking down, where crisp swirls of ice snaked around his boots. Elsa apologised again and he held up a hand.

"They look even better now," His voice was melodic and deep, and icy like the wind.

This time they both stared down at their own feet until their foreheads were almost touching. With soft instructions, the Prince manoeuvred her around in a waltz, and after a few counts of three, Elsa was dancing with ease.

The wind began to pick up as the pair turned in sync, and the Prince stopped short as his boots made a sharp cracking sound. Elsa raised an eyebrow and gasped as tiny snowflakes stirred a storm underneath them. Elsa felt her dress and her hair begin to billow like she was floating, and she clutched at the Prince even more. The trust in herself overcame her fear, and the Prince was overjoyed as their feet lifted off the ground and they became one with the air. The sea of snow beneath them was stormy but silent, and it glittered around them like a force of gorgeous power.

"I'm – we're flying!" Elsa gasped in excitement, letting her legs sway like she was floating in a sea of white water. The snow supported her in the air comfortably and the Prince clumsily staggered through the air laughing. Elsa chuckled and, at a quick flick of her finger, a flurry of snow caught him mid air and carried him closer to her. He straightened out his jacket quickly and Elsa pulled her braid closer to her as it floundered up and out.

"I don't think we have been properly introduced," The Prince smiled softly, his hair sifting above him like a white flame. "Prince Polaris of the North Mountain."

Elsa felt a smile light up her face, "Queen Elsa of Arendelle," She replied immediately.

"Arendelle?" Polaris gave a curious expression, taking both her hands in his. The cold pricked into her palms, but it did not bother her too much.

"Oh – no. Not Arendelle anymore," Elsa suddenly felt very dizzy indeed. "I'm not even sure I'm a monarch at all."

"I don't know," Polaris sighed playfully, inspecting her. "You seem pretty important to me. Arendelle must miss you."

"I don't think they will," Elsa heard her voice tremble, and she straightened it out. "Perhaps my sister, maybe she..."

She found it difficult to continue. The Prince's eyes turned at the corners with sympathy, tarnishing their glow. He gently pushed her away into the open air and the snow exploded around her body like fireworks. He stepped through the air once more, taking her by her waist and lifting her up, her dress flowing like freshness of a clear day. This dance was far more exhilarating than the first and Elsa couldn't help but propel herself higher, pulling Polaris up after her.

"Would you like to try again?" He asked once they were face to face. He offered his arms in a charming fashion and Elsa took his hands and assumed the position. They began to waltz again, but this dance was less square-shaped than it had been before. This dance went left to right, up and down, back and forth – even looped up and over. As time progressed, the dance became more and more unorthodox. Polaris would occasionally throw in a turn and spin Elsa like a silvery blue ribbon, with the strings of snow catching her delicate footfalls. The snow howled in appreciation, and the two separated into open air once more, their eyes and smiles glowing again.

"You are a wonderful dancer, Elsa. You should be Queen of something."

"I can't just become Queen, just like that," She grinned. "That doesn't happen around here."

"Who says you have to be Queen of a place?" Polaris smirked and seized her hands again, letting themselves dance freely through the thin air like stars in the sky. "Why can't you be Queen of... the Snow and Ice?"

"The Snow Queen," Elsa repeated it to herself with amusement. "I like that."

"I knew you would," He smirked. "And wherever the snow falls, it shall be your domain."

Elsa grinned and raised her arms sumptuously. At her command, the surrounding storm began to fade and swirl into her lavishly. They descended to the ground with a soft knock once the glittering sea had been completely swallowed up by Elsa's arms. All the light hearted energy twisted and moved within her and she looked up at Polaris once more.

"...Are you hungry?"

He looked like he was about to shrug but he stopped himself. "I would be honoured to dine with you, my Snow Queen."

Elsa giggled and grabbed his arm, where the crisp fabric tickled her hands. "Come on, the dining room is this way!"

Polaris looked surprised and delighted, and ran after her down the back staircase. Following the trail of thin sparkling fabric he took his seat to the left of his Queen at the long dining table. Looking dismayed at the sight of Polaris' plain seat, Elsa got up and ran her hands along the back of the chair. Slowly, sprouts of ice pushed upwards and curled like vines, until the back of the Prince's chair was as grand as Elsa's. He thanked her and they both sat down to eat.

Elsa was not surprised to see Polaris push the food around his plate. His inability to eat was a horrid reminder that his entire origin was her imagination, and was just as inhuman as the palace itself. Polaris looked up and smiled at her, and it diminished these thoughts immediately.

As Elsa took the last sip of her ice tea, she felt Polaris lay his hand on top of hers across the corner of the table. She looked into his eyes and smiled, seeing her own reflection in the blue irises. She knew the days of cold cautery were over, for now Elsa had someone at last to share an eternal reciprocity of tears.

A/N: I was perhaps thinking of a Let It Go reprise for when Elsa and Polaris are dancing. Thank you for reading!