A/N: I would just like to say i feel like a horrible person for not updating. things have been crazy over here and I have just not had time. I am so sorry.

Jayce clicked his tongue as he got dressed once more and made himself presentable. His mind raced with what needed to be done. He was still feeling a bit self-conscious but did his best to ignore it. He never faltered in his endeavors and he did not plan on starting now.

He grabbed his things and headed through the maze out into the main courtyard of the Institute. He ran a slightly shaky hand through his hair as he decided where to go. He had been watching the sun during his time at the fountain and knew he had spent at least two hours there. This meant that the meal was over and that the ice witch would have wandered off.

He slipped though one of the open glass doors connecting the courtyard to the secondary foyer of the Institute. His eyes drifted to all the many hallways that lead out of it. He came to a stop in the central star shape on the floor in the middle of the foyer. His focus began to flicker between the Freljord wing and the hall that lead to the garden of statues where he had first met the woman.

He felt conflicted between the two choices. His scientific mind began to take over, filling his head with facts and logic about the situation. The witch was hated by other Freljord champions and seemed to like being by herself anyway. She had seemed quite comfortable all alone relaxing amongst the statues and flowing water of the fountains. The uncommon indoor courtyard is where she would most likely be so that was his destination.

His heart fluttered as the memory of her sitting at the fountain. She had been so beautiful despite the scarring by her eyes. She had looked so relaxed and peaceful, so different than her self in combat. Both her sides intrigued him deeply but he found himself yearning for her hidden soft side that he had stumbled upon. His mind could only imagine the mysteries she withheld from the rest of the world and he so wished to uncover them.

He flushed softly and shook his head as his mind went from fascination to filthy in a matter of seconds after thinking such things. He took a slow breath to calm his racing heart as he remembered the close lying dress she wore the night before. One could claim it left little to the imagination but he could only say that the dress spiked his imagination into very interesting directions.

Forcing the filthy conflicting thoughts from his mind, he turned towards the corridor that lead to the statue courtyard. He took a step towards it but had to stop abruptly when he heard his name called. His body stiffened with anxiety, the need to stay fought the need to run. He straightened up and turned towards the one that called to him. A sigh escaping him as he saw the entire Piltover team walking towards him.

It should not have taken him as strange that they were all together and calling out to him but he could not help but feel unnerved by the situation. He forced a smile onto his lips as he greeted them with a nod and began to walk towards them. His eyes were drawn to the massive pout on Ezreal's face.

"Dude, where have you been? We've been looking all over for you!" The frantic tone in the young man's voice made Jayce uncomfortably shift his weight. He looked to Caitlyn to see the severity of the situation and was not pleased by what he saw.

"Why? Our matches don't start for another hour." He tried to keep his own frantic tone out of his voice as he felt incredible antsy to go find the ice witch. He stiffened up once more as Vi lunged forward and grabbed him by the furry coat collar. He blinked rapidly as she began to shake him angrily.

"No it ain't, Jay! They're cancelling all matches and making us all head home! Can you believe this? We gotta give up our matches just because of some stupid border control issues?!"

The jarring movement of the mighty woman shaking him was rather distracting, leaving the words to take longer than usual to sink into Jayce's mind. An epiphany followed shortly after, causing his eyes to widen as he gasped in horror. He quickly shoved her away and ran desperately for the hall that had the statue courtyard. He knew he was being irrational, he knew that logically there would be countless more times to speak with the Ice Witch at the Institute but suddenly found himself unable to live without talking to her one last time.

He needed to know he had a chance to at least possible earn her frozen heart. Though, how could he earn her heart if they could not speak to each other outside of the Institute? No one knew when this border issue would resolve and when the Institute would reopen. Everyone knew that the Ice Witch was from Freljord but no one knew which part she came from. This was his last chance to ask how to gain her favor.

He stumbled stupidly through the long corridor. He blinked as he ran, everything looked so different in the daylight. The stunning statues did not hold his attention for long as he searched desperately for the blue-skinned woman. His eyes scanned every statue as he checked around ever fountain. He was beginning to lose hope until he suddenly heard the soft crackling of water turning to ice.

He followed the sound until he came upon a large fountain hidden away in the shadows. His eyes lit up in wonder and relief as he spotted her by the fountain. Disappointment filled him as he saw her in her combat dress but he stuffed it down as he forced himself to catch his breath. His lungs hurt from running and his body shivered from the effort to calm himself. He walked slowly towards her as her claws played with the icy surface of the fountain water.

"Most strange. We are all ordered to leave yet the first thing you do is come to me." The first part of the conversation escaping her shocked him. He was not used to her speaking first in the short time he had come to know her. He walked close and knelt down on one knee before her. He blinked rapidly and spoke slowly as he tried to force his thoughts into order.

"Yes, M'lady. I seem to be acting a little strange as of late and I fear you are the reason. I so hate to be a bother to such a busy woman but I have something I must do. I cannot leave this place until I have told you the plea of my heart. It is a bit cliche but it has happened all the same." His chest tightened in fear, "I came here to ask for the chance to court you, M'lady."

Lissandra's sightless eyes widened under her heavy helmet. She sat up straighter in surprise and turned her face towards him. Conflict filled her, she wished to rid herself of him but also wished for him to fulfill his offer and court her. She swallowed and made the only compromise.

"You wish to court me, simple inventor? You must prove your resolve to me."

"I will do almost anything to do so, M'lady. So long as it does not bring harm to my home or my friends." She nodded at his words, his loyalty only made him more enticing.

"Of course, child of Piltover." She stood as she lowered her hand, cupping his jaw in her claws, "Come to the grand Shattersilt mountain in Freljord. Come alone and with only the minimum of supplies." Lissandra mentally sighed as she put these restrictions on him. Most males would only do so much for a female and most modern males would never do such foolish things to obtain said female. This was her plan to rid herself of him.

Jayce hissed softly as she gripped his jaw. The icy touch of her skin against his felt like he was burning. The pain did little to deter him, the same was of her restrictions. He swallowed thickly as his eyes drifted closed.

"As you wish, M'lady. You ask a fair price." Her challenge had been accepted and Lissandra had been left speechless.