Her eyes were blue. Kristoff wasn't very poetic, and while he'd heard so many other words to describe the colors exactly, he could never be sure exactly what color turquoise was supposed to be, and whether it was more blue or more green. And what was aquamarine, exactly? And the color of her eyes was different sometimes. When he took her back to the castle in the snowstorm, they were almost grey.
The ice was in the wagon, ready to bring to the castle. He wasn't supposed to think about this. He wasn't supposed to think about her like this.