⊰ ❆ ⊱ —— A hand comes up to swat the wooden thingamajig away, not in the mood to deal with him while she is in this condition. Ironic, it is; the Snow Queen beaten by a fever. ”Go away, Jack,“ she mumbles, snuggling deeper into her pillow with a groan.

"Not until you wake up.” He has to admit he’s enjoying the fact that the perfect Snow Queen is breaking the rules a little bit, but that’s really the only thing he can enjoy if she’s asleep. Not snowball fights or sliding down the hallways on ice – he wouldn’t have to freeze anything if he wore socks, but he still refuses after almost half a millennium.