[ Elsa certainly isn't afraid. There's a small hiccup of a gasp as she's pulled flush to his chest-- which is immediately cut off by his mouth. Demanding, with out formalities-- and yup, cigarettes. Definitely Bigby.
She's already up on her tip toes, fingers digging into his shoulder, and trying to find a way to counter his mass. A futile effort, but one none-the-less. Either way, they both knew she was far from helpless- so shes sure he's not worried about that, shes just a touch frustrated.
Granted, the fact that she's being kissed helps quell those emotions. Something entirely new bubbling right under the surface. They'd known each other for such a long time, he'd always been protective of her, especially in this new life. Being away from -- well... her "role" had helped ease her into being more free than she could ever imagine.
Her sister had taken advantage of that, of course. After all, she had Kristoff, Elsa should be able to find someone just as amazing in no time.
The long list of "suitors" were mostly duds. And she's sure her frustration was only matched by Bigby's. Though she could never really pin point why.
Well- not until their last meeting of course.
With that memory in mind, she weaves slim fingers into his hair and tugs him closer.
He'd been her companion on that dark snowy mountaintop so many years ago-- they had a lot of time to catch up on. ]
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She's already up on her tip toes, fingers digging into his shoulder, and trying to find a way to counter his mass. A futile effort, but one none-the-less. Either way, they both knew she was far from helpless- so shes sure he's not worried about that, shes just a touch frustrated.
Granted, the fact that she's being kissed helps quell those emotions. Something entirely new bubbling right under the surface. They'd known each other for such a long time, he'd always been protective of her, especially in this new life. Being away from -- well... her "role" had helped ease her into being more free than she could ever imagine.
Her sister had taken advantage of that, of course. After all, she had Kristoff, Elsa should be able to find someone just as amazing in no time.
The long list of "suitors" were mostly duds. And she's sure her frustration was only matched by Bigby's. Though she could never really pin point why.
Well- not until their last meeting of course.
With that memory in mind, she weaves slim fingers into his hair and tugs him closer.
He'd been her companion on that dark snowy mountaintop so many years ago-- they had a lot of time to catch up on. ]