Heron Lake Plateau she's so paris when we kiss

"It doesn't," the snowy princess murmurs, "We've made it this hard ourselves."

She holds onto him, her nose buried into his shoulder. She lets out a hot breath of air, moving her head to nuzzle into his neck. In the heat of the moment, she finds a small bit of confidence, and tries one more time to sway him to her. "Are you sure," she says slowly, "that you can't come back home? back with me?" Her eyes close as she waits for an answer, positive it'll be rejection, but knowing she would have regretted it had she not tried one last time.