I was about to make a joke about befriending snowmen not counting, but- It would be a little hypocritical of me to do so.

[ not that she actually expects he's got a walking, talking snowman buddy, but. maybe she does. and maybe she doesn't mind admitting that to Jack. she slips her hands down onto her lap to fold them there, fingers tangling up together in an attempt to, uh, cut it out. the ice-desk can stay, though. for now. ]

The world could certainly handle another Elsa. A whole fleet of us, one for every kingdom.