This is just a small drabble I wrote a while ago. Just some fluff to get all my Jelsa feels in check.

I don't own either characters, they're property of their respective companies.

A smirk was present on his face. His annoying, stupid, attractive face. Leaning on his stick, the Spirit of Fun watched her with eager eyes. She continued her reading, pretending that he wasn't there.

This was a game they had been playing for a while now. She would pretend he wasn't there, he would do everything to make her acknowledge his presence. Really, it was something toddlers would do. Certainly, not two immortal spirits who had lived long past that point. Reminding herself of her upbringing, she bit the inside of her cheek. What royal would act like this?

The Queen was certain she was going to snap soon. It wasn't enough to walk the world alone ever since her death, no, fate had to further punish her by saddling her with this childish, immature boy!

A few moments of silence passed. Suddenly,something wooden and pointed jabbed into her shoulder. To her dismay and his amusement, she did jolt in surprise, but quickly composed herself. Dear gods, he was actually poking her with his stick. He would call it a staff, but for all intents and purposes, it was just a stick. Gripping the sides of her book tighter, she forced her eyes to remain straight forward and stare at the pages, although she had no idea what she was reading.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

PO- that's it! Leaping up with a shout of disdained frustration, she summoned her magic. Snow, ice, and frost alike gathered into a sphere in her palm, her pupils dilated in fury. Spirit grinned as the Wind picked him up and propelled him out of the way of the deadly blast. It wouldn't have hurt him, but, to his pleasure, dodging her blows only infuriated her more. Swooping down the frozen hallways of her castle, he ran.

Following him on foot was hard, but he purposefully let her catch up when she lagged too far behind, his gleeful laughs echoing through the corridors of the icy palace. The Spirit's cocky grin flashed in her red hued vision as he flew backwards just to mess with her even more. Lifting her arm, she forced ice into the shape of a wall right behind him.

The collision was beautiful. Snowy white hair smacked into the frozen construct and the rest of his body followed, sliding down the surface to the ground.

He groaned, rubbing the back of his head, face screwed into a pained grimace. The Spirit opened his eyes as he felt a shadow fall upon him. He wished he hadn't.

The Queen stood above him, the picture of pure, cold fury. Hands alight in magical frost, she loomed over him with murderous intentions.

He laughed.

He laughed?

Shocked, she stepped back as he hopped up. Power died on her fingers as she watched him curiously. Then, realization. He was just trying to get her to have fun. And strangely enough, she actually was finding this somewhat... enjoyable. A small smile graced her lips as she turned away and shook her head in mock exasperation.

A tap on her shoulder, she turned. The Spirit cupped her chin and his face neared hers. Startled, the Queen felt her limbs go numb and her cheeks flush at the contact. Blue irises stared into a pair that reflected his perfectly. They remained there, time frozen as the universe slowed to view the show playing before it. He did nothing else, instead just content to gaze into her eyes.

He had no idea why he had the sudden urge to do it, he just did. She didn't know why she allowed him to do it, she just did. For in his eyes, she saw blizzards and snow days, the raw cold tempered to a loving chill. In her eyes, he saw the powder of the first snow of the season and the ferocity of hail, carefully controlled to create a tundra that sheltered rather than rejected. Both were dangerous, but they viewed something in the other's eyes that was so enticing, they couldn't stop themselves from wanting it.

After what seemed like centuries loosing themselves in the other, they pulled away with embarrassed chuckles. The Spirit cleared his throat, gave a small bow to the immortal royal, and took off down the halls. No doubt, he was heading off to do his duty to the children of the world.

A shake of her head, the Queen returned to her chair and picked up the book. For a few moments, she stared at the pages, but she couldn't digest the story. Her mind was elsewhere.

It was a game they had been playing for a while now. A game where he would annoy her and she would brush him aside. They had played for such a long time, both striving to win. It was something simple, nothing of great importance. But, could something so childish evolve into something more? She pondered this as she set down the volume in her hands. Glancing at the iced floor, she was reminded of the moment they shared. Her lips perked in a small smile. Maybe, just maybe, it would not be that bad to try.

A few hours later, a whoosh accompanied the Spirit's arrival. Curiosity piqued, he stared as she stood there with a small disapproving frown, hands hidden behind her back. Slivers of panic stabbed at his being. Was she still mad? Was she going to freeze him solid?

The Queen moved and he flinched, expecting the worst. Something powdery impacted with his nose and crumbled, leaving him spluttering and wiping at his face. A snowball?

Spirit watched as she formed another one, palming it with a mischievous smirk. He grinned as he summoned one of his own. She was finally playing it his way.

After all, It was only a game. At least, for now.