The Snow Queen liked the open gates. She liked the sounds of children laughing and she loved the way that it felt to have people visit. She liked it when they asked for snow and she felt at home with her people - if sometimes slightly uneasy due to years of being locked up in her room. There was always going to be that underlying concern, but she was happier far more often and could be drawn outside without any resistance.
Which was why the young queen stood on the stairs from the palace doors, looking down as a collection of laughing and grabbing children rushed forwards to greet someone at the gates. She descended the stairs easily, crossing the courtyard while she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Hearing the words from the Frost spirit’s lips, Elsa was about to respond as a young girl buried her face in the icy fabric of her skirt. Brushing her fingers through the dark locks of the little girl, she looked back up and smiled. "I suppose that depends on your definition of a Snow Queen."
█▒ ☾ ╼╼ Jack looked up at the woman who had appeared. She was elegant at first glance and eerily beautiful at the second. She had the poise of a Queen, Jack thought suddenly. There was something majestic about her and the glittering dress she wore, as if she were made entirely of the unique snowflakes he could summon on whim. He grinned sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders.
"I guess a snow queen would be able to summon snow, right?" The jab fell flat. Making jokes was not something he was good at, as three hundred years of isolation told him. He disentangled himself from the playful children and approached the woman in question. "Lemme guess, you’re the snow queen, aren’t you?"