Leaning forward Jack placed his lips gently upon her cool forehead, "Elsa..." Elsa, feeling nothing more then a slight breeze, struggles with her wayward emotions that threaten to over fill her eyes. Her parents were dead. "Conceal, don't feel-" The meek chant is broken when her greif overwhelms her and the room is is instanly in disarray. With the winter winds in her ear she doesn't hear the confession that the cold breezes had carried. "...I love you."