jack frost and elsa // ice and silver

he was silver. she was ice. unexpected, left alone, only cold would suffice. snow will fall, wind will call, but nothing's stopping them, nothing at all. something's telling her about the boy, the boy with the hood, staff made of wood. and something has him thinking about the girl, with the cold ice eyes, her little pretty lies. but there's something dark, but they are too, keep it together or rip it apart...