[They are very, very close. Elsa freezes up - almost literally, because her hands are a bit chilly when Cass takes a hold of them. She's lost any sort of fluidity to her posture and movements, and it'll take a little bit of nudging from Cass to get her to move the right way.
She's so close. Every single point of contact between them, with Cass's front to her back and their arms brushing against each other, feels like fire. But it's not a harsh, angry fire... it's warm. Comforting. It makes Elsa's heart skip several beats, and the practice sword in her hands shakes ever so slightly.]
... Cass? [She's forgetting what they're supposed to be doing right now. All she can think of is Cass behind her, and the roar of her heartbeat in her ears.] Is, um... is this okay?
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She's so close. Every single point of contact between them, with Cass's front to her back and their arms brushing against each other, feels like fire. But it's not a harsh, angry fire... it's warm. Comforting. It makes Elsa's heart skip several beats, and the practice sword in her hands shakes ever so slightly.]
... Cass? [She's forgetting what they're supposed to be doing right now. All she can think of is Cass behind her, and the roar of her heartbeat in her ears.] Is, um... is this okay?