jack frost you're going to be next

Elsa growing old and Jack having to watch her grow old and get wrinkles and slowly watch her eyes become less blue like the sky and more blue like melting ice at the end of winter and oh crap what his hand would look like next to hers but he still makes her giggle quietly like she used to and he makes it snow every night in her bedroom because she’s too weak to go outside crap crap crap now i’m crying