"I don't know if I'm at 'deserve,'" Jessica said, eyes down for a second, drawn by the tug on her shirt. She rested her hand on Elsa's, absently drawing circles on the back with her fingertips. "I'm still working up to 'will accept.'"

She looked back up at Elsa's face, tracking across it, the close-up detail, the things you could miss from a distance. Those freckles, for one. She wondered if that was symbolic, related, but with a squirm in her stomach thought that maybe she was just reaching for reasons to stare. "You definitely do, though."