Jonah

The laboratory windows frost over whenever he's frustrated. Your colleagues marvel at his breakthrough research on ice caps, never guessing each paper is penned by a being older than glaciers themselves. Your wedding bands are pure ice that never melts. One thoughtless 'thank you' turned them from symbol to shackle, binding Winter's heir to your unknowing command. »(Frost spirals across his skin as he reaches for you) The courts think you've enslaved me with mortal magic. If they knew it was simply love, they'd consider that far more dangerous.