tutufans | Oh, more fluff

Yup.
And it's more Siegfried/Rue stuff, too. :3

To summarize... The Prince and Princess make a snow angel. While wearing their best court clothes, naturally.

This is pure sugar, you have been warned~

The snow frosted the world sweetly, doubling the sun's brightness. Rue hovered in the threshold of the palace, watching her prince as he graced the ground with the soft shadows of his footprints. Siegfried shimmered more cleanly than the whiteness beneath him, and she saw the pale warmth of his smile flare as he turned to his princess. To her.

Her heart would never be still at such thoughts, it would always join with them, pounding their rhythm as they danced across her mind.

"Come now, my princess... Let's walk together, shall we?" His hands pinwheeled above his head, and then he offered her one in a fanciful invitation to join him in the snow. Of course, he was clad in full court apparel, gold embroidery flashing up his sleeves, but the mischievous glint in his eyes sparked more grandly. She lifted a smoothly questioning eyebrow, but along with it, the corner of her mouth, and the hem of her skirt as she stepped out to him.

He merely nodded, his satisfaction perfectly regal, and raised himself in an majestic pirouette. He swirled in the snow, one strikingly delicate turn, but when he lowered to propel himself about once more, his heel caught in the slick mud. All the swift power he had meant to put into exquisite beauty carried him to the icy ground.

His landed with a decided lack of elegance, in fact, he might have been bruised, if nowhere but his pride. But that was only a fraction of the reason for his curiously startled expression. The other was flitting around him, a rare treasure that he did not find often enough even now. Rue was laughing, and it was beautiful.

"Oh, princess, how cruel!" He regarded her with mock offense, but his own laughter slipped with more grace than he had from the edges of his teasing frown. His lacy fingers claimed her hand, and he gently tugged her down beside him. "Well, even so, I would have you join me."

She went willingly, even as the snow was quick to soak her own fine silks, curling her arms around him. She murmured into his ear, "Of course. Of course, dear Siegfried. I wouldn't love anything more."

He secured an arm around her shoulders, and they fell into the snow in one motion; the cold shock drenching their backs knocking more breathless laughter from them both. He reached across, brushing a cluster of crystalline flakes from her wetly shining hair, to no great effect. "Ah... But perhaps I'm a cruel prince. If your loveliness could be ruined, then I would have done it."

"And your own, as well," She chided him, shaking her head, but her disapproval was belied by an amused smirk as she combed her fingers through his swan-feather locks. He dismissed the notion with a true grin, and her blush quickly rose over coherency. He caressed her cheek, together enjoying his cool fingertips against her flushed skin before he threw his arm out beside him and swished it over the ground to graze away a layer of snow. Her pristinely sharp features mellowed as innocent inquiry took its place on them, and she soon mimicked the motion.

It wasn't long before he guided her upright, hopping neatly away from where they had lain to clasp her to his chest. He tipped her chin up lightly, and she beamed shyly back into his eyes. He indicated the ground beside them with a faint wave.

"See, my princess? We made an angel. Something beautiful, however disheveled we might have made ourselves for it.

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Well, wasn't that silly? But the idea of these two just... having fun together was too much.

Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine, and nor is Princess Tutu. They are Itoh Ikoku's."

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