"Oh, that," she said dismissively. "That was supposed to be a kind of joke. Forgive me. A lack of socialization has dulled my humor."
Frozen smiled a bit, "It's alright," he said, "I just, well..I mean if there is anything I can do to repay your kind heart.."
Frozen stood and nodded. He followed Celestia silently, for a moment, before he spoke. "I'm sorry Celestia...I mean, princess...sorry!"
She gave him a look. "Mr. Heart; you have caused winter to come early. Neglecting to use my title is not a problem."
"I suppose it is also my fault," he said, "I just..I can't look at you without my heart pounding in my chest. I've seen how you look at me, do you feel as I do?"
The apartment was divine, and surrounded in a golden aura. Celestia's horn was glowing. The room seemed to shift to match Frozen's exact view of perfection.
Frozen gaped in awe, "It's..certainly impressive," he mused, "You have marvelous taste my lady of the sun."
"I have heard of him. I read much of his work during my studies," he said, "nothing helpful in my case sadly."