Merida pulled her bow-string back. "You have to focus and just let it fly," she instructed Jack, who held a crystalline ice bow. After a few dud attempts, she finally gave an exasperated sigh, "Aye, Frost, stand still." She stood behind him and guided his hand, adjusting his elbow and straightening his bow arm.

"Let it fly," she said, her lissome figure pressed against his. Jack's breath hitched but he let the arrow fly towards their makeshift board. The arrow hit close to the bull's-eye.

Merida smiled, proudly at her smirking pupil, "What d'ya know? You aren't that bad, Frost!"