The first time I showed Thor me as a Frost Giant was when we were both about eighteen. We were both wondering aimlessly around the palace until we decided to just go sit in the room where the Tesseract was kept. We were hiding from Odin and the ghastly banquet he put on to show off Thor and his achievements. Even though Thor wanted to go, he said he’d prefer to spend the evening with me. I must have brushed past the Tesseract with my bare skin when we went to sit in the far left alcove because I instantly felt the cold starting to cloud my skin. I tried to turn away, shield myself because nobody wants to see their lover suddenly turn blue. But he comforted me and kissed me until I changed back again, continuously reassuring my that it was alright.
This is one of the reasons why I love him. You could not have someone who is kinder or more thoughtful than he is.