You flutter your wings enough to keep you from hitting the ground; instead, you let your little form be engulfed in a flourish of ice and wind. You're standing with your feet firmly planted on the floor, almost as tall as he would be. You've had just about enough of being batted around by your grumpy master and have half a mind push back. Cold skin tinted a shimmering blue and naked as ever, just the way any fairy would be, you perched yourself back on the desk right beside him.