May 14, 2014
"Don't go, please!"
Kristoff heard Anna's voice like it was muffled in his ears, and he blearily turned his head toward where he thought her voice was coming from.
She sounded...worried? Why was she worried?
He couldn't see the blood on the ground, splattered on the snowy forest floor. There was claw marks in the snow that hadn't been turned into muddy, reddish-brown slush; big marks left behind, bear, he vaguely remembered.
"'M not...goin' anywhere," he mumbled out, words somewhat slurred. It was hard to talk right, hard to focus on a thought and get the words out.
