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- - > pity the child, but not forever || [ hans | jack ]

It was the cold that brought him to Arrendelle -- isn't it always the cold that brings him, windswept, stumbling into town? -- but by the time he arrived it very much seemed that he'd missed all the...

                Well. He hesitated to call it fun. Fact was, everyone here seemed pretty glad to see the cold gone, thawing out, chased away by...something. He isn't sure what -- just knows this place was a frigid wasteland not long before he arrived, and is now...well, as green as it should be. He'd pretty much given up the ghost on finding any fun here when he caught wind -- hah, isn't that always the case? -- of something interesting. Something about the winter that had been going on here, the inexplicable thawing, and all the ships he'd passed on the way here. There was tale that one of them carried a prince, and while that was nothing special in and of itself, what was intriguing was the fact that he somehow tied into all these bits and pieces of the story he was hearing. Prince of the Southern Isles, they were saying -- Prince Hans, going back home to be punished for his hand in....whatever had happened here. To be honest, he wasn't all that interested in the details, because, well -- the story was already finished. He couldn't join in or anything, and where was the fun in being a bystander? All the same, he'd like to hear the ending.

               It was the cold that brought him to Arrendelle -- but it was the warmth and the promise of a good story that took him to the Southern Isles, because if there was one thing he'd learned in all these years, it was that there were different sides to every story, and really, he'd at least like to hear both of them, if he was going to make any sort of effort at all. Besides, it isn't like the guy is Pitch. What can he do to something he can't see? Jack isn't afraid of a caged bird.

Even the wind is warmer here -- the lack of a chill in the air always makes him feel a bit...cozy. Content, if not downright happy. It's the little things, really, that make this all bearable, and while he'll spend most of his existence skating through icy terrain or across slick sidewalks, along frozen lakes, or barefoot skiing down snowed slopes, he does very much appreciate a warm environment.

He sets down in the palace grounds; where else? It's with only a mild amount of effort that he makes his way into the palace proper -- thing is, sneaking into places you're not necessarily supposed to be becomes about a thousand times easier when no one guarding the place can see you.

                                                It is really such a shame it doesn't work on Yetis.

It's with a bounce in his step that he begins to explore -- he's in no real rush to find the infamous Prince Hans, because he's, frankly, got all the time in the world. A low whistle escapes him, brows raising in some semblance of awe.

                                                  "Nice place," he breathes, gesturing slightly --

                                                  -- despite the fact that no one is there to see, of course.

                                                                                            ...Old habits.

"I mean, it's no," another gesture, "Santa's Workshop, or Warren, but it's got a certain kind of...charm." Talking to himself is, of course, nothing new. Who else is he going to talk to? Can't expect him to be completely silent for a few centuries, right? Oh well. He picks up a flower vase, idly examining it until he sees frost begin to creep at the edges of his fingers, and the slightest droop of the petals.

                                   ---- "Whoa whoa whoa, slow down there, sorry.

                                             There you go. You just warm back up."

A grimace, and he's placing the flower vase back where it came from, backing up from it to give it plenty of space to readjust to room temperature. Right. Hands off the living plants. Probably for the best.

                       Whoa, this is a palace right? Is there a throne?

                                         Oh, he is so gonna sit on that.

[prinzessinjoanna]

odeleggee replied to your post: 2 more days of studying (more like starring at...

Will there be wifi

god i hope so!!!

if no i'll probably be online anyway on my phone because i always forget it's so expensive to use internet on my phone when i'm outside poland whoops

[prinzessinjoanna]

odeleggee replied to your post: i finally have ski jumping blog omg it feels so...

Omg you’re my new idol for this

for my love for ski jumping? you don't want me to get started to talk about this, i've been watching every competition since 1996 and honestly i'm a freak and my family hates me in winter