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[⚰️] From the moment he woke up, those frosted trees of winter yore became a hazy blur. The clean, elevating smell of a morning fir quickly wafting away from his scent; in its stead, the overwhelming mixture of the unwonted, tickling his nostrils with every first meal. There never seemed to be a calm before the storm anymore, with what should’ve been the soothing sounds of a whistling wind. Only the frequent gabbing and gossip from the help that echoed across his newly acquired cobblestone walls.
Of course, he knew his heart would always be his guide. Her smile which never failed to make him feel whole and happy was his constant reassurance of that. That presence which she carried that made him feel vibrant and free. But even though there was absolutely nothing to question about his one true north, discomfort often lent the opportunity to ask -- is this where he truly belongs?
“ Okay, okay, okay! D-don’t... overthink it, Kristoff. It’s just Anna, right? “ He would anxiously and quietly mutter to himself, whilst, pacing in front of her bedroom door. “ She’ll... she’ll understand! She always does! Just remember what you rehearsed with Sven! I mean, granted, it’s... not the same because he doesn’t listen as well as Anna does, but still! Uhm, what was I supposed to say again? Ahem, okay! Anna, you and I need to--! “
... And much to his dismay, that door swings wide open ...
“ ... You and I need to take a scenic stroll through town! Stretch our legs out for a bit, don’t you think? My treat!” “













