toy soldiers ;;

"People are saying i’m dead…"

The door opened, and he jolted the rest of the way up - promptly falling off of the couch. “Elsa!” He yelped, eyes brightening. “You’re back!”  His expression, however, faltered quickly. “It wasn’t anything too bad, was it? I mean, you were gone a while.” He was rambling now, simply too excited to shut his mouth for more than thirty seconds.

"Can't say I didn't miss our small little house either, it almost felt strange to be back in such a huge palace. Almost too much to explore at a time. She's had a lot of renovating done since we begun living together. The inside is hardly recognizable now."

Elsa released a pleased sigh and simply allowed herself to stare at him for a while, a long while, really. It must have been months. And as they say; Absence makes the hard grow fonder. And fonder is exactly how she was feeling.

"…damn, can’t sleep with this thing on…"