#fulltimeforestcryptid

Kuzco shoulders the door open to Elsa’s quarters with a soft grunt, struggling to keep hold of all of the scrolls he’s trying and failing to balance in his arms, and the tray of snacks in his second hand.

Once he’s safely inside the quiet room, he blinks to let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting, and his lips curl into a soft grin when his gaze lands on Elsa’s prone form stretched out across the bed.

Kicking the door closed as gently as he can, Kuzco crosses the room to stop at the unoccupied side of the bed, and lets the scrolls tumble down onto the plush comforter she’s curled up under.

The tray is set down with a far more gentle touch, and he toes his sandals off before joining her on the bed, bouncing a little to attempt to wake her up. “Elsa, Elsa wake up.” He whispers, nudging her arm. “Elsa I have a surprise for you.~ well. Two surprises, actually.”

Her grief was palpable in the very room.

Ice and frost creeping across the floors and up the windows.

His breath fogged as everything began to grow cool with the chill of her grieving figure.

Now, Link was still relatively new in Arendelle and still barely spoke the language here. He understood it enough when it was spoken to him that he could take in the words and know what they meant. But he still spoke in broken sentences for the most part.

Instead of words, the guard merely stepped closer and gently pressed a large, comforting hand onto the slender woman's shoulders.

He knew she hated touch.

Usually recoiled from anyone and everyone who tried.

But, in this small moment, she was distracted... weak with her grief; understandably so. He would probably be in much the same predicament had he lost someone in such a way as she had. Especially someone like his parents... though Link didn't even remember his. They'd been gone longer than he could remember. Still... he remembered Zelda's father, the director of the Skyloft Academy for Loftwing Knights. He remembered the respect he held for the man... and she had likely loved and respected her father so very deeply. Especially considering how she talked about him... how she said that he was supposed to be here.

She missed her father.

Hades reaches out with his hand to feel the light snow fall upon his finger tips. The cold of the mortal realm was not the same as the cold depths of the underworld. His hand gathered enough snow in it before he let his flames appear to quickly dry up the ice and water that had collected on him. It was clear he could stand untouched by the snow because of his own magic. Though to never touch the natural order of life would make him unworthy of his own titles.

"Is this your doing?" He asks, turning to the person approaching him. 

Bard had heard the dragon before he had seen it, Smaug's mighty roars echoing off the sides of the mountain. He was on the hunt this day, and had evidently been disturbed by something, to draw him outside of his lair. The bowman reached for an arrow from his quiver out of habit when a threat was near, but then slowly moved his hand away without one, knowing no strength he possessed alone now would do anything were Smaug to pose a real danger.

As he walked near the edge of the lake, ready to head toward home, he heard someone cry out from nearby. He whirled around, eyes passing over the hills, until they landed on a woman with a shock of white-blonde hair, and the dragon turning his head in their direction as he flew about. She stood out quite a bit from the landscape.

Logically Kairi knew that what Elsa was saying was true. There was a vast difference between Elsa's history with Sora and Riku, and the history they had with her. Over a decade of overprotectiveness was there that they wouldn't be able to quickly push past.

The face squishing was met with a look of confusion before a small laugh as Kairi reached up to gently push Elsa's hands away. "Well. How can I get them to view me as, as Keyblader Kairi instead of just Meek Princess of Heart Kairi?"

Not that she really expected her to have an answer. It was mostly just talking for the sake of-- venting, mostly.

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Wide eyes cast around the room, searching for a certain big, dumb oaf who may be lurking around. Inti forbid he ever overhear such a travesty; there's no telling what he'll do. " Elsa! Shhh-- " Kuzco sidles up, slipping a hand over her mouth as if she'd said a particularly dirty word. " Not so loud! It's the Kingdom's best kept secret, but Kronk can't KNOW that, capiche? "