#pxtiient

[-Fluff Meme-]

4. Our muses try to keep warm on a cold night. 

     If only Kristoff was Elsa, then he could stop it from     snowing as hard as it was but because the snow     kept coming it slowly turned into a blizzard.      And usually he joined people on adventures or     whatever just to stay out of town so he went with     Emma, the sheriff. There wasn't much to be said     about her because he didn't know much about the     blonde woman except that she was extremely     determined during struggling times like these.      If it wasn't for him, she would have kept walking     until her feet froze to the ground and she     was literally added to the ice sculptures that     the storm had created.

     Naturally with a blizzard there was an abandoned      broken down house with a fireplace or lack there     of and that's where they camped for the night.     Yeah, okay, it could have been much better but     with them no longer being able to see two feet     in front of their faces, staying there for the night     was the best possible outcome for them.

                                       ”Okay so there's actual no                                        fireplace here so we might——"

     Kristoff stopped in mid-sentence as hues focused     on Emma and her shaking arms were wrapped     around her torso.

                  "Emma, hey—"

     He ducked down on his knees and touched her     arm and let out a sigh once he felt her skin.     She was like ice, her skin was prickly to the      touch and slowly drifting off into a coma-like state.     He took off his jacket and pulled her away from     the wall to wrap it around her shoulders. The     blond sat down next to her and pulled her against     him, cradling her head against his chest and      wrapping his arms around her. He was attempting     to keep her warm, they only had six hours left     before the sun would rise so hopefully they'd be     able to make it that long.

     "I'm sorry did you need this?"