âťť   if you’d like an apology for me,   you won’t receive any.   ❞    they’re stuck.  their adventure to travel uphill to rejuvenate both sitron and sven’s strengths after their ill having cured had taken too long that they’d needed to find shelter if they’re hoping to make it to the castle ground by morning light now that the sun has set.  hans hadn’t wanted to,  he didn’t want to give the ice queen any reason to bring more despair on his prisoner status here in arendelle,  but the ice harvester had reminded that there were wolves in the area.  so,  yes.  hans thinks again.  they’re stuck.  how unfortunate.  Â
âťť   i do admit,  the rumours of my family are true.  we are a cruel and unforgiving house,  and i hadn’t had the kindest of childhood  -  yet that is no excuse for having done what i did.  still,  i am not sorry.  if i were to do it again,  i’d bring up that blade quicker to your queen’s head.   not for the crown though,  no.   ❞    if only so somebody,  anybody,  could bear the same loneliness i felt.  if only for anna to stay absent of knowing how it is to be loved truly by a family member.   a frozen heart,  hans thinks,  patting his chest.   maybe it is what he bears after all.     ❝   however,  that is an ambition long passed.  so,  fear not.  there is no positive outcome anyway,  should i do harm to any royal member of kingdom arendelle presently.   ❞  Â
 @trollraised  /  from that starter call from like, 500 years ago.
