It was a little strange to some people a princess would rather spend her days playing with snowmen and reindeers than enjoy the company of people their own age or status. But he knew Anna was different like that. What he loved so much about her. The ability to have some fun for a while instead of sending him away. A loud, jolly laugh erupted from the snowman’s lips at the dame’s idea, shaking his head.
“Maybe! I’ll ask him later.”
He smiled up once they’re face to face once more, raising his own threaded finger to her own. They were such small things that held so much of his faith her wa sure they had brought her to him.
“We should! Okay okay! You hide and I’ll find you this time!”
Dark eyes slipped shut as he turned around to start the count, hands moving to cover his lids for extra measure.
”1… 2…. 3… 4—-“
With no hesitation does she nod in agreement to the snowman’s suggestion—-and of course, it should have been expected, yet… she still manages to find her mind in a knot once he begins to count. She hadn’t thought of a suitable hiding spot prior, and thus heels scramble to make way out of heir’s quarters.
There’s an attempt at being silent between dame’s breath, though it feels as if hours had passed until haste brings her to familiar throne room. There’s not much–primarily open space, though she’s sure her time is wearing thin, and heel thus drags her to hide behind throne itself. Within a moment is she bunched behind said throne; appendages wrapped about legs to eliminate the chance of accidentally kicking or making unnecessary noise.
Within a moment is a deep breath taken, and dame’s breathing is softened. Oh yeah, she’s totally gonna win, but for now–she waits.
For a moment the snowman has hope the redhead hadn’t heard the traitorous body part fall. That he still had a chance to win the game. Sadly his hope is dashed when familiar shoes stand beside the offending carrot. Dang and here he thought he’d slip past her for once, so sighed heavily and rolled out from underneath Elsa’s bed. Better to admit defeat than be difficult..
Once on his feet does he scoop up his nose before wagging his finger at it. Mockingly scolding the inanimate as if to lay blame for his lost.
”Of all the times for you to slip off….”
He then gaze Anna a sheepish smile as he stuck his nose back on, shrugging his shoulders. She had won fair and square. Or maybe the strings really had worked. If one wanted to believe such silliness.1
“I had you going for a moment, didn’t I? Another minute and I would have won!”
Ever commonis the silliness that often emerges in the midst of pair’s activities, and many of ‘high social status’ must find it inappropriate for those of royalist to spend leisure time in such activity—- But fun was necessary, even with the duties that a kingdom would demand, for it’d keep one sane rather than subject them to stress.
❝–Maybe Sven could help you scold your nose~?❞
A chuckle slips as figure is lowered to snowman’s level, single digit raised to eye level to signal perhaps their threads had indeed worked like a charm. Silly, perhaps, though there was no harm in laying faith in said threads.
❝Well… yeah—-maybe you did.
But–! Maybee we should test these strings one more time?❞
Time passes idly along as both impatience and worry began to sink in the little snowman’s mind. Perhaps he had hid a little too well for Anna’s standards. Not that he didn’t have any faith in her abilities to find him— the castle wasn’t that big after all… Then again he probably should have hid in her closet to make thing a little easier for the first round. Meantime he occupies himself with drawing invisible patterns on the carpet with his fingers, humming all the while and smiling as he imagined what the lines would form. His imagination endless with possibilities.
But he immediately paused when he heard footsteps approach the door. They were light but heavier than Elsa’s. When Elsa walked it seemed as if she were walking on water, when Anna walked she sounded like she was just as graceful but did a motion where she would drag her left foot behind her a bit longer. The same movement he heard exactly outside the door. Stifling a loud gasp of surprise he scooted further under the bed and tried not to move when the door creaked open. Ruffling of skirts and heels flicking filled the room, most likely Anna searching for him.
Curiously he craned his head forward to peak out to see where she was. Eyes bright and watchful. Inching forward until he had a good view— then of all thing to happen his nose popped off and rolled across the carpet. “…” Oh no…
She lost,right? She’s almost certain of it, for she wasn’t even sure of the exact amount of time that she had been searching. Nevertheless does she refuse to give in and quit, and digits shift anxiously as they tuck a strand behind her ear in the midst of her attentive search.
Cerulean hues begin scanning the room almost immediately; first, the closet, theenn… behind the curtains, but there’s no sight of him just yet, and her search of the room had only just begun. Determination spreads comfortably unto her features, not even a sprinkle of defeat as heels shuffle about the room’s perimeter. Her restlessness however blocks common sense, and she thus ceases to search in the most obvious places—-at least, not until a light thud meets the ground, and the ever-familiar sound of a rolling carrot beats against tympanums.
There’s only a moment of silence as she briefly ceases her search; heels then dragging onward once more so that she may stand beside snowman’s now stalled nose.
❝So, what’s it gonna be?
Will you surrender~? —-Admit to your defeat?Orrr…?❞
Despite her efforts does a chuckle slip–a teasing tone evident as nonsense spews from her throat.
He did his best to quiet his squeal of excitement when Anna turned away to close her eyes, jumping up and down in place momentarily. LIttle body strung up with anticipation and uncontrollable energy as he glanced around the princess’ room. It’d be too obvious if he hid beneath the bed or in the closet. Then again it was predictable of him to dash out of the room to find a hiding spot…
As Anna began to count aloud he felt a new sense of panic kick in as he scrambled to make a decision. Throwing his hands up in frustration he all but ran out of the room, almost running into the half open door in the process, then down the hallway toward Elsa’s room. One, to expand their playing ground and two, because he knew the queen’s room was one of the few places Anna might not look.
“Please don’t be here, please don’t be here—” Olaf whispered as he pushed open Elsa’s door and to his relief she wasn’t. Swiftly he shut the door quietly before padding over to the bed to slip underneath it.
With a long glance at the thread around his finger, he fondly tugged on it before shifting his gaze toward the door. “Now we wait…”
Cerulean huesprove attentive as they search the room in it’s entirety. There’s a determined grin that spreads hastily unto her features, and a slight nip of the lower lip. Hours seem to pass, the spare having looking everywhere—-beneath the bed, in the closet, small spaces, and yet the snowman was nowhere to be found. Grin thus fades, determination remaining as heel drags outward her personal quarters.
❝He couldn’t have gone that far…❞
She continues her search, expression occasionally prideful each time she’s ‘positive’ that she has found his hiding spot. Alas, there is not as much as a snowflake within sight, the thought of him being in another room thus pushing to the forefront of her mind.
❝—-But which one?❞
Heels are haste, and only a moment passes as she is treading downward corridor, irises swiftly examining each door in hopes of noticing some that may have been ajar. Of course, the servants tend to show a questioning expression in the midst of her search, but concentration proves far too sharpened to notice such. On a whim does she decide to search monarch’s quarters—-perhaps she could inquire the elder on the matter, or perhaps he was hiding within… or maybe she was even just too lazy to check the larger rooms first.
Though the hug brief he had not expected it to be returned in kind but this was Anna after all. She loved hugs almost as much as him. It was a wonderful blend of hot and cold between them. Nearly a perfect combination.
“I couldn’t forget him even if I tried!”
The idea of being left alone frightened the snowman slightly Yes he’s been alone before but only for a short amount of time. The experience was a rather pleasant but empty one— he’s grown to dislike being without a companion of sorts. But such thoughts were always swept aside by the friend in front of him currently that stood to stand up on the balls of her feet. So energetic she was. How he loved it. He raised one hand as if to volunteer before turning his heel to scope out a possible hiding spot, wanting the game to start soon as possible.
“I will! Count to ten! And no peakingggg.”
And onthat note does their game hastily begin, a brief nod amongst everlasting grin before turning heel towards wall. Lids hence shut, and there’s a slight hum before the gradual counting. She’s not quick with those numbers, nor does she find any added fun with peeking; though there is brief time for thought in the midst of increasing numbers.
She’s grateful for snowman’s presence, of course. If not for him, there was no telling what would be of her own fate—-and the loneliness she’d continue to experience while both monarch and ice harvester tended to their own duties. But there’s not too much time in this moment, and it’s not long until she’s reached nine on her limited scale.
❝—-Ten!
I hope you’re ready, Olaf~❞
She’s attentive to her surroundings, though… as to be expected, there is no sight of the snowman. It wouldn’t be too much of a game if she could find him easy, and thus does the search begin.
With a sense of pride now as the princess seemed to admire his little token of devotion to her, the snow being reached forward to give her waist a small squeeze with his arms. One can never have too many hugs after all. This was a joyous moment, too, so he felt free to express himself as he liked. He was more than happy now at how close they’ve become since their first initial meeting. Going from a kick to the head to a running hug was surely a rather good development.
”Me too—
I don’t think I can last long without you or Kristoff or Elsa.”
Though he had consider himself lucky when he had found her last time. Albeit a bit nippy but he was happy he found her at all. His gaze brightened at the obscure suggestion of a game. It being a while since they last played together.
“Can we?
Right now, Anna? Can we, Anna?”
And she’smore than glad to return gesture, appendages thus shifting once more to embrace snowman’s being once more. It’s warm, she notes, even for an individual unintentionally cold at the touch.
❝Don’t forget our favorite reindeer~
His feelings would be hurt if he thought you forgot about him.❞
Nonetheless does spare agree with his statement; loneliness one aspect she could definitely live without—-and one now scarcely acknowledged since monarch’s coronation… and after party, of course. Though the sudden excitement that seemingly embraces snowman is contagious, and there’s a sudden bounce in her step as dame lifts being to balance upon heels. No need to answer right away after all, for immediate chuckle at his query should prove answer enough.
❝—-Only if you tell me which of us is supposed to hide first.❞
The snowman was widely known for his sweetness and his thoughtful gestures. But this was different from the previous ones. He was wholeheartedly serious about this promise. Red thread bond or not, Olaf would hold onto the meaning woven between the two in this moment.
“Good.”
Softly he patted her back as he withdrew from the embrace with a small shrug of his shoulders. Admittedly this had been on impulse. A spur of the moment where he felt the need to have her know how he felt. The need to assure her and be assured that no matter what they were in this together. He would not shut her out.
“Mmm I was reading a book about a little boy who was accidently left behind by his family but found his way home by red strings tied around trees. So, I thought if we ever got lost or felt sad we can look at these strings and think about each other.”
It seemed silly now said aloud but he had meant well at the time— he still meant well now. At her chuckle he felt a bluish tint beginning to spread across his cheeks. Lightly he reached up to rub the top of his head with a more sheepish grin now as he traced the thread absently.
”So… I came up with this.”
With grinin place do cerulean hues shift to admire the thread upon digit once more, it’s just a piece of string, but symbolism proves it to be worth more than even Arendelle’s wealth. —-At least… to her, it does. More than a promise is it also a reminder that she will no longer face lonely days; amongst the rekindled bond between both her and monarch have new additions found way into her heart. Thus in addition to the ice harvester and snowman were even more bonds expected to be formed in due time.
❝Well… hopefully we’ll never be separated.
—-Although if we are, I’m sure we’ll find one another!❞
He had managed to locate her during prior events, after all. Though a single digit would extend, a slight cock of the crown before shifting palm further to tuck ginger strand behind ear.
❝We could always test it, too.
Y'know, sometime during a game of hide and seek~!❞
A good sign when the princess did not put up any resistance to his actions while he had been tying the string around her finger only shows him proof of their mutual trust. An important feat in any relationship. Theirs being one of most cemented. Most deeply cherished by the snowman. Both of his hands briefly clasping together at the sight of the crimson sits upon her finger, looking on with approval.
Question of her approval dawns on him as his hands fall once more and black hues drift to meet blue ones with hope. A single breath bypassing his nearly trembling lips when the most beautiful grin blossoms across her pale pink ones.
”I was think—”
The embrace was sudden, spontaneous and snow crushing. Frail arms coming up nethertheless to return the display of affection and orange tipped nose poking into the spare’s shoulder in the most gentlest press. Trying to convey all the love he posses for her.
”I know you will. It’s what family does, right?”
░▒▒ 「 ❄; 」
It was such a simple action, too—-though even life’s simplicity possessed the potential to warm even the darkest of hearts, right? Of course… in optimist’s opinion it did. Thus is grin seemingly everlasting, and there’s a toothy grin as grip is loosened from snowman’s frigid figure.
❝Right–❞
And it truly warms her heart; mere regards which lace a promise, for it feels as if an eternity has passed since the love of a family coiled about dame’s being. Momentary pause in speech only calls for thought process, cerulean hues bright as they shift gaze from snowman and unto promise’s symbol.
❝buut… where did this idea come from?❞
Of course, curiosity’s influence was bound to cause query to slip past glossed lips. Spontaneous, perhaps? A light chuckle parts at the thought, for such was reasonably probably due to snowman’s personality alone. Kindness was always appreciated, nonetheless, and palm thus shifts to affectionately hold the digit with said thread.
There’s another high pitched giggle as confusion then interest then finally amusement to dominate her expression. The question of why his merriment was not the main focus— but merely what caused it. The answer blatantly obvious as a flash of red caught the light streaming in from the window when the snowman lifted a thin hand toward her now outstretched one. Instead of answering her vocally he allowed his actions to speak for a change, nimble fingers working as he folded her fingers in until her index one remained. Once she was mostly still did he release her hand and begin to wrap something around the freckled skin it wrapped in red string.
“There! All done!”
He gently released her finger with a self satisfied smile at his handiwork before holding up his own finger. A similar string encircled the branchy limb.
”This means we’re going to be friends forever, okay? I’ll always look out for you, Anna.”
░▒▒ 「 ❄; 」
And though she puts forth an attempt to keep grin in tact does puzzlement ultimately spread unto dame’s features. A creature of good intentions, always—- though, said intentions were not consecutively evident at initial glance. Cerulean hues would thus trace snowman’s movement; a slight tilt of the crown, and actions became a bit more evident with each passing second.
Finally does he fulfill objective, and palm is released only to reveal red thread firm around not only her finger, but one to match his as well. Bright grin tugs at spare’s lips once more, and a nod gestured before allowing words to part.
❝–Olaf…❞
Weak speech, but affection fuels vocals nonetheless, and figure shifts entirely so that appendages may extend to embrace snowman until further regards slip past glossed lips.
The little snowman squealed as he hurried through the halls of the palace, taking a left here and a right there until he barged through a familiar door. He nearly fell face forward from his abrupt entrance if he hadn’t caught himself. A relieved expression adorned his features when he saw the princess lounging on her bed, most likely finished her tutoring for the day. With a yelp giggle he crossed the room to hop right into bed with her, bouncing a few times.
“Anna!” He gasped out, grinning from cheek to cheek. “Hold out your hand!”
░▒▒ 「 ❄; 」
Leisureliness seemingly occupies spare’s day; gentle tossing in an unmade bed, and a calmed sigh slips past glossed lips. Such doesn’t last too long though, for the rushed sound of hurried feet could be heard as they echo through the halls–crown haste in lifting though familiar snowman has since caught himself as cerulean hues focus upon he who now sits beside her. Figure lifts, and there’s slight puzzlement spread unto her features, though it’s not long until his joyful nature causes natural grin to tug at her lips.
