Olaf would make sure to remember every detail of this day from the long ride to their current efforts to make Anna’s “son” as glorious as possible. A good story was consisted of three important parts, after all. A beginning, middle and end. Christopher’s part in their story was an event in the middle and would most likely help determine the end of their adventure but he was confident it would be a good ending. Plus, the snowman had hope one day Anna would share true news of having a child with Kristoff, perhaps this would be a good test run.
”We could but I doubt poor Christopher would make the trip.”
The corners of the snow child’s mouth quirked down at the thought of their new friend deteriorating after so much work. It would be best anyhow to leave him here so the natural causes would take him on its own time. No need to make him “suffer”.
”Of course! He’s your son, Anna!
He’ll be amazing.”
Eventually bit by bit, grain by grain and the addition of damper sand to make it all stick— a new friend stood staring back at them. Black hues flickering to meet navy ones, searching for confirmation and approval as stick hands brush excess grains from them. A playful smile on his cheerful features as he gives a dramatic wave of his hand toward their creation.
“Anna— meet your son.”
Despite thefact of sandman’s inevitable fate does the spare refuse to allow any such sorrow to hinder her further. Today was meant for fun—-her first real vacation in a long time, and with family, nonetheless. Of course, Christopher would certainly be missed once the pair was forced to depart from their temporary paradise, but she was however certain in the fact that his spirit would remain with them for years to come. Thus does her grin remain bright, and she gestures a nod in agreement towards the snowman.
❝He’ll be with us—-
Just not… with us.❞
She attempts to speak the thoughts that fill her mind; her attempt resulting in an obvious tongue tie, and her grin fades briefly as an awkward expression momentarily fills her features.
❝He’s amazing; but he’ll have to learn a lot from you too, y'know.❞
And with the return of her grin is it not long until their sandman is complete–a chain of cheerful gestures as snowman introduces his newly born cousin. With a chuckle, she curtsies slightly before giving a wave of her own towards the child.
There’s an elated whoop from the snowman with her response, approval everything to him at this moment. For now they would pretend for today that they were waiting on the arrival of a new relative— half sadden that they weren’t really. He could possibly picture everyone’s reactions but mostly Kristoff’s— most likely a mixture of dumbfounded and panic at the presentation of a child “sharing” his blood.
“I think he’d be a bit confused at first but like you said, warm up to Christopher. He’d be his son, after all.”
His work was slow but steady with the desire to make this sandman as perfect as one possibly could be. Waiting for her assistance before he did anything more to their new friend/ The corner of his lips quirking up in a blinding smile when she came to his aid and they’re able to finish Christopher’s first two sections. All that was left was the head then his necessities. Slowly he took a step back to admire their work so far, a swell of pride rising in his chest.
”I think he’s perfect! But we should be careful with his head. We wouldn’t want him to take after cousin Ollie!”
Her agreementon the matter is easily quite evident—-expected, even, though such fact does not keep her from gesturing a nod once more. Quite frankly, she’d find amusement in the ice harvester’s reaction to their ‘son;’ an easy method of causing bewilderment in the man, she assumes. Christopher would remain a mere story, though there would be no harm in eventually obtaining a sketch of their could’ve been child.
❝Too bad we can’t just bring some sand home.❞
Any method of transportation seemed far too messy–not to mention the fact that it’d be a mess even once returning back to the castle. With the thought pushed to the furthest part of her mentality does she continue crown’s construction with snowman’s assistance.
❝Right~ Although with our skill,
I’m sure he’ll look very handsome!❞
A clump of sand is thus molded into the shape which more or less matches a cranium; palms careful in a sense, and concentration inevitable whilst cerulean hues occasionally glance unto what could be used for sandman’s features.
Bigger than him? Well that might certainly be a challenge! Considering he could barely pick up something so big. Dutifully though he gave a nod before dropping his handfuls of snow to begin rolling a smaller, more thicker ball of sand around. As he thought it would— the ball began to gather more sand, starting to grow larger with every roll. Almost like how snow would when they made a snowman.
”Ooh then he’d be your baby! Awww we should name him Christopher!”
It was expected that the sandman wouldn’t actually become animated unless they discovered Anna had a secret gift over the loose land. The chances of that though were slim. Still it was fun to pretend anyway.
When he was fairly sure his middle piece was big enough, the snowman rolled it over next Anna’s bottom half. His dark hues flickering toward said princess with a flash of excitement. Sure enough the middle half was only a little big smaller htan the bottom but it looked doable.
”Anna! Mind helping me lift it up on there?”
There’s achuckle at snowman’s regards, and dame hastily finds herself gesturing a nod in response to his suggestion. Like a child, oh… she could only imagine heir’s reaction if the pair was to bring Christopher home—-animated or not. She’d do such if only for elder’s reaction, the only conditions holding her back being the fact that in addition to dragging a mess that there was no possibility of him coming to life as Olaf had.
❝What do you think Kristoff would think of that?
—-Christopher would grow on him though, I’m sure.❞
Snowman’s progress would reflect in cerulean hues, figure soon shifting slightly so that she may heed his request. Excitement was obviously shared between the two bodies, hardly any effort exhibited as spare assisted the snowman in stacking the pieces of sandman’s own body. Thus is there an expression of pride that spreads unto her features–appendages crossed, and she glances downward unto snowman.
❝Well? Whaddya think so far? –We ready to start on his head?❞
Feeling the intensity of her gaze the snowman all but paddles toward land now, sending watery diamonds cascading in the air in his haste. His eyes bright and expression beaming in his merriment as he sends her the occasional glance over his shoulder, lips turning to a slight pout when she bypasses him to reach the sandy bank with her much longer legs. But Olaf cannot help the giggle that bubbles from deep in his chest, after all this was just good fun.
”I guess so?
Bottom, middle, head!”
Once he feels the heat of the sand underneath his snowball feet again, he waddles over to where the young princess has laid out the workings of their sandman already moulding the wet sand to her will. He befalls to his knees beside her when he is signaled over to lend a hand and starts to gather sticks for arms and to outline suitable smile. Working together with Anna in a steady but somehow natural rhythm bordering silence, his giggles of anticipation and thumping of palms against the sand. Olaf leaves the sticks to the side in order to work on the middle portion of the sandman, tipping his head to the side and lifting his handfuls of sand up to his own body.
”How big is it going to be?”
There’s achuckle at his words, dampened sand molding with ease within her grasp. It wouldn’t take too long, she assumed, and thus is it presumed for the task to be similar to the art of snowman building. Thus is concentration evident amongst her grin—-it’s a task that requires the utmost attentiveness, after all.
❝–Umm…
How aboout as big as you are? Maybe he could be your cousin!❞
Though… she wouldn’t exactly expect their sandman to come to life as Olaf had. High tide would eventually set in, the pair’s new friend possessing an inevitable fate. No matter, however, for now was not the time for any level of grieving for one who was not yet brought into the world.
With bottom part molded to perfection does grin brighten, a brief glance towards snowman before grasping and setting three sea shells beside sticks. He’d need buttons too, after all, and what better means than shells?
Seeing the surety within the lightening of her levelled gaze most of the inkling of doubt begins to melt away. She would never lie to him anyhow. His trust ever still in her.
“I only heard of people making castles in the sand.”
How difficult could the task even be? He glances toward land once more and begins to float slowly in that direction, turning to face the princess again and grinning widely. How difficult can it be? All they possibly have to do is dampen some sand to make it pliable enough to mold and hold. Then all they have to do is put a few minutes of hard work under the sun. Whether they succeed or not does not matter but the possible fun they might have will be worth it.
“Right! Let”s do it then!”
░▒▒ 「 ❄; 」
His agreement triggers the utmost excitement, and heels hastily follow lead as his frigid figure sails toward shore. It’s not long until the entirety of her being emerges from ocean’s waters; salty breeze nipping at bare skin and thus causing a brief shiver to slide down her spine. It doesn’t last long though, thankfully–and irises grasp the moment by settling upon snowman’s own being.
❝Okay–!
I’m guessing you build one the same way you’d build a snowman…❞
Secondary regards suggest hesitance, but even still is not a single moment wasted as palms extend downward dampened sand, figure too bending to sit comfortably. Idea on how to form a sandman is hastily grasped; concentration evident upon her features though she certainly doesn’t skip a beat when gesturing for the snowman to lend assistance.
Fondness for their home was strongly held by the snowman since it is the only home he’s ever known. Being born in the midst of summer yet at the same time in winter. A most unconventional time of confusion but all the same does he love Arendelle for its oddities. If he was to make a confession Olaf no doubt admit the growing desire to remain here in this gorgeous hideaway. See what adventures are awaiting him and his princess under the seemingly endless sunlight but alas he will not get ahead of himself for once.
“You’d make a beautiful mermaid, Anna.”
Mere image that pops into his mind of the redhead gliding with a green tail through the crystal blue world without a care softens his expression. Oh what fun this was! At the rather unexpected inquiry from Anna, Olaf’s gaze brightens with wonder and flits back to the sandy beach.
”Is that possible?”
░▒▒ 「 ❄; 」
Snowman’s own expression only causes her own to brighten, cerulean hues hastily shifting unto the moist shore, and an appendage shifting to tuck dampened strands of hair behind ear.
❝—-Of course,
why wouldn’t it be?❞
At least she assumed it to be possible. Often had she spotted illustrations of sand based castles at the dampest part of beach’s shore, assumption thus immediate upon initial suggestion. It only seemed logical, after all–for if a sand castle could uphold its structure, why wouldn’t a sandman be able to do the same? Grin lightens at the thought of such an attempt proving futile, and a slight chuckle traces grin’s tracks.
Brittle fingers glide through the liquidized crystal waves as they rock him to and fro in a gentle embrace. Vivid reflection of the snow being’s appearance becomes a two way mirror as he’s able to gaze into the colorfully exotic world once more. Like a scientist examining a subject through a looking glass with all the wonder and awe that he possesses. Unfair to be hidden away from the land dwellers yet taking this experience as a luck of the draw. Being thankful this was even possible for him.
“I guess not.
Which means just have to do this more ofetne.”
A slight cock of a head, unnatural snowflakes cascading into the water as it ripples from the sudden movement. Inquiry etching across his features now.
“Like a fish? Why not a mermaid?”
Retaliation was anticipated as the waterdrops rain down upon him, his mouth once wide in silent shriek curve into glee. All good fun this was. With their treasure secured in one hand he moves to advance toward her, pushing at the water. Swells becoming larger and larger in his wake. Only stilling till he’s at her side now and awaits for her answer to his previous question.
░▒▒ 「 ❄; 」
A chuckle slips, and such is only natural and expected of the dame. Though how could such brightness be contained once considering the situation? A nod is gestured in agreement, and mentality has already assured spare’s heart that they would return to such sanctuary even after this adventure has passed. She wonders, however, how much more joy would be brought into the situation if they had brought more individuals to enjoy this area? Of course, it seems excitement has since exceeded its limits with princess and snowman alone.
❝Yeah, ha. Like a mermaid~❞
The thought is a bit humorous, and approaching figure only causes the brightness of her grin to increase. Appendages come to ascend, irises settling upon palms only to notice the inevitable pruning of her skin; and of course, by instinct, glossed lips part in an effort to inquire whether the same had occurred for snowman. Yet, thought somehow keeps pace and reminds her that such would not affect branches as it does flesh.
There’s a sharp intake of breath on his end when Anna dove underneath the lazy waves— both curious and cautious. Still there was nothing alarmingly dangerous about what awaited for Anna and he wanted to share the beauty hidden away by the sand dunes and seaweed. More confidence in anything in her capabilities. His hands turned over his small mementos whilst he waited for her return which came quicker than he expected. A beaming look that could rival the sun lighting up on his face at her pleased expression.
“I know I saw. Isn’t it beautiful?
So much different than the fjord and the water’s different, too.”
Cheekily the corners of his mouth quirk up before his free hand dipped back into the water, stirring up small waves that rose and fell in her direction. Sprays of water raining down between the two companions in light sheets of drops. An elated chortle tickled the back of his throat as some drops catch the sunlight, momentarily looking like diamonds in the endlessly blue sky. He floated on his back now, balancing his findings on his stomach and giggling as he tried to keep them and himself balanced.
“I feel like an otter!”
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And it was certainly beautiful; a world unseen by the naked eye, and in reality only several feet–if anything–had been observed by mankind. Though it wasn’t as if there was a lack of interest, especially once considering all the magnificence that laid beneath the surface—-merely was it seemingly impossible for one to settle gaze upon ocean’s depths. Perhaps it was better that way, for there was always the chance of those dark hearted–the selfish–corrupting what beauty remained.
❝Yeah, the fjord isn’t nearly as beautiful as this.
–But I guess Arendelle can’t have everything.❞
The salty atmosphere embraces her, and she can only agree with snowman’s regards.
❝Y'know… it’s times like this where I really wish I had gills.❞
Nonetheless does a chuckle surely slip at snowman’s comment amongst action, a light splash in his direction though it’s all in the spirit of fun. At the mention of otter does an attempted chirp slip past lips–an assumption of what sound an otter makes, she’d argue.
The sunlight beats down on the misty cloud bobbing above that keeps him cool, alive. Yet somehow the warmth still manages to steal kisses at his snowy skin, steam seeming to rise off him in the lightest sheets. Momentarily he thinks of being concerned but catching the reflection of the grinning redhead in the water the thought merely passes. No he will not allow anything to ruin this day. Instead his chin tips forward to meet her level eagerly, bluish tint spreading across his cheeks now.
”Hehe thanks. You’re doing great, too!”
Pride shimmers within his gaze as he holds up his prizes for them to observe. They are nothing particularly special. Three chipped shells and an oddly shaped white rock. Still they were something he normally could not find along the port or in the forest. Making them just as valuable in their own simpleness. The snowman’s gaze flits back up to the princess’ face with inquirement, thin brows raising slightly.
“I don’t plan on lettin’ them go.
Sounds like a plan! Why don’t you give it a try?”
░▒▒ 「 ❄; 」
From even such simplicity do cerulean hues marvel; and though common amongst these parts was spare all the more eager to parade the pair’s treasures to not only heir and ice harvester, but also kingdom’s citizens. It’s a world full of wonder, after all–and there was no point in containing the experience within one’s own mentality. Although… it was certainly necessary to live out the experience beforehand, and snowman’s suggestion triggers an excitable chuckle whilst gesturing a nod.
❝Alright~❞
And with one final breath does she submerge crown in ocean’s current; it’s salty, and reaction to the unexpected taste causes her to cringe slightly. Nonetheless do irises search for more such treasures, nothing though brought back once resurfacing as attention was far more drawn towards what lived beneath the surface.
“I think I saw Kristoff pack a basket in the back of the carriage before we left.
I’ll grab it when we start finding treasure and see if that works.”
Foam began to gather around him as the waves eagerly wrapped him up in warm embraces, nearly making him blend in an odd sort of way. There’s a brief pause for him to take everything in once more. The surf, the sun, the loose sand mixing in with his snowy skin. New and strange in the most perfect mixture. An euphoria swelling inside his chest as he casts his princess a bright grin before dipping his head underneath the water.
The depths not as bright nor clear as he had hoped but close to what he’s imagined. Fish of all kinds swam by in pairs or groups all around them whilst seaweed waved to him in a sluggish dance. His hands extend toward the newfound world, turning up sand and rock to uncover what it was hidden beneath. No concern of needed breath applied to him yet after a long moment he curled his fingers around something rather solid and jagged before returning to the surface. Water sliding from the tip of his nose like a faucet and eyes bright.
“Did you see me, Anna? Did you? Oh, I think I found something!”
░▒▒ 「 ❄; 」
Waves crash against bare skin, slight reaction as time spent within ocean’s current has lead to the sensation feeling more or less natural. Irises fall from beach’s scenery and unto the snowman once more, her grin only exhibiting brighter than before.
❝I saw! I’m starting to think you were born for this, Olaf.❞
Curiosity sinks into cerulean hues upon the mention of discovered treasure, and though expression retains radiating joy does a curious expression manage to lace in dame’s features. It’s amazing what lies beneath the sea, though it’s undeniable that there’s little chance of the pair ever knowing what all resides beneath the surface.
❝–Make sure you hang onto it,
we’ll go back and get one of those baskets for it later.❞
