My muse's reaction to yours knocking on their door in the middle of the night.

          There’s an immediate grin that spreads unto her features upon the familiar thudding. It’s light, in a sense, though the pattern could always be traced to one such individual, and thus is it not long until heel stands before timber, and door is opened to reveal beloved companion. 

                   ❝Can’t sleep?❞

   Truth be told does the clock only just strike the nineteenth hour, and the time for rest is still quite a time away. Nevertheless does it strike conversation, and a light chuckle slips past larynx.

                    ❝Y'know… Kristoff told me this great story.

                      —-It’s kinda scary though; think you could handle it?❞