A light sigh protrudes through cracked lips, dryness of freezing weather completely disregarded, he breathes so slightly. An outward display of the realization of immature behavior would halt previous actions, as answer would be pushed through gritted teeth of even agitation aimed toward his own.
″You’re right.
It’s Eren. Eren Jäger.″
Blunt answer is pressed through monotone language as annoyance is blockaded by the self-discipline that would ensue within one’s mind. Worn from trudging snow, and the never-ending questions of current ally, pride would disable any complaint from within.
″No. I don’t know where this is, or even how I got here.″
He appears calmer, and such fact comes as a more or less a surprise to the dame. Nevertheless is it a nice change of pace, and perhaps the pair could somehow become friends in the light of initial impressions. Unlikely… right? Although there’s still a bit of traveling they have ahead of them before anything is set in stone.
❝Eren, alright, got it.
—-And I’m Anna.❞
On the other hand is his response of being unfamiliar with the area not so much a surprise; he doesn’t exactly fit the look that most of Arendelle’s citizens exhibit, after all. Thus is curiosity in his origins strong as response fills atmosphere, and she’s eager to learn more of him.
❝You must’ve taken a ship, that’s the only way in and out.❞