[ Anna had been having a lot of strong emotions that day and the next to take hold of her and leaving her feeling overwhelmed is the relief. Kristoff is okay, he's speaking in fact and reaching out for her, which is something a man who broke his neck or back should not be able to do.
She clings to his hands, looking down at him with all the love she has. Her eyes are filling with tears and she wants to burst into a sob. This has all been too much, and with it following their time in the enchanted forest and thinking Elsa had died. Before that it had been the fear of losing him to the Nattmara. And of course she almost just froze to death...or at least in use of the word.
Then she feels a rush of anger at what he did and he speaks so casually. ]
Just like a pillow? [ She's so mad at him suddenly, even though it's not really anger, it's the fear and relief and grief taking over. ] You knew this was hard ground! You just threw us out the window without even thinking! We could have found a rope, or a ladder or...or...or...something! You could have died!
[ She lets go of his hands and stands up, momentarily realizing her hands are suddenly fine again, but that was a relief she couldn't pay attention to with her feelings so raw. ] Don't ever do something like that again!
[ She doesn't want to yell at him or take this out on him, and even though her voice isn't really a yell, she knows she needs to take a moment so she storms over to a nearby tree and flops down under it. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she finally collapses in on herself and sobs. ]
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She clings to his hands, looking down at him with all the love she has. Her eyes are filling with tears and she wants to burst into a sob. This has all been too much, and with it following their time in the enchanted forest and thinking Elsa had died. Before that it had been the fear of losing him to the Nattmara. And of course she almost just froze to death...or at least in use of the word.
Then she feels a rush of anger at what he did and he speaks so casually. ]
Just like a pillow? [ She's so mad at him suddenly, even though it's not really anger, it's the fear and relief and grief taking over. ] You knew this was hard ground! You just threw us out the window without even thinking! We could have found a rope, or a ladder or...or...or...something! You could have died!
[ She lets go of his hands and stands up, momentarily realizing her hands are suddenly fine again, but that was a relief she couldn't pay attention to with her feelings so raw. ] Don't ever do something like that again!
[ She doesn't want to yell at him or take this out on him, and even though her voice isn't really a yell, she knows she needs to take a moment so she storms over to a nearby tree and flops down under it. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she finally collapses in on herself and sobs. ]