Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen.
"You remember when we first met?" he asks, looking down at her. She stands stock still and doesn't say a thing.
"I was in a really bad mood, because one, I was starving and two, a random snow storm caught Sven and I by surprise as we were traveling down the mountain," he reminisces with a sad, lopsided grin. "I first caught sight of you at Wandering Oakens's and you were wearing a summer ball gown. I knew instantly that you weren't from my neck of the woods."
He can't look her in the eye anymore. Her face seems stuck in an expression of worry. Her eyebrows are knit together high up on her forehead.
"I easily misjudged you, because you are nothing like what I thought you were."
With a sad sigh, he lovingly caresses her face, her cheek cold as ice.
"…were nothing like what I thought you once were," he corrects himself.
He steps away from her frozen statue, forever still. He takes a look around his surroundings, where she stands between the king and queen's burial stones.
"I'll visit you again next time, alright Anna?" he promises, taking one last look back at the frozen princess before heading out of the cemetery, a forlorn reindeer in tow.