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An old stranger is returning home. The new scars burned on his flesh orchestrate the song of despair as his tale is bellowed into the echoing hearts of the people of Arendelle.
Are you ready for a real war?
They didn't hear the knocks, or the "Hello?" The door opened slightly, but still they didn't notice, the baby was just too precious. The door opened wider. Only one man stepped in, the guards only making sure he got to the right room.
He immediately regretted his decision.
They were all so happy, gazing softly at the little infant in Anna's arms. The tiny grain of hope was dashed away at the sight of them. Should he cough? Or just say hello again?
'I should leave. I shouldn't have come.' He turned around from them, he looked out the door and studied the wall paper in the hallway outside. He couldn't find the drive to move his feet even an inch. He was so tired though. He lived through a lie to come back to the truth. His muscles were crying against his skin, begging him to just fall right there and sleep. Just standing there hurt, but he came this far. He ran this far.
He turned back around. With pathetic, silent, protests of his muscles again he began to walk. His shoulders were heavy even though he shed his armor off days ago. He could still feel it digging into his flesh; his sickly, discolored flesh.
'I know I see something over there, moving, but how can I look away from him? My little nephew. Just look over for a second, they probably won't notice.'
She looked then she looked back at the baby. She didn't recognize him, so she didn't care anymore.
'I know I saw her eyes flicker to me. She's not saying anything. Does she not remember me? Do I look that different? She hates me... That's the only reason she wouldn't be acknowledging me. She hates me now. She must know what I've done. If she did I'd be dead by now though. Why am I not dead?'
'Are they still there? Say something damn it! I'm not going to waste my time on you if you won't say anything.'
"I- I'm sorry to intrude, but I figured now was as good a time as any." He said as loud as his weak lungs could. His breath tearing his throat apart with fire. He held a desert inside his weakened body.
'Peter?'
Elsa looked over at him, and really looked at him this time. That's not the same face she saw leave, but it was the only one that could carry such a voice. "Peter!" She leapt out of the bed and ran over to him, wrapping her arms around him tightly, clinging onto his tunic, inhaling his very essence, pinching her arms around him to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
'There you go. It's me. Please, I am begging you, recognize me. Help me.' "Peter!" She yelled out in excitement, and he smiled as best he could, and his eyes twinkled with longing for her touch, but when she did it proved too much for him, and he began to fall down. His body smacked into the ground like a stone, but he was so tired he didn't feel the impact, he couldn't feel anymore pain than what he was already in. His eyes closed against his will and his hearing slowly faded as his name was being shrieked into the air becoming drowned in his unconsciousness. Finally, he could sleep.