Warm
Anna visited often. She was there when he came home. Her patient smiles regularly made his heart pitter. Her ringing laugh took his breath away. The gaping void he was accustomed to filled. Every consecutive day his terrors receded. The trolls adored her, Sven cherished her. Kristoff wanted her.
He tried to deny the flurry of warmth when she was near. The winter wind failed to cut through his sweaters. The snow could not freeze his skin. His eyes trailed after her when she left. His footsteps followed hers on his way to town. She became just Anna. After all, he was just Kristoff.
Then, she didn't come by for a few days. Sven worried. The trolls grew quiet. Kristoff left to find her.