"You... what ?" she angrily yells at him, hands balled into fists at her side.
"Elsa..." he groans, exasperated.
"No no no no, don't sayanything !" she commands as she lifts her hands up before her. "So, if I've understood correctly what you just told me, you've put the both of us into great trouble ! What the hell crossed your mind when you decided to take me away !?"
"You were going to get married against your will !" he snaps without even thinking, instantly standing up.
"And I still am !"
This shuts him up. He stares at her, mouth agape. He slowly clenches his jaw, realizing what has just been said.
"What about the 'you can't marry a man you just met' thing ? he hisses trough gritted teeth while he threateningly leans in closer.
"That's none of your concern !" she replies, just like she always does when she wants to avoid a topic. "I was also going to get killed against my will if my sister hadn't appeared out of nowhere to stand between you and I !"
His eyes widen even more than he had though was possible, but he managed - God only knows how - to keep his jaw clenched.
"You didn't say that." he states, unable to believe the words that has reached his ears, seconds ago.
His knuckles have turned white, but he doesn't pay attention to them. Elsa smirks, and it feels kind of odd to see that on her usually placid face. He's rather accustomed to be the one who smirks at others, but this catches him off guard as the words sink in.
"I did." she proudly declares, it doesn't sound like she's is the one who's speaking right now.
"You perfectly know that I regret all that I did back then. You didn't need to remind me of that." he spits, his eyes are now staring at the ring he wants to throw away from her finger so badly.
"Yes, I do. But it's not helping me to forget that day. It's chained to me till the end of times. I can't ever forget it." she seriously answers, frowning.
He sighs.
"I simply wanted you not to waste a life I've almost taken away and that has been spared thanks to your sister." he mumbled, burying his hands in the pockets of his pants, completely unaware of the tone full of what they call sadness he's using.
He can't get too personal. She's the Queen. A Queen he attempted to murder.
"I'm taking you back. I guess we'll just have to say we went on a ride for the day." he gives up, turning back and marching to his horse.
"I didn't say I wanted to, though." she calls after him, her voice seems to be more relaxed that it first was. "But Ihave to. That's a completely different thing. I'm already feeling remorseful for fleeing from the realm, my realm, just like that." she confesses, and his expression changes.
She has opened up to him, and even if it's almost nothing, it isn't. It isn't nothing because she's talking to him about something that is none of his concern, anyway. Things like that mean the world, especially to him, when it comes from her.
He can't mess it up again. If she hadn't accepted him to stay in Arendelle, he would've got mercilessly killed by his brothers back home. She's given him a second chance, he's aware of that. He can never repay her for this, so at least he can keep what she's revealing to him to himself and not betray her, for once. Keep his mouth shut to prove he can be trusted to.
"I overreacted, you know."
"I did exactly the same, but I was panicked." he admits, memories of her lying under the snow flooding through his mind. "Thinking that something could be happening to you made me sickeningly worried."
"Let's go back home. We'll discuss of that during the travel. We wasted enough time."
He smiles.