Seven years have passed since Finn had left his home and traveled a great distance away upon request of his love, Bubblegum, just to keep their child safe. It was one of the most saddening days of his life, and it could not be forgotten. Today, inside of one log cabin, Finn slept inside of his small room that had nothing but a bed and a dresser in it. He had built the home himself with a lot of effort. So far it had been holding up great. Not much had changed in him, yet he had gotten taller and slightly more muscular, and he had a beard that had started to grow now.
Finn felt something shaking him while he slept. "Daddy…" he heard, just sitting up, looking on the side of his bed, seeing his daughter standing there. She was right below his chest in terms of height and she was wearing a purple shirt, and a lighter shard of purple pants that had stripe patterns on them. "Oh, good morning, Roll," Finn greeted her happily. Waking up every morning and seeing her face made the last few years worth it, though it did somewhat sadden him to see the bubblegum hair of hers that just reminded him too much of her mother. Finn was starting realize he had slept in. "Daddy, I'm bored. Can I go play with Kadin?" she requested. He just gave a light hearted laugh and nodded. "Yeah. You go have fun with Kadin," he said, presuming this Kadin to be an imaginary friend of hers she had been playing with for a few months now. "Just come back in an hour. I'll have breakfast by then," he added. Roll went and left the home in excitement.
Finn got up from the bed and approached his old green backpack that was lying in the corner. He crouched down and rummaged through it, pulling out a necklace, consisting of a pink gem on a string. He just stared at it for a second, sighing. "I never thought waiting could be this excruciating, PB…" he muttered, the necklace having been given to him so that Princess Bubblegum could contact him if something occurred to the Ice King or some other reason that he could come back, though sadly, it was only a one way communication device. He knew it was for the best in case his daughter somehow got ahold of it. He just put it in his pocket before leaving the room, planning on starting breakfast.
Outside a short distance from the home that was resting alone in the land, Roll was approaching a nearby tree. "Kadin?" she called out to the nothingness. She got somewhat depressed from hearing a lack of response. "Why do you still come?" a hollow voice rang out. Roll looked up with a smile. Above was a weird, transparent knight with a green aura around him, and the body of a skeleton aside from a few articles of clothing he had that was mainly torn and ragged. "Because, you're my friend," she answered to the ghost skeleton, known to her as Kadin. He just climbed down and sat down leaning against the tree "I'm not a friend… just a fool who got pinned to this tree by an arrow two hundred years ago," he hissed, narrowing his hollowed eyes, scaring her slightly.
"You can quit trying to scare me. Daddy already has told me a lot about ghosts. How come you haven't moved on if you remember?" Roll questioned. It felt like a routine to talk to the ghostly entity. Finn had told her a lot of his past adventures mainly as tales when growing up, including how ghosts worked. Finn had told her that when they remembered how they died, they proceeded to a better land. Kadin just sighed. "Because this is not where I wanted to be properly buried, I am not at peace. I do not know what is wrong with you, or why you even care. A child cannot understand death," he explained. "Of course I do. You don't like where you died… where did you want to die?" Roll asked. Kadin just groaned, knowing she wouldn't leave him alone until he answered.
"…I wanted to be buried in a nice place. On a hill with a blanket of snow covering my grave, so no one had to know who or what died. But it has been so long since I died that even I do not remember what I used to be," Kadin reluctantly answered to Roll who was still paying attention to him, though she began to groan in pain, holding her side. "What is wrong now?" the skeletal ghost moaned in irritation, wondering if she even paid attention to what it was he wanted in death. "S-sorry… I just keep hurting daddy says it's just growing pains…" Roll stated, straightening up, though her proclaimed friend didn't seem to care. There was just silence between them while her pain passed. "Why don't I take you somewhere snowy?" she kindly offered, resulting in a look of disbelief as if it was an impossible task.
"Why… just, why would you even say such nonsense?" he had to growl the question again, Roll thinking on it for a second. "Because daddy said to be nice to everything as long as they aren't evil," Roll innocently claimed. This seemed to annoy him further, but he sighed before making an X mark in the dirt in front of him. "My body decayed a long time ago. There is no possibly bone left to be discovered, but the arrow that bound me to this existence is still buried here. Take it and bury it under the snow," Kadin opened up to her about how to handle giving him the proper burial he wanted. "Okay… but where would I find snow? It never snows here," roll asked her ghostly friend who just seemed to stare up at the sky for a second from under the shady tree.
"…The Ice Kingdom. That is the only plausible place I can think of. It is to the north east, but it is a very far distance. Do not go dying for my sake, child," Kadin warned that it might be dangerous, though she just had a smile. "I want to be just as good as him. We'll leave tonight, okay? I promise," she swore. The skeleton ghost just seemed to lean back onto the tree, staring at the pink haired human, not sure how to feel about having put up with her for a few months, being presumed as a minor imaginary friend. "Roll! Breakfast is ready!" Finn called out, echoing from the home. She just got up, giving a small wave before running back to the house, Finn not being able to see Kadin due to the far distance, and the shady tree.