A/N: I know this isn't exactly a massive romance on the show, but I'm planning on writing some about big romances, and some about more 'sideline' 'ships. Why? Because it makes life fun... Thanks to everyone who has reviewed/favourited, it makes me happier than it ought to :)
Vivian sat stubbornly at her window, staring down at the gates, waiting for Arthur to arrive.
Any day now…
She twirled a wisp of blonde hair between bored fingers, imagining his hands, not hers.
She refused to budge from her vantage point; insisting, as days stretched out into weeks, weeks into months, that each heavy breath breathed brought her closer to him.
Olaf sighed; shook his head; muttered.
Neither noticed the shadowy knight in the archway, patiently waiting for her to tear her gaze from the impossible and turn to find his watchful eyes looking lovingly into hers.