the-king-of-arendelle:

   A small, small blessing. That his last vision could be Idun, just Idun. Her voice, her eyes, her lips, her words. 

   ”Elsker deg også,” were his words, sounding strained, each word coming out with so much effort, “Jeg er din for evig.” 

   The world was growing darker, the woman before him blurring. Forever seemed so short. He could only hope that the Lord could forgive him for leaving his family so soon. 

   ”Now, go,” he whispered, his voice quiet. So, so, quiet.

   "I’ll keep them safe,“ she promised. "I’ll keep our children safe. I promise you.”

   Even as the tears blinded her, she pulled her hand from his. It had been dangerous to remain there, and now with a flash of blind panic, she realised that she had left her babies alone all this time. 

   "I’ll keep them safe,“ she repeated, running from the room–off to find her children, her babies she would have to protect. The ones she would have to explain to why Papa wasn’t coming with them to the safe house theyhad in the mountains.