The Secret Voice

Some Things Never Change

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(Y/N)'s P.O.V

"And then he just... left," I explain as me and Anna walk along the path.

"That's... weird," she agrees. "I'm sure it's nothing. Elson would tell you if it was, I'm sure!"

"Yeah... That's what he told me," I reply, nodding my head. "I just have to trust him. So if he says everything's okay... Then everything's okay."

We both shivers as a chilly breeze flows past us, the wind colder than usual.

"It's... been a bit colder lately, hasn't it?" I mumble softly, rubbing my bare arms as Anna gasps.

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Third Person P.O.V

(Y/N) follows after Anna with a grin as she sees Olaf lounging on a picnic blanket, basking in the sun.

"I see you like your new permafrost, Olaf," (Y/N) smiles, sitting besides him as Anna does the same.

"I'm living the dream, thanks to you, (Y/N)!" Olaf happily sighs, flopping down. "I wish this could last forever."

Anna hums in agreement with a smile, shutting her eyes and enjoying the sun. Olaf suddenly grabs a falling leaf, slightly glaring at it as he sits up.

"And yet, change mocks us with her beauty," he mumbles.

"Wow, very... Poetic," (Y/N) replies with furrowed brows and a grin.

"What's that?" Anna questions, not listening.

"Forgive me," Olaf chuckles. "Maturity is making me, as (Y/N) put it... Poetic." He sputters and sighs, looking up at Anna and (Y/N). "Tell me, you two are older and thus all-knowing. Do you guys ever worry about the notion that... Nothing is permanent?"

"Uh..." Both girls trail off, looking at each other.

"No," Anna realizes, smiling.

"Really?" Olaf raises his brows and nods. "I can't wait until I'm ancient like you two so I don't have to worry about important things."

Anna lays back with a contented sigh, Olaf doing the same as (Y/N) remains sitting up.

"... I'm not that old..." She quietly jokes to herself, leaning back on her hands and looking up.

"That's not what we mean," Anna chuckles, looking at Olaf. "I mean... I don't worry because, well... I have you and (Y/N) and Elson and Kristoff and Sven..."

"And the gates are opened wide..." (Y/N) agrees, "and Elson is himself again."

"We're not alone anymore," Anna finishes with a grin.

"Yes, the wind blows a little bit colder," Anna agrees, looking at Olaf with a smile.

"And we're all getting older..." (Y/N) sighs, staring at the sky as Anna sits up.

"And the clouds are moving on with every autumn breeze!" She holds her hand out to the sky, sighing softly as a breeze flows past them. "Peter Pumpkin just became fertilizer," Anna cringes, spotting the rotten pumpkin.

"And my leaf's a little sadder and wiser," Olaf's leaf seems to droop as he shakes it.

"That's why we rely on certain certainties!"

Anna boops his nose, and the three walk together through town.

"Yes! Some things never change," they walk through framing for a new house, Olaf yelping as his head was separated. "Like the feel of your hands in mine!"