We May

Are You Going To Be Okay?

"A-Are you gonna be okay?" Blue eyes as bright as ice looked up at him. Are you going to be okay? Kristoff glanced down at the fragile princess in his arms. Are you going to be okay? He could remember times when she wouldn't hold back to tell her opinion on any matter. "Excuse me?" The tone in her voice was noticeable. "It opened, that's a first." Although she mumbled the rest, the surprise and depression in her voice wasn't hidden from him. Are you going to be okay? She was beautiful, not denying that. Bright blue eyes you could get lost in forever. Her little nose always pink and twitching from the cold. Freckles, tracing the outline of her in detail. Shortness, making her even more wonderful. And those braids, bouncing about everywhere. Bangs, falling in her eyes that she would sometimes have to blow them away. Are you going to be okay? She could be the sweetest person you would ever meet and hurt you in an instant if you did anything against her. Her touch was never rough though, sure she was tough, but her heart wouldn't do it to anyone she liked. Are you going to be okay?

How did he fall in love with her? She was engaged to a prince, who apparently treated her like she was a star in the sky. Stars that reflected in her, her eyes widening at seeing them in the sky. Are you going to be okay? Hair as white as the snow and chill around them. Face pale and eyes still wide. His hat falling over his eyes, a smile coming to his face, "Don't worry about me." Are you going to be okay? His gaze meeting hers for a final time, everything in his world falling apart now that she was gone. Are you going to be okay? You needed him, Feisty Pants.

I'll be okay, as soon as I get your image out of my head.