thank you!!!

    _{“It’s just a shadow, Olaf. You make animals with your fingers. My little sister and I used to do it all the time.”}

Leave “Red String of Fate” in my askbox and I’ll generate a number (1-77) to see what is in our muse’s destinies then I’ll write some drabble based on the number generated.

37. Our muses are destined to do jail time together.

    _{How the Southern Isles would react to their youngest Prince sending them a winter spirit and talking snowman as prisoners, Jack couldn’t guess. Locked up in a cell with only each other as company, it was all he could do to keep Olaf from melting, nevermind imagine their skeptic, silly faces when they received word. The bars were solid and if he had been in his right mind, he could come up with an ingenious plan to free them both, but he wasn’t in his right mind and even if they did escape, what would they escape to? Anna was an ice statue and Elsa had been slain. They both had failed their friends.}

    _{“D'ya think we could’ve done something?” escaped Jack in a cracked whisper, the first thing to be said since this journey started. He looked up with red eyes, and hands  bound together in chains, his staff confiscated. The winter spirit had never looked so defeated, not even when Pitch had broken him and thrown him into that crevice. “That maybe…we could’ve saved them somehow?”}

    _{“I’ll be back soon, little guy,” Jack assured him, patting the snowman on the head. “It’s just Guardian business. I’m sure it’s nothing — North freaks out everytime he gets a belly ache. Then we’ll all go sledding, alright?”}

your character has passed away, and my character is having trouble coping, so they keep calling your muse’s old cellphone. send me ◘ for the last voicemail my character left.

    _{“Olaf! Buddy, man, you wouldn’t believe the heat we’re having. I can’t even go outside because I’m going to melt on the spot.}

                _{You would love it.}

                        _{The beaches are way too packed to be going anywhere near them anytime soon, but we’re all going to try and make it down there when we can. You remember that time we all went swimming and Anna almost drowned trying to get the cleaner to the bottom of the pool?}

        _{She still hasn’t lived it down. Cause of death: pool rumba. Man, I –}

                                    _I–

                                                                    _{I miss you, bud.”}

    _{“I know, buddy. Stick close. We’re almost out,” Jack told him without turning around, holding out his hand for Olaf to put his little stick fingers in. Every few feet, he’d tap the nearest wall of the cave with the end of his staff, letting the small burst of magic as frost began to creep out be the tiny light to guide them. It was definitely not much, but it was better than wandering around lost, waiting to bump into a wall – or something much worse.}

    _{All the winter spirit could do was hope they found the exit before something a lot less friendlier than he was would find them.}