Astrid stood quietly for a moment before she said, “Oh, don’t worry!” She crossed her arms in front of her chest, her face masked by anger, before continuing. “You just happened to destroy one of the chief’s favorite weapons. No biggie!”
It’s not that he’s afraid of fire, per say, he just prefers to stay out of it’s path. The heat is suffocating, fierce and loud; nothing that accommodates to the Winter Spirit’s lifestyle. If he had his way, the ground would always be coated in his signature snow, and it’s why he will never step foot in Africa.
[Hesitation, only because he wants to avoid the answer. Lying to himself has proven to be the easier route, seeing as reality has let him down time after time in the past.]
✿ The white-haired boy was decidedly a show-off, but that didn’t affect Rapunzel much beyond a snort of amusement. Her mother had been like that for years, and even some of her friends now Flynn could be quite the showboats.
”Hooow are you doing that?”
❝Oh, you know. A little thing called the wind.❞
His body swung forth in a manner that made him appear to be as light as a feather, demonstrating his point about the breeze which he rode.
