loverofwarmhugs ;   ♚ [drops this, hai thereeee]

Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine. What does mine do? 

         _{Of her lady’s creations, Naminé knows that she was not the first, nor the second. But rather, the small snowman named Olaf was her creator’s first time breathing life into a being of snow and ice, and Naminé was her latest one. And while the snowman was not around very often, sometimes he appeared and the blonde would sit with him and talk with him absently.}

         _{The difference in their ranges of “emotion” were rather different, as were their personalities themselves. Though that was weird to say, because most of the time she did not think she had her own personality, while Olaf had a bright and happy and optimistic one that always brought a smile to her face.}

         _{Sitting out in the snow with Olaf and Marshmallow not too far away Naminé drew designs in the snow and glanced out at the horizon and then down at the snowy kingdom that looked little more than a small down from their distance. Much of the time, Arendelle seemed like it was asleep, peacefully so, and the idea made her smile a little bit. It was a nice mental image, somehow. A snowy little town, quiet and peaceful.}

         _{Suddenly there was an extra weight on her side and she glanced over and down at Olaf, who had slumped against her and had stopped talking some time ago evidently without her realizing. Funny, she hadn’t know that he could sleep… but leaning against her, there was no threat of him melting, and no threat of her melting. The only threat to either of them was the sun up ahead, but it was plenty cold enough up on that mountain to ensure both of them that they weren’t going to melt apart into a puddle.}

         _{Humming to herself she continued to draw designs into the snow before she paused, and started to sculpt something more tangible. A bow, a little lopsided and not particularly smooth, but all the same she picked it up carefully from the ground and turned towards Olaf, settling it just beneath his head, and she smiled. He looked nice, with a bow tie on.}

                                             _{”Sleep tight, Olaf.”}