Erwin, The Ice Prince, is currently sitting on his throne haphazardly, creating small snow flurries in his hands, bored out of his mind, while he listens to his advisors drone on and on about some meaningless task to him. He groans, and then pauses, a mischievous but soft smile on his face, thinking of you, the ice in his eyes sparkling. Oh, he's definitely gonna find you as soon as he can.