You with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes..

This is what Kristoff and his slightly unintelligent boyfriend live by. His lovers eyes are a striking blue, filled with delightful glimmer and happiness.

Although, nowadays, they’re more filled with hurt and agony, curled over his board on the shore bleeding from his forehead and arms.

Kristoff’s breath hitches as he stands up abruptly, hurrying to his side and shakily holding him.