"Let me just make one thing clear; I am not jealous. Just disappointed."
Hearing Kristoff say that felt like someone ran a knife through his heart. Sven stepped back from the door, still ajar as Kristoff spoke with the stranger. The reindeer slumped as his mood turned sour. He hadn’t really thought about how much he’d been playing with Olaf. He couldn’t help himself. For so long it’d just been Kristoff, but now he had so many new friends! He wanted to play with them all, but deep down he knew Kristoff was his best friend. Kris knew that too…
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Dominik glanced over his shoulder and couldn’t help but laugh; the reindeer was taking careful steps around each vase and table, more mindful of his surroundings than the better half of the rowdy guardsmen and, when the older guard took time to realize, much more pleasant to be around. “I might just ask you to teach my men some manners sometime,” he commented, thought in all honestly he wasn’t sure if he was completely joking. Those boys were certainly a handful.
"Right. I’ll be back in a minute." Speak of the Devil. A few feet down the corridor a door had opened and out walked a half-asleep young man, who had apparently just answered his roommate and began to meander towards the odd pair. In one hastily improvised movement, Dominik pushed the reindeer into an adjoining hallway, hoping the man would be too "sleep-drunk" to clearly notice the beast.
Sven nodded, now lost thinking about what it’d be like training his own men. The possibilities for your own personal army were endless!They’d all be perfect guards. Or maybe they’d be perfect carrot farmers. Or perfect ice harvesters. Would they wear uniforms? Would he wear a uniform? The guards of every castle he’d been to wore uniforms. Even Kristoff wore a uniform. In that case why didn’t Sven wear a uniform?
Just as he was envisioning himself in some sort of decorated harness, Dominik shoved him into a hallway. Sven might have let out a bark had his face not hit the floor.