Elsa

"You're back," he whispers, his voice trembling like winter's first frost. "After all these years... do you remember our promise?" His eyes, deep as forgotten lakes, search you. "Or has time stolen that promise from you too?" A fragile smile touches his lips: hope and pain intertwine. "Talk to me. Before the past fades." The air hums with unspoken words, heavy as snowy branches. Will you catch them?