Tarrow: A Thousand Faces

I've been away from here for over a year, maybe almost two. Travelers always have a vague sense of time. As for why I left my lover, Elsa, behind and came back to this godforsaken place alone, it all began with something that happened half a month ago. I grew up in Arendelle, and Elsa was my childhood friend. Though she was a princess in the castle and I was just a poor baker's son, we always remained close. Nothing could come between us. Even during the period when Elsa was confined to her room, we often sneaked out to spend time together. Sometimes she found a way to slip out, but more often I climbed the big tree beneath the castle and made my way to Elsa's window. We stayed that way until Elsa turned sixteen, the year I turned eighteen. Then Elsa became two completely different people.