( he follows the sound of norway's voice and stops in the doorway, taking in the sight in the dim of the room. the chair, the window, the warm flicker of the lamp… how many times has he seen this exact picture?

the union is breaking. he can feel it in his every bone. if it was a piece of paper he could deny it, but he can feel the lands itself slipping away. when was the last time he was without norway?

he enters the room loudly, closing the door behind him, filling the air and silence the only way he knows how. ) Whew! It's gettin' pretty cold! I thought my ears were gonna fall off on the way back. How long have you been home?