Frost looks and sees bottles of wine all about. "Your drunk. Why did you bring her back she had passed on and she didn't want you to be like this."
" she was my little girl. N you killed her. You killed her." He falls over.
"Eulogy please for her sake stop it." Frost has a layer of ice formed all around him.
"Not til your dead" he charges only to be impaled by one of frosts spikes.
"Go to her now eulogy. And find peace." Once eulogies last breath was gone. Frost poured the bottle out onto him to destroy the body but not the departed soul. Frost flies back home. The ice stayed on him not coming off. "I'm home. Who is here as well?"
In the end i'm only human for that i regret nothing.
rps that im in This Place We Call Home, The Pack of The South, and The Begining to an End