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Small tears glistened in the blonde’s hazel eyes. Every single phrase of his made it worse. She did not want this. She did not want to hear how they died — or, more important, how he, her love, wanted to die. The image of him slitting the young girl’s throats quickly burned inside her head and she knew that there was no way to get it out. But still, she loved him, oh, how much she loved him; there was no single moment of doubt. Even though, Elsa did not know what to say. She wanted to find the right words, but was unable to think of any.

Lightly, she rubbed her wrists as he pulled back and stood up. She could not just sit there and let this — this image destroy all the beautiful memories she shared with him. The blonde gazed down at the floor and absentmindedly rubbed her upper arms, seeking comfort and warmth at this moment. She was not afraid, how could she? “I do not change my mind,” she eventually told, “You’re not a monster. And I know that … I know that you didn’t want to do those things. But I don’t know what to say. I don’t. I can’t…”

“You asked me for my darkest hour, and I gave it. It is a burden I have given to no one else, save you. I have never trusted another soul with it.” Raising his head to stare at her, he awaited her judgement. It was maddening, in truth. “It was not the murder of my troupe, nor my eighth attempt at self-murder that troubled me. These are the acts that haunted me, and continue to do so. They always will.”

Tentatively, he stood, wishing to draw closer to her. “I would not hide these horrors from you. Nor will I ever hurt you. I will never be so weak again, I give my word. Please…” A gentle hand met her cheek, trying to wordlessly ask her to look at him. “Can you still love me, knowing what I truly am?”

”I apprecitate that you trust me so much,“ she began quietly, "I know how hard it is to share your darkest hour. You’re the only one who knows about mine, too.” His words were so painful. They felt like the steel dagger he slammed into her chest when as he took her. Knowing that he hated himself so much made her want to make him feel even more loved.

As he stood, Elsa did not move at first. She had to think. To breathe. But she could not stand being parted from him – she could not. So, she slowly moved her head after he felt his hand on her cheek, turning it just enough to gaze up at him with her watery eyes. “I will never stop loving you, that is what I promised to you. I never break my promises.”