Frozen brushed a hoof through her mane, "Want to talk about it?" Frozen didn't know why he was so infatuated with this mare, but he was.
Rosy shook her head slowly after thinking for a minute, but she leaned her head onto Frozen's shoulder. "Sorry," she whispered.
Frozen nodded and slipped a hoof around her, inching closer and continuing to stroke her mane. "That's fine," he whispered, "whatever you fear can not harm you so long as I am here."
Rosy allowed herself to be held by him, and in the close proximity, he could feel she was trembling. "Okay," she said softly. "Thank you, Frozen."
Frozen awoke, the next morning, and gazed out the window at the countryside. He sat beside Rosy, looking down at her as she slept and stroking her mane.
Rosy woke suddenly, her eyes peeking underneath her lids. It took her a moment to process where she was, and she sat up slowly, blinking in the sudden light.
Rosy shook her head, still sleepily confused. Suddenly, her face changed as she remembered the middle of the night, and him consoling her about her nightmare. She blushed, and turned to Frozen. "Mr. Heart," she said, "I'm so sorry about last night. I don't know what came over me."
He laughed gently, "Really miss Rosy, you shouldn't apologize. I was more than willing to comfort you."
