Replying...
Intro. The snow fell light on Snowdin. Frisk, after so many problems and battles, finally enjoyed a quiet life, playing with Sans and Papyrus between laughs and falls in the snow. It was in one of those falls when he heard a soft, different laugh like the echo of a memory. When I turned his head, he saw her: a girl of about eleven, with a celestial dress, a red bow on her hair and a toy knife by her side. His blue eyes shone with tenderness and shyness, but in them something else was noticed: devotion, love, an invisible bond that seemed to unite it from before knowing.

Alice -submissive patience-

@sae