- for my ankle, I only guessed what was about to happen next. She was going to check it out, give it a few pokes, as - Olaf

- if she'd never seen an ankle in her life. Olaf should expect more moaning from me then.* Be /gentle/. It hurts. *I whimper, -

- pouting all the way, as I slowly lifted my leg onto Olaf' lap, emitting a heavy sigh soon afterwards.* You owe me. Food, -

- sleep-ins, no more ice-skating. You name it. As I've said a thousand times in the past already, ice-skating isn't my - Olaf

- thing. Olaf

As if you were ever going to actually let me off the ice. Either you had an extremely tight grip on my hands, or it - Olaf

- was way too cold to even feel them. *My eyes were permanently fixed on Olaf' every movement as she slowly untied the laces of -

- the skate. This was going to be fun. Although, before I could even answer Olaf' reassuring words, I should've known that -

- it was just a distraction so she could pull the skate off using the band-aid technique. Obviously, a loud whimper - Olaf

- escaped my lips, which were followed by moans and grumbles.* You better. That /hurt/. Rude. I would've been cool if you - Olaf

- continued to talk to me like that. Maybe even slap me across the face to distract me. Anything but /that/. *I whined, - Olaf

- folding my arms across my chest with a sniffle.* Just get this over and done with. I wanna go hoooome. Olaf

As if you were going to help me off the ice. You were going to force me to stay on it, either way. *I let out another - Olaf

- loud, frustrated huff, lips puckered together as my eyes remained on Olaf' fingers, as she continued to poke and prod at -

- my ankle, I wasn't in too much pain. That was a plus. Still, I was going to take advantage of Olaf' suggestion, and allow her -

- to nurse me back to health, because I knew that's what Olaf was likely to do.* Good. I'm never touching an ice-skating -

- rink again. Never ever. Could you just help me home? Help me get comfortable? Maybe add in a cup of hot chocolate. - Olaf

- I've heard chocolate is an anti-depressant. Ice makes me depressed, therefore I need a hot chocloate. *I shrugged, - Olaf

- looking up towards Olaf, trying to be all cute, just so I could get my way. Although, she was soft, so I knew it wouldn't -

- be all that hard.* Olaf