I poured my pent up years of fear, rejection and cruel pain out to a man the surely loathes me. He will assume that I am lying to cover up my sins. The probability of him hitting me is high. I don't have the energy to care as I sob and weep. I..... I finally said it. All those tears, those terror filled nightmares and sleepless nights, all of those prayers for death.... Are finally being let out.
I wipe my wet face; I avoid eye contact with Kristoff. Wrapping my arms around myself, I feel a sense of freedom but also venerability. I look up at the man who heard my cries of pain. I see him make a movement towards me. I shut my eyes and prepare for the agony sure to come.

I suddenly open my eyes to the realization that I'm being embraced, not attacked. At first, I'm a bit stiff against Kristoff's toned and solid body; then I feel the warmth and gentleness in his strong arms. I lean into them and lay my head on his chest and I begin to sob again.
"I'm here, now. Things are different now. You aren't alone anymore," Kristoff says in a muffled whisper as he buries his face in the crook of my neck.
I hear these simple words from a simple man, and I fall apart all over again. I grab his loose fitting shirt and hold it like without it I'll be falling into the vat of painful emptiness again. I'll be lost in my bitter and torn past. In my life, all I have ever truly longed for, is this. To feel like someone knows I'm here, that I'm filled with emotions and a yearning for affection. I cannot express the feeling Kristoff is giving me. He won't ever know what he has done for me. I slowly stop crying as he rubs my back. I listen to the rhythm of his steady heart. I allow myself to float away into dreams.