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Attempt #1
The first time Frieren threw a tantrum, the Hero Party was at a complete loss.
On the first day, they tried to talk to her. It didn't work.
On the second day, they left her alone. That didn't work either.
Himmel, Heiter and Eisen stood in front of Frieren's rented room, listening in dismay to her wailing for the third day in a row.
"I heard her crying when I woke up at sunrise," Himmel muttered in disbelief. "That means she either cried all night, or she went to sleep, woke up before sunrise, changed her clothes, tied her hair, put on her boots, and then continued crying." He pulled at his hair. "Isn't she hungry? Thirsty? I'm worried!" Himmel's hair was sticking up, a rare sign of stress. He'd forgotten to do his meticulous early-morning hair brushing routine. Again.
"Careful Himmel, you're going to go bald," Heiter smirked.
Himmel glared back. "Don't jinx it!" He put both hands over his luscious locks protectively.
"And when we checked on her at noon today, she was crying into her pillow, and her boots were off. So she takes her boots off to cry in bed and then puts on her boots back on to cry in other parts of the room," Heiter gestured unsteadily, bottle in hand.
"And now it's almost evening, and she's refused the food delivered from the innkeeper. Should we leave the elf behind?" Eisen asked for the nth time on their journey.
"Eisen—" Himmel sighed, turning to the dwarf warrior.
"I'm joking." Eisen put his hands up. "... Maybe."
Himmel put a finger under his chin, thinking furiously. After a minute, he nodded to himself and snapped his fingers. "Alright. I have another plan."
"Third time's the charm," Heiter chuckled, his smile fading as Frieren's wailing got louder.
Himmel solemnly pulled out their bag of super secret savings.
(Frieren was already aware of their secret savings, so this was extra secret.)
Heiter held his hand out questioningly.
"Heiter, take some of this and see if you can find merkur pudding somewhere in this big town—"
"Ah that's right, she loves that!" Heiter exclaimed, reaching for the bag.
"—and don't buy booze. This is for Frieren, not you!" Himmel admonished, holding the bag just out of reach.
"I didn't even think of it," Heiter lied blatantly, reaching again for the bag.
Himmel dodged him expertly and gave it to Eisen instead, ignoring Heiter's offended expression.
"Eisen. Go with him and use some of the money to buy several pieces of the best quality steak you can find. And if that's not enough, well, you might have to…" Himmel trailed off, hesitating.
Eisen tilted his head.
"... buy… multiple… grimoires…" a bead of sweat rolled down Himmel's temple. "We may go broke."
Eisen nodded. "It's fine. This is an emergency. We can always take on odd jobs to refill our savings later."
Himmel smiled in relief. "Yes, Eisen, it is. Thank you. I'm counting on you both. Watch Heiter—"
"Hey!"
"—and do your best. Good luck. If you can return by dinnertime, that would be ideal."
But Heiter and Eisen didn't move.
Himmel blinked. "What's wrong?"
They looked at him pointedly.
Himmel stared back, suddenly feeling cornered.
"And what will you do, Himmel?" Heiter asked, smirking again.
Himmel's cheeks flushed. He took a shaky breath. "I…" His hands, now clutching the edges of his cloak, trembled. Heiter and Eisen noticed, their eyes widening.
But Himmel shook his head resolutely and turned to Frieren's door, squaring his shoulders. His eyes narrowed, a sign that Himmel the Hero was preparing for battle.
"I'm… going in."
Heiter and Eisen went pale.
"You're going to confront her? In person? Alone? Without food? Or drink?" Heiter recoiled in horror.
"You are a true hero," Eisen intoned, awestruck.
"Well, someone has to do it, right?" Himmel stared at the door like he was going to break it down.
"It's probably best that it's you," Heiter nodded sagely.
Himmel's cheeks flushed again. "What do you mean by that?"
"Well." Heiter and Eisen shared a knowing look—then smacked Himmel on the back, cheerfully.
"Wha—" the hero cried out indignantly as he quickly put his hands on the door to catch himself.
"Good luck, Hero Himmel!" The drunken priest and the dwarf warrior gave Himmel a thumbs up before turning away and promptly escaping the second floor of the inn.
In the now empty hallway, Himmel sighed and pressed his forehead against the door, steeling himself.
He remembered his hair and smoothed it down.
He shook his hands to calm their trembling.
Although he was scared, he couldn't leave this to Heiter or Eisen. Not because he didn't trust them.
He simply wanted to be the one to comfort Frieren. It was a selfish wish.
Truthfully, the sound of her cries made his heart ache.
With that thought in mind, he knocked on the door.
"Frieren? It's me, Himmel," he called out gently.
Frieren kept crying, her voice sounding strangely far away.
"I'm going to open the door now…" He slowly pushed it open, not wanting to startle her. The door was still unlocked from when they checked up on her at noon. It concerned him.
Then he looked up.
Frieren was on top of the wardrobe.
Himmel closed the door.
***
Attempt #2
Himmel speed-walked downstairs to the first floor of the inn. He bumped into Heiter and Eisen, who were asking the innkeeper if they had steak and merkur pudding.
(In hindsight, he could've just told her to jump into his arms. He could've climbed onto the desk beside the wardrobe to reach her. But in his panic, Himmel could only think of one solution.)
"Himmel!" Heiter and Eisen looked up in surprise. "That was quick!"
"No," Himmel grimaced.
"No?" Heiter and Eisen echoed ruefully.
"I need a wooden crate. Or a box. Something to stand on." Himmel turned to the innkeeper, his smile light but his eyes desperate. "Please, would you happen to have one? It's an emergency."
The innkeeper sighed disapprovingly, her arms akimbo. "So I heard from these two. Making a woman cry is no small matter. Give me a second." She disappeared into the back of the restaurant, leaving Himmel, Heiter and Eisen to stand together in guilty silence.
"By the way, Himmel, why do you need a crate?" Heiter whispered.
"She's on top of the wardrobe," Himmel whispered back.
Eisen looked at the ceiling. "Truly ridiculous."
True to her word, the innkeeper came back with a very, very large wooden vegetable crate. Inside the crate was also a bouquet of roses.
Roses.
For the third time that day, Himmel's cheeks flushed red. He could feel Heiter and Eisen smirking at him again.
"You will have to atone," the innkeeper told him ominously. "We still have steak, but we're out of merkur pudding. You'll have to look elsewhere. Why did you wait 'til the third day?"
Himmel, Heiter and Eisen bowed their heads in shame.
"It's my fault, my previous plans didn't work," Himmel immediately confessed, taking responsibility.
Heiter and Eisen gazed at him gratefully.
Himmel reached out and took the crate and the flowers. "Thank you very much. You have my sincere gratitude." He bowed to the innkeeper, took a deep breath, and walked back into the hallway.
Only when Himmel reached Frieren's door on the second floor did he glance down at the crate again.
"Roses," he muttered in despair. "Why do they have to be roses?" He decided to hide the bouquet behind his back and hold the crate with his other hand. Positioning his shoulder to open the door, he called out again.
"Frieren, it's me, I'll help you get down! Just stay where you are and I'll—"
Himmel pushed the door open.
Frieren was wailing on the floor near the bed, rolling around and clutching her ankle, which, to Himmel's horror, was twisted at a terrible angle.
He dropped the crate and the bouquet.
"Frieren!"
The heavy door swung closed as he rushed to her side, reaching out to her.
Frieren flinched away.
At this distance, it was clear.
His elven love had broken her ankle.
"Oh Frieren," Himmel whispered, "did you jump off the wardrobe?"
For the first time since she started crying, Frieren looked at him tearfully and nodded. She caught Himmel's cloak and rolled until she was wrapped in it, sobbing.
Himmel quickly unclasped it to prevent himself from getting strangled, awkwardly wrapping the rest of it around her, even pulling the hood over her head tenderly and tucking in the cloak's corners so it wouldn't unravel like noodles on a fork. He held her helplessly in his arms as she lay swaddled like a prehistoric toddler.
I can't get Heiter to heal her now, Himmel thought. Not without leaving her alone and in pain.
The innkeeper's voice rang in his head.
Why did you wait 'til the third day?
Words. Distance. Food. Grimoires. Crates. His approach was all wrong.
As Frieren curled into a ball, he realized what he should've done since she first started crying.
All he had to do was stay by her side.
***
Attempt #3
The crate and flowers completely forgotten, Himmel slowly stood up and sat on the bed. He pushed himself backwards until he was resting against the wall, slipping the pillow behind him to cushion his back. He carefully maneuvered Frieren so she was sitting upright in his lap instead of lying across it, wrapping his arms securely around her back.
Frieren buried her face in his tunic, still crying.
Himmel's heart swelled at her trust in him. He started to rock her back and forth, like his mother used to do when he was little. She used to sing too, but he couldn't remember the melody. So he began to hum, tunelessly, trying to distract Frieren from the pain.
"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere," he murmured. "Once Heiter comes back, he'll heal you, so don't worry."
Head still hidden, she nodded, her ears flopping.
So cute, Himmel thought fondly.
Over the next hour, Frieren's crying miraculously became softer, until she was quietly sniffling into Himmel's chest.
He closed his eyes, falling into a warm, relaxed state as he rocked her back and forth. He made up the melody as he went along, trying to capture the comfort of a lullaby he'd long forgotten the words to.
After two hours, Frieren finally relaxed against him, her head still buried in his chest.
After three hours, Frieren's sniffles stopped.
After four hours, Frieren fell asleep.
And so did Himmel.
***
Heiter and Eisen trudged up to the second floor, carrying bags filled with steak, merkur pudding and several grimoires. Their coin bag was empty. By the time they reached Frieren's door, Heiter was huffing and puffing.
"We're late, aren't we?" Heiter wheezed.
"Yes, it's way past dinnertime," Eisen agreed.
They both turned to the door fearfully. As they listened, all they heard was silence. They looked at each other in disbelief.
"Either the room is empty…" Eisen started.
"... or Himmel really did it," Heiter finished.
Together, they opened the door.
Caught between the glow of the moon and the darkness of the room, Himmel sat on the bed with a pillow cushioning his back against the wall, his eyes closed and his breathing even.
And in his arms, wrapped in his cloak and leaning against him, was Frieren, sleeping peacefully.
The crate and roses lay strewn across the floor haphazardly.
Heiter and Eisen stared the sleeping pair, then at the crate and roses, unable to make sense of their abandoned state. They glanced at each other and shrugged, then lowered their bags on the floor, backed away, and closed the door.
They stood together for a moment, stunned.
"Himmel is really a hero, isn't he?" Heiter whispered in awe.
"He did the impossible," Eisen nodded in agreement.
***
The next morning, Himmel carried the still-sleeping Frieren to the room he'd rented with Heiter and Eisen.
"Her ankle's broken. Please heal it," Himmel whispered, trying not to wake her.
Heiter and Eisen stared in horror at the unnatural angle. They reacted as one.
"How?"
"She jumped off the wardrobe," Himmel sighed.
Heiter and Eisen looked up, exasperated.
Back then, the Hero Party was blissfully unaware of the fact that Frieren's tantrums would become a regular occurrence over their ten-year journey.