Snow allowed the boy to lead her back to laying down on the bed, though her eyes never left her brother. She had thought the worst had happened to him. Had thought he had died somehow and that she would never see him again. And yet here he was, alive and well. She was glad he was well, but at the same time, she was hurt and that hurt look reached her face.

When he pulled a stool up beside the bed, she watched him with sad eyes, tears filling them, "It's been five years Hans. How can you possibly try to tell me you were going to come back for me? You left me there. Alone with no one to turn to. You promised you would come back and take me with you....that was all a lie wasn't it? You never did plan on coming back for me, did you?"

Max, seeing how uncomfortable this was getting for Hans, stepped up, "Hey. How about we let you two talk about these matters later and a minute to talk about what you were doing out in those woods during a winter storm like that." To be honest, he was guessing the answer wasn't going to be a good one. She was certainly a mess with signs of a struggle. Her clothes were dirty and stretched like someone had grabbed her by them and threw her to the ground. And her hair looked freshly cut and quite evenly. Like someone had taken a blade to it.

Snow wrapped the blankets tighter around herself, averting her gaze from them, "I....I found out something....something that I shouldn't have known....I ran away and my step mother sent someone after me....he attacked me...but then changed his mind I think. He kind of cut my hair and sent me off. But I got lost and with me recovering from a car wreck I was just in....I didn't last too long in the snow."

Wanting to get off the topic of the attempt of her murder and back on the topic of her brother she looked at him, "Why didn't you come back Hans?"