Frey's eyes were like a wild man's. Crazed and bloodshot, twin orange orbs trained to the treetops, the youngest prince needed to find whatever was tormenting him. He imagined them to be small imps the color of the dark pines, with countless rows of sharp, needle-like teeth. Not dissimilar to monsters that appeared in the realms of his darkest, most profound and dangerous nightmares. And he wanted them all gone. Frey balled up his hands. He was losing it, and fast. Becoming increasingly more dangerous by the second, as his only echoing thought was to kill the creatures that lived in the trees. Such dark, ugly thoughts... 

And then there was his brother's voice, giving if only a small piece of clarity. The seventeen year old paused, the hatred in his eyes shattering. Licking his chapped lips, the prince nodded slowly. "Alright." He said dryly but with acid, obviously restraining himself. There was still the chattering that came high from the trees. Whatever the creatures were, Frey seemed to be mature enough to stop himself from terrorizing them. He looked at his three traveling companions, knowing that he was safe, at least for the time being. Shutting his eyes, Frey tried to get rid of the urge to beat Asbel until he agreed to smoke out the creatures. 

"But..." He began, but trailed off. No fighting... Nothing like that would help him. He needed to convince himself that. Shaking in an attempt to will himself away, Frey clenched his fists together so hard his nails dug into his flesh and drew blood. But the delusional and hallucinating prince was far from caring. "Get me the hell out. Now." He demanded, eyes still closed. There seemed to be a roar in the forest that shook the leaves and trees... But to the to the others, it was just a gentle breeze.