[ Orpheus glances at the door, looking anxious and unsure. He hadn't shared what was in his photograph, but... He guesses there's no real point in hiding things. ]

Winter. I dreamed about winter coming, much too early, in a year when spring had already come too late. [ He doesn't look at Elsa as he says this, staring down at his hands. ] I'd been trying to - stop that, to put the seasons right again. But I didn't do it fast enough. And there wasn't time to gather enough supplies to last through the season, so...

[ He trails off, hands shaking around the mug he's holding. ]