Thorsten felt as though the Weather tent was still recovering from the trauma of the attack. He'd made a point of keeping his history slightly hazy from the rest of the circus. He was just a kind hearted man with a love of alcohol and a good joke. Sure, some knew there was darkness in him. But he'd never really showed himself in his true form until that night. He'd made a point of keeping things light hearted. In his attraction more than anywhere else.
It had always been a place of laughter and joy, excited children and adults with eyes sparkling in wonder. Trust the nature God to feel out the one room that still felt tinged with fear. He'd been in there for hours. Letting the soft turrets of snow settle on the ground, the cold seeping into the soil and washing away all that negativity. It wasn't well known, his affinity with the earth itself. But he'd felt the need to protect the ground they stood on just as much as the people who tread on it.
He'd finally finished when movement caught his eye. The slight shifting of the tent beside him as the wind rippled through the room beside him. Then a breeze as chilly as the room he occupied. He couldn't help but smile. Maybe Ana finally decided to stop avoiding him? He stood and walked to the opening, a lazy smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. "Couldn't stay away, huh?" He asked, before he realized it most definitely was not Ana. The blonde hair was a pretty big hint.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize we were open tonight," he corrected himself, standing a little straighter. And at six foot four, it was always a little imposing. Even with his rounded shoulders. "Welcome to the weather tent," a beaming smile that only faltered when he moved a little more into the expansive room and actually seen the woman's features. It had been a hundred years, but he had a very long memory. The smile melted quicker than the snow at his feet, and suddenly even that was gone, replaced by the loud crack of thunder as the room whirled into a storm. An old Norse cuss word fell from the man's lips and he had to take a breath to calm himself.
"Aria...What are you doing here?" The curt question was laced with bitterness. It wasn't like him to be rude. But, really, she'd started it. A hundred years without a word? Yeah, he was pretty sure that was a good reason to be angry. Especially considering she'd turned up now. When he was finally starting to see a light in the fog that was his life.