[Stiles, despite his great affinity for logic and all things alike, has somehow deemed it a brilliant idea to go outside. (In other words, he got utterly, completely crazy staying cooped up inside the castle, so he put aside his hate of cold and decided to actually go see things. And maybe, you know, talk to Elsa.)
So on his way back, he stumbles across... a track of blood, wow, that's pretty morbid, did someone get attacked by a snow monster? Is there now a dying person freezing in the snow and making the most horrible snow sculpture ever?
He has to know.
Which is why he's quickly catching up with Robin, and upon realizing who it is, he nearly trips over his own feet, because, wow, Porthos is going to be so happy and so angry at the same time, and actually, he sort of feels the same. Muted, but the same.]
Heyyyy, Robin! Robin, oh god, okay, uh, you- you're obviously back, and not okay, so- [............ what is he even saying. He hopes the face and hand gestures are helping.