Kristoff walked through the streets, a large black coat hiding his wings. He rooted through his pockets for some cash, and bought coffee to wake himself up. More alert, he looked around. Usually he just flew above people's heads, rarley touching the ground. For the first time he saw them really as people, and not just victims or targets. He began to understand where his guilt had been coming from.
He shivered and moved on quickly, turning into an alley he took off his coat and rose into the air. He abandoned the coat ona rooftop, where it wasnt likely to be stolen, and stretched his wings, loving the sensation of flying through the air.