@vetrhridar sent: ❛ don’t talk anymore, okay? it’s only going to upset me. ❜
FOR A SECOND, IDUNA SAID NOTHING, shocked that her daughter — her Elsa, normally polite to a fault — had just spoken to her in such a manner. She had half a mind to give the girl a scolding she would not soon forget. But she smothered that impulse. The stress Elsa was under was immense, obvious. Perhaps it was too forgiving to offer her the benefit of the doubt, but she would, just this one.
“I am going to pretend you did not just speak to me so rudely,” she said, folding another handkerchief and placing it in the drawer. The maids could have done it, but Iduna had never really adjusted to having someone else do something she could so easily do herself. “And you can thank your lucky stars it was me you just said such a thing to, and not your father.”
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@vetrhridar said: "Have you heard from him?" Her voice isn't as steady as she'd like. It wavers at the end, a sharp shake of emotion that has her lips tugging into a grimace. Her hands clasp just a bit tighter at her middle, standing posed and stiff — every inch of her the Queen she was raised to be. Ice blue eyes stay fixed on the window, not daring to look at Riku, fearful that she'll break if she does. "Sora, I mean."
riku tries to suppress the flinch that creeps up on him , but it’s hard to watch elsa struggle to do the same. she was a friend of sora’s there were few people who weren’t , but that only amplified the pain , it seemed. it was never easy , to ask anyone if they’d heard from sora or seen him , only to be met with the same answers , the same questions.
what do you mean he’s gone ??
it doesn’t do anything to ease riku’s own pain , but he buries it , locks it away just as he has everything else. his grief is not needed to survive , so he will kill it if he must. he will kill it just as he has other things , less savory things to imagine. this , however , unlike his other things , will die quietly , without struggle.
his love did not go so easily.
when he can finally bring himself to answer , it’s cold , distant , but sad nonetheless. just because he cannot let himself feel it doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel it. for everyone who is hurt by sora’s disappearance , for all the friends that grieve for him , riku wants to scream as loud as he can
he was my friend first.
‘ no, your majesty. that’s....why i’m here. ’
he’s practiced this , done this so many times that it comes without thinking , but he still feels sick . he nearly mimics her posture , shaking hands trapped beneath his crossed arms as he keeps speaking , keeps filling her in on the unfortunate truth.
‘ ....i came to see if you or anna had heard from him, if he....if he might’ve passed through here. the truth is... ’
another pause , another shaking breath , & riku sighs , unable to even look at her , another person hurt by sora’s absence , another person who shares his pain.
‘ .....he’s gone. we....we haven’t heard from him in months. ’
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⭑*•̩̩͙⊱ its like getting to know a stranger she’s known all her life. the little details of things like learning what her sister likes to eat, what would she do in a day, what she thinks about from time to time-- the utter thrill of understanding the enigma that once sat locked away... and learning about the human behind the shadow of her childhood-- anna adored elsa.
“elsa, wait up!!” stockings glossed across smooth wood floors as the princess made a run to catch up to, “let’s do something!! i mean, if you’re not too busy... queening.”
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FROZEN in place , the wintress stares with crystalline hues full of confusion . painted tiers part , shoulders rising and falling with a heavy breath . hands , both at her sides , clench and unclench . was she seeing an illusion ? was it something new brought on by ahtohallan ?
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winter returns once more. by the shiver of the waters and the death of the leaves, winter returns through gentle touch and glittering resolve. a silent boon that many are right to fear, perhaps even despise. winter is cold. bitter. catching. it pushes sparkling white ghostflowers up through the ashes of their withered brothers and sisters, settling high upon mountains and still lakes. against such a landscape she is no different, but a silver mirage accompanied by the gentle crush of night.
pointed ears tip upwards, flickering so, acknowledging the presence of another through the mother tongue of body language. her mane unfurls throughout all the land. velveteen. dreamlike. paws that knead the earth create a small flurry of lilac sparkles, tossed up together between bunches of patchouli and other nameless winter flowers. ❝ the nights grow longer … and so does your raiment. ❞
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he hears sobbing , someone crying nearby , like a broken thing that can’t be fixed. he’s cold , freezing from the inside out. it hurts , & yet it feels numbing at the same time. he can hear her , hear anna & kristoff & olaf too , but it all sounds so far away. is he dead , alive , somewhere in between ?? sora isn’t sure anymore. but elsa’s safe. that’s all that mattered to him.
if he was dead , at least his life served that much purpose.
an act of true love will thaw a frozen heart.
a tingling sensation , warm & bright , spreads out from his chest , from his heart , like it really is thawing from the inside out. his hand falls from its frozen position , & elsa is a cold weight against him. a breath fills his lungs easily , he gasps in the cold air around him , curling his fingers , flexing his toes , turning his hands.
he’s alive .
elsa seems to realize it to , her hands settling against his shoulders , & sora blinks suddenly ( he’s alive , it really worked , he’s here )
‘ you sacrificed yourself for me ??’
cold hands find his own & sora smiles , the answer comes so easily from him , without a second thought.
of course. that’s what you do when you love someone.
he looks to anna , who smiles at him , & then at her sister. if riku were here , he would laugh , sora thinks , maybe call him an idiot. it makes him smile a little , but he’s always had more love than he knows what to do with , he thinks.
love will thaw. of course.
the cold weight of her hands disappears , & soon , so does the ice , the snow , the clouds. for the first time since he arrived , sora feels the sun on his skin & a gentle breeze in his hair & he knows for certain that he’s done the right thing when he watches elsa open her arms , hesitant & waiting , & anna walk into them eagerly.
love.
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❝ don’t mind me and my crew . just docking to rather supplies and rest our bones from the harsh sea . ❞ axe swung as she threw leg over a crate , filled with pelts they were hoping to sell or trade . the warrior had begun setting up a game her and her people quite enjoyed , especially during the long voyages . ❝ we’ll be outta your pretty hair in no time . ❞
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“ the cold around you... it makes me feel a certain kind of kinship with you, mortal girl... so, child. what do they call you? “
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@vetrhridar : ❝ there is a response to such an insult. but it would not be appropriate here. ❞
THE WORDS HAD A CHILL RUNNING up the queen’s spine. Quickly making her excuses to the guests she had been speaking with, she sought out her younger sister in the crowd, making a graceful beeline to her side before anyone came to blows in the middle of her ballroom. She gave the guests she passed only welcoming nods if they attempted to intercept her from her target.
From the look of the tableau when she arrived, some insult had passed between the pair, whether real or imagined. It didn’t really matter either way. Slipping her arm through Elsa’s, Runa plastered a calm smile on her face, standing to her full height at her sister’s side. No matter who the fault may lie with, it was always obvious whom Runa would stand with if forced to pick sides.
“My apologies, sir, but I must insist on monopolising Her Highness for the moment,” she said brightly, not giving the gentleman in question the chance to respond before she had turned and began to half lead, half drag Elsa away.
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runes carved into smooth ivory, metal hooked around bone ; ‘twas a gift crafted by skilled hands as tools refined rough edges, the language of the void came to him in whispers with every word poured into this craft. a spell of protection, to ward off angry spirits which wandered beyond the void. rarely, if ever, did the outsider put effort into ornaments crafted by his own hands. you had to mean something to him — 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳. still, his demeanor was uncertain, stoicism wavering as he rapidly realized this interaction would not benefit from his awkwardness.
instead, he’d pulled himself from nothing, a trail of ash and shadow following each and every step as he approached the queen —— almost silently adrift amidst this darkness, a formless being made whole. the outsider waited. paused. sought a moment wherein elsa could see him clear as day, and understood he was no threat to her.
❛ i have brought a gift with me. ❜ for once, he didn’t make himself bigger than he was : a first step towards trust.
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@vetrhridar. / ft. aqua.
she looks at elsa , the stark white of her reminding her of places aqua wished she could forget , things she could undo. it reminds her of light , the very thing that had hurt the people she loves. but the cold shock of elsa’s hand brushing against her own brings her back , & she offers a smile in return , her calloused fingers wrapping loosely around elsa’s own , the cold grounding her , centering her.
‘ ...you’re beautiful, you know ?? ’
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❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 that hasn’t happened yet. because i want to see what you will do. i want to be part of the unfolding of the tale. ❞
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SHE’S EXHAUSTED, obviously -- They don’t call it labor because it’s an easy thing to do, but the midwives had proclaimed that she and the babe are both healthy. And that alone is something to be thankful for. Kristoff had come to meet the child, obviously, as was his right as the legal father. But it had been Elsa who had been at her side throughout the birth, and Elsa who sat on the edge of Anna’s bed as she snuggled into her freshly-changed covers, her newborn already asleep atop a pillow next to her.
❝ At first I thought if it was a girl, I’d call her after Mother, ❞ she murmurs, a finger gently tracing the curve of a delicate little cheek. ❝ But I decided that, at least right now, it didn’t feel right to have another Iduna in the castle. It felt like ... like it would be replacing her. ❞ A shaky little giggle escapes her at that, it sounds so silly to say aloud. ❝ I’ve decided I want to name her ELISABETH. ❞
❝ I mean ... if you’d be alright with her being named in your honor. It’s not the same as your name, obviously, but it’s close. From the same root, you know, I looked it up. And we could call her Lisette for short. ❞
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he could see her plan and clear , the snowman couldn’t understand why anna was not talking to her. legs stretched out as he sat in elsa’s room. it was pretty , that was how he saw it. olaf had never been here before , even when the girls were children. “elsa.”he spoke , a pause for a moment as he watched her. “are you mad with anna. have you TWO had a fight? she says you’re dead but obviously you’re not. is that something SISTERS say when they have fights?” // @vetrhridar what we spoke about.
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& * @vetrhridar › ✞ for one muse to give the other flowers. , 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 .
he’d heard reports about the queen or arendelle. closed of and reserved, yet ridiculously beautiful. how could a man resist trying? morning of the ceremony and he’s arranged a meeting. having bumped into the other sibling previously that day, he knew a lifetime with anna would be exhausting at best, so all hope rested with the queen. dressed in his best, bouquet in hand and gentle smile mastered from memory painted across blushed features. “ your majesty. ” flowers are offered to her with a gentle smile, a small nod of his head. “ i’m aware you most probably don’t need company right now, given the event this evening. but i just wanted to speak to you, before you’re flooded with guests. ”
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dear ( queen elsa ) elsa ( take that donald !! ),
uh....hi !! i don’t write a lot of letters, ‘cause....pretty much every friend i’ve ever had has always been with me. but i wanted to try !! so....we’ve been pretty busy since we were in arendelle, y’know, seeing new places, helping people, beating up heartless, the usual. donald was teaching me a new kind of magic the other day, but it wasn’t nearly as cool as your ice magic !! i wish you could teach me how to do all those cool tricks !! like the ice palace, that was so cool !! uh, pun not intended. and it was really pretty too !! i’m not that good at magic, though, i have a hard time actually...focusing when donald talks.
he’s not a great teacher.
but how are things with you and anna ?? she seemed really happy to have you back. it kinda reminded me of how i felt when i found riku again. that reminds me, i really think he’d like arendelle !! maybe i can bring him by for a visit sometime, when he’s not off saving the world from darkness and stuff. he’s really cool, you’d really like him, promise !!
oh, donald said we gotta go !! i don’t know if you’ll actually get this letter, but if you do, say hi to kristoff and sven for me !!
love,
sora <3
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