❝ —— worryaccomplishes nothing. ❞ ❝ we must be off — THERE IS MUCH TO BE DONE. ❞
SHE STARES at what she deems a monstrosity and remains where she is, perhaps she should be turning around and fleeing – though she is not, and instead, she remains still. ❛ At least nothing is better than something negative. ❜
he gives her a soft smile, and though it’s indistinguishable from the rest of the grins he’s lavished on her (don’t let her see those SHARP TEETH, though ), it’s different in that it’s at least half-genuine. but whether he’s hearing anna & hans or KING & HANSstrung together in his head when he smiles — highly subject to debate.
❝ don’t they ?? ❞
PAINTED SMILE remains half present upon falsely docile features, and she wonders in a strange kind of awe – does she truly need his partnership? He may be hearing anna & hans, or even king & hans, but in the deep crevices of her FROZEN HEART, she hears EMPRESS & ANNA, she hears cheering and adoration for HER only. But of course, none of this dares to flutter across her expression. ❛ Of course they do. Much better than Queen Elsa, anyway. ❜
She shrugged, glancing at the redhead in a ‘what are ya gonna do’ sort of way before sidestepping the large mass of black turtles. A perfectly normal day, really.
❝ So, uh, why are you in the Unknown? This doesn’t really seem like…you’re thing. ❞
THE REGALITY and corruption embodied into a human form stares at the stranger for a few moments before her gaze averts to the grotesque horde of turtles; an expression of disgust smears upon her features, though it vanishes quite quickly as she speaks to answer the inquiry. ❛ I have no idea where I am, actually – Last thing I remember I was ki– looking for my sister. ❜
The image of the young QUEEN choosing to not lay her eyes on his visage merely awakens a hunger inside him, clawing to get out. He must be recognized, to have her act of haughtiness brought down to where she should stand. She would’ve been nothing without his careful help. This she can’t deny, he was robbed from what he truly deserved. It should be him reclining on the throne, looking at his subjects with a regal gaze. Yet, it’s not him. it should be.
Every particle in his body is affronted at the insult. He almost doesn’t deign to pay his proper acknowledgements to the monarch ( why should he, if she doesn’t in return ), but he simply gives abow to her, with his royal grace. He maintains his powerful gaze with her, holding his head high as he speaks. His words come as alike to a smooth sea, without a hint of the inner turmoil that lay deep under the surface. This, he knows all too well how to act out. Anna, with the role she was so lucky to acquire, had merely learned from the BEST.
❝ I’m afraid not, Your Majesty. ❞
The words hold a bitter taste to them as they roll across his tongue, and it comes to him that he will not hold this lightly. He won’t let such a thing slip from his grasp, for how would Anna mange to keep her Kingdom without her subjects eventually desiring for a better monarch. She was still NEW to the business of ruling. He, would be glad to watch as she faltered and he would be the one to take up the title of KING.
❝ I have simply arrived to see how you’ve been fairing as Queen. ❞
REGAL FRAME wanes as she turns to finally grace him with her gaze, and her expression is one of nigh frustrating calmness and apathy. Such placidity cracks with the faintest of a seemingly genuine smile; such seemingly virtuous she is. Oh, how she resembles the glorious epitome of regality and royalty! A delicate sigh departs forth from the frozen queen, and fingers weave together, fidgeting as though some part of her felt guilty ( such a portrayal is one she aims for ).
❛ And why is that? ❜
SHE FALLS into a strange sort of silence as she glides towards him, the ends of her dress slide across the ice-like flooring; the smile upon her face grows, smearing like blood across her expression. The people praise her for her fairness, they PRAISE her for her virtues; what a beautiful painting she’s put forth, what a beautiful lie of a self portrait. She stops a few feet away from him, blue eyes dazzling in their monarchial reality; she almost pities him, him and his pathetic lust for power. The smile drops to be replaced by an elegantly feigned expression of remorse and regret, and she continues.
❛ Even I think you deserve much more than just gratitude. – – – – I think you’re one to … agree … with me, or have you changed since the last time you graced Arendelle ?? ❜
HIS CLAIM for his presence sends a gentle shake of hysterics that rack through her thin frame, and it is silent laughter – disguised as a shiver of the cold – that envelops her for a few moments. She looks at him with curiosity and disbelief, and a thin line is pressed onto her features.
cockiness is so attractive to me in a way and it’s so irritating. like it’s annoying. and it annoys me. but the kind of expression and body language that comes with it. the self-satisfied attitude. the smug comments. the eye rolling. the smirking. “come and get me” hand gestures during a fight. eyebrow raising with an air of superiority. it’s just like. fuck you. i’m annoyed right now. i am so annoyed right now. but oh my fuck i am also so very, very attracted right now
