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Reversing the Flow - Frozen. AU. Elsanna. Everything started on that one fateful day....
Anna adjusted the crown on her head, but like always it slid down the slope of her forehead and she found herself heaving a pitiful sigh. "Mommmmmm." A plaintive whine escaped her lips. "Do I have to wear this?" She murmured, crystal blue eyes shining brightly as she begged her mom for help. Her whole outfit was a disaster. Her shoes nipped at her toes. Her dress was a pretty violet color, but the material was constricting and made it difficult to breathe. And her crown, although it shimmered with the crown jewels of Ardenelle, was too big for her petite head.
She was only 8 after all.
Her mother tried to restrain the baleful smile from upturning her lips, but Anna's kicked puppy look was too much, and a low chuckle escaped the queen. "Anna, dear, the royal procession is today. Gerda dressed you in your best clothes, and you look adorable, like the princess out of summer dream." The rich words were like waxing poetry. They soothed the disgruntled child a bit, and she sent the older woman a toothy grin.
"As long as you give me chocolate afterwards, I'll pretend like I'm okay with this." She bargained. She crossed her arms over her chest defiantly, as she said this. Making a grand spectacle of not getting into the carriage until her terms were met. Her mother, the proud Queen of their flourishing country, sent her a daughter a fond look of exasperation. Anna was many things. Willful. Stubborn. Insufferable at times. But to her credit, she was adorable, and oh-so-simple to please. Inclining her head graciously, she was going to acquiesce to the eight year old's request, but at the precise moment the royal vassals all aligned themselves in front of the palace gate.
Lining up together side by side, so the sky blue armor of the kingdom shimmered in the daylight, both mother and daughter smiled as Anna's father graced the scene, with impeccable timing. Dressed in the dashing velvet and maroon he was known to wear on special occasions, he crossed the distance between himself and his wife in no time at all. His strong, yet wiry arms wrapped around her, and Both mother and daughter smiled at his theatrics. "Are you ready to leave, My Queen?" His rich tenor silenced any of the surrounding activity in the courtyard.
His wife, consort, lover, and the Queen of Ardenelle sent him a tender look. "Of course...But you are going to have to finish haggling with your daughter. She refuses to get into the carriage without our solemn oath that we are going to give her chocolate after the procession."
Amusement danced in the monarch's deep hazel pools, as he turned to look at his pouting daughter.
"Is that so?...Well princess, I would hate to deny your sweet tooth what it so desires. I swear as the one who holds the title Protector of the realm, the first of his name, your father, and the one king of Ardenelle that I will feed you whatever cavity causing sweet you want after the procession." He crossed his hand solemnly over his heart.
Anna listened to all of this with a grave expression on her youthful features. Eyeing her father like one would a spitting snake.
Then a terrifying large grin brokered across her features. "Let's go we're gonna be late." She giggled, darting past her startled parents and climbing into the carriage. Anna's moods were as fleeting and ever changing as the wind. The King and Queen exchanged amused glances, before following their daughter into the carriage and getting comfortable on the leather interior.
It wouldn't do for the monarchs of the country to be late to their own procession.
Reversing the Flow - Frozen. AU. Elsanna. Everything started on that one fateful day....
Read more about this role play...Elsa grows up poor, and penniless, but well versed in books and of course her ice and snow magic.
While Anna grows up a princess, who learns how to be cold and manipulating to survive in the king's court.
The royal family was assassinated in a coup'de tat on the day of the royal procession. Anna was the only one left alive, along with her royal vassal Sora. The kingdom is given to her, but she must answer to the council, and the council is owned by Hans. Hans runs to the kingdom into the...
Anna adjusted the crown on her head, but like always it slid down the slope of her forehead and she found herself heaving a pitiful sigh. "Mommmmmm." A plaintive whine escaped her lips. "Do I have to wear this?" She murmured, crystal blue eyes shining brightly as she begged her mom for help. Her whole outfit was a disaster. Her shoes nipped at her toes. Her dress was a pretty violet color, but the material was constricting and made it difficult to breathe. And her crown, although it shimmered with the crown jewels of Ardenelle, was too big for her petite head.
She was only 8 after all.
Her mother tried to restrain the baleful smile from upturning her lips, but Anna's kicked puppy look was too much, and a low chuckle escaped the queen. "Anna, dear, the royal procession is today. Gerda dressed you in your best clothes, and you look adorable, like the princess out of summer dream." The rich words were like waxing poetry. They soothed the disgruntled child a bit, and she sent the older woman a toothy grin.
"As long as you give me chocolate afterwards, I'll pretend like I'm okay with this." She bargained. She crossed her arms over her chest defiantly, as she said this. Making a grand spectacle of not getting into the carriage until her terms were met. Her mother, the proud Queen of their flourishing country, sent her a daughter a fond look of exasperation. Anna was many things. Willful. Stubborn. Insufferable at times. But to her credit, she was adorable, and oh-so-simple to please. Inclining her head graciously, she was going to acquiesce to the eight year old's request, but at the precise moment the royal vassals all aligned themselves in front of the palace gate.
Lining up together side by side, so the sky blue armor of the kingdom shimmered in the daylight, both mother and daughter smiled as Anna's father graced the scene, with impeccable timing. Dressed in the dashing velvet and maroon he was known to wear on special occasions, he crossed the distance between himself and his wife in no time at all. His strong, yet wiry arms wrapped around her, and Both mother and daughter smiled at his theatrics. "Are you ready to leave, My Queen?" His rich tenor silenced any of the surrounding activity in the courtyard.
His wife, consort, lover, and the Queen of Ardenelle sent him a tender look. "Of course...But you are going to have to finish haggling with your daughter. She refuses to get into the carriage without our solemn oath that we are going to give her chocolate after the procession."
Amusement danced in the monarch's deep hazel pools, as he turned to look at his pouting daughter.
"Is that so?...Well princess, I would hate to deny your sweet tooth what it so desires. I swear as the one who holds the title Protector of the realm, the first of his name, your father, and the one king of Ardenelle that I will feed you whatever cavity causing sweet you want after the procession." He crossed his hand solemnly over his heart.
Anna listened to all of this with a grave expression on her youthful features. Eyeing her father like one would a spitting snake.
Then a terrifying large grin brokered across her features. "Let's go we're gonna be late." She giggled, darting past her startled parents and climbing into the carriage. Anna's moods were as fleeting and ever changing as the wind. The King and Queen exchanged amused glances, before following their daughter into the carriage and getting comfortable on the leather interior.
It wouldn't do for the monarchs of the country to be late to their own procession.