#❄ ❛ you are the answer i’ve waited for ❜ ⟶ ANSWERED.

[vinterhjerte]

@fatesdesign | cont.

SITTING BESIDE HER COUSIN, ELSA TUGGED a little on the cuff of her shirt sleeve. The gloves she once would have been adjusting were gone, but the habit had not, it would seem.

The fire was roaring in the grate, every grate supplied with fresh wood in the wake of the sudden winter. She had always enjoyed sitting before the fire, the sound and warmth comforting to her. It filled the silence of her room, even if she had never been alerted to its going out by a sudden chill as many others would have been.

"I still can't quite picture quite that much hair," she chuckled in response. It was true, no matter how many stories and descriptions she received of what Rapunzel's locks had been like, her mind just seemed to refuse to conjure the right amount. "And I'm not terribly good at judging the cold — as I'm sure you can imagine."

She paused for a moment, her head turning away as she considered the question that had just entered her mind.

"Feel free to tell me I'm out of line," she began, looking down at her hands. "But do you ever miss it? The familiarity of the tower, I mean."

[secretsantafrans]

Secret Santa - Frans edition!

It's this time of the year again (i mean. soon). It’s @venelona , hosting forth year of Frans themed Christmas gift exchange!

Set of rules:

1) I accept entries until 25th of November. After that within a day or two I’ll message you (via this blog or my main blog) if I got your application and wait for you to confirm your participation.

2) Gift exchange day - 25th of December (i made a poll for previous year but it landed on this day)

3) Sans and Frisk must be adults, otherwise their relationship can be portrayed only platonically

4) If you can’t do your gift in time please warn me (this blog or @venelona) about it beforehand

5) I’ll notify you on Tumblr if your application is registered

If you want to participate take this survey/application form here!  💕✨

Please notify me if you are having troubles with something

Forth year! More Frans! Let's go!! 🎄❄💖

If you are interesting in helping me out with pitch-hits (a request for a person in case their Secret Santa gift is never delivered), you can read more/apply under the cut! ⬇

The previous years in case someone’s Secret Santa never delivered a gift due to various reasons, I’ve been the one making it up for them. Last year I made an application for those people who’d like to help make a gift in case something unfortunate happens to someone else, and so I decided to do the same thing this year!

(fun fact, I didn't have to use this at all last year. Not because everyone got their gift, but because people that did not never answered my messages about free request)

Things you can expect if you apply:

1. I offer not just a Frans request, but request of any theme to those who haven’t gotten their present in time, so it may not even be Undertale-related.

2. I won’t rush anyone. If there will be any time-pressing requests I’ll do them myself.

3. If when the time comes you are no longer able to help even if you applied to help you won’t have any obligations to do so.

4. You’ll get maximum of one request. Depending on how many you helpful sweethearts out there you may not get any at all (which is a good thing!)

5. No kind of rewards for this one xD just a very sincere ‘Thank you’ and lots more of Christmas spirit of giving

If you want to help out, you can apply here.

Thankfully in the past there was barely a handful of debts to make up for, and people have been very nice and understanding. So even if you don’t apply please accept my sincere thanks 💕💖✨

[otomehoneyybearr]

Act 12

Episode 4: Strange Father and Child Part II

Working w/ Maybelle Lace

Note: As you read, you will see that some sentences highlighted in a different color, this is what they indicate.

Pink: Flashback

Blue: Characters are acting

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Aoshi: Excuse me.

Aoshi: Mr. Azumi, could you review my special leave application form?

Azumi: … Looks good. It must be tough being a member of a renowned theater company like the Hyakka Troupe.

Azumi: I’ll come watch a show someday, so keep up the good work with your rehearsals.

Aoshi: (It was accepted so easily… I guess that’s to be expected from the town of theater.)

Aoshi: Then I’ll be heading out now.

Homeroom Teacher: Ah, Shikagawa. It seems your older brother is waiting in front of the school gates.

Aoshi: Huh? My brother—

Homeroom Teacher: Come Look.

Aoshi: (No way...)

….

Kabuto: …

….

Aoshi: Wha— why is that guy…

Homeroom Teacher: He has an unusually captivating aura, so the students are causing a commotion.

Azumi: Come to think of it, Usui’s brother, also came to the school gates and created quite a ruckus too.

Homeroom Teacher: Oh yeah, I remember that ~

.....

Aoshi: Hey, what are you doing?! And seriously, please spare me from the whole “older brother” thing.

Kabuto: What a nice attitude you have there. I’ve got a cab waiting, so get in already.

Aoshi: Huh?

Kabuto: …

Aoshi: So, what do you want?

Kabuto: …

Aoshi: (You force me to come along with you, yet you don’t want to answer.)

Aoshi: Also, I’m not exactly free either, so where are we going?

Kabuto: To a regular quarterly event.

Aoshi: Is it like a shareholder meeting or something?

Kabuto: It’s a much more depressing event than that, but compared to when it happened every month, its not so bad now.

Aoshi: I’m not sure what that means, but please don’t just drag me along to this kind of stuff.

Kabuto: It’ll be fine. Today will be good opportunity for me.

Aoshi: … Haa.

Aoshi: (I have a bad feeling about this, but it’s pointless to say anything. And it’s not like this is the first time this star actor had taken me to who knows where.)

Amadate: …

Kabuto: …

Aoshi: (… Why is this happening?)

Amadate: … I see we have an unexpected guest today.

Aoshi: Sorry for the intrusion… what’s today’s meeting for?

Amadate: Once every three months, Kabuto and I have meetings like this to deepen our parent-child relationship and discuss the future of the Hyakka Troupe.

Aoshi: In that case, I don’t wish to intrude on such an important meeting, so I’ll take my lea—

Kabuto: Sit down and shut up, third-rate actor.

Aoshi: …

…..

Kabuto: Its hard to attract more people when all we do is classics. We should expand our repertoire.

Amadate: I don’t think the current system we have in place is sturdy enough to spread out so much.

Kabuto: I want to reform the system to in order to create a stable structure.

Amadate: How so?

Aoshi: (Amadate seems calm, but he’s exuding intense pressure. Its impressive how Kabuto can hold his own against him head-on.)

Kabuto: I want to reduce the employment of the production staff that aren’t worth the cost and establish a core team with people that I trust.

Amadate: …Its true that you, alone, are the core of this theater troupe, as the director and star actor.

Amadate: However, I am still the founder of this troupe and I preside over all personnel decisions.

Kabuto: I’m well aware of that. This is just me begging a request from my dear Papa.

Amadate: … If it’s a request my beloved son, then I suppose I can hear you out.

Amadate: First, make a list of the personnel you want and we’ll make a decision once we go over it.

Kabuto: …Tch... fine.

Aoshi: (This seems more like a probing of each other’s intentions rather than a bonding between parent and child…)

Amadate: Well, I have an early day tomorrow so I’ll excuse myself first.

Amadate: Dessert will be served soon, so you two can eat and then head home.

Aoshi: Ah, alright.

Amadate: However, this is the first time my son has brought someone along. He seems to like you a lot.

Kabuto: He’s just a third-rate actor. Just perfect for a supporting role.

Amadate: Aoshi, please support my son as a semi top actor.

Amadate: Right.

Aoshi: (I was thinking that they were a strange pair, but that last comment seemed fatherly.)

Amadate: Kabuto… Your scheme was clever but keep in moderation.

Kabuto: …Whatever.

            *Amadate leaves*

Aoshi: --What do you think you’re doing?

Kabuto: Hm? It’s a coup d'état.

Aoshi: A coup d'état? That’s…

Kabuto: And… A pure love for theater.

Aoshi: Huh?

Kabuto: Nothin’.

Kabuto: By the way, weren’t you were scouted by the old man?

Aoshi: Yeah. I was approached by Amadate at a local hospital, and since I wanted to leave my parents’ place, I came with him.

Kabuto: So, your indebted to him.

Aoshi: Well…

Kabuto: Whose side are you on, mine or the old man’s?

Aoshi: What?

Kabuto: If we’re ever in a conflict in the future, whose side would you be on?

Aoshi: Its hard to say for sure, until that time comes.

Aoshi: While it’s true that I’m able to do theater in Veludo Way because Amadate scouted me, I don’t have any personal attachments to him.

Aoshi: I’m not working hard for the sake of paying back a favor. When the time comes, I’ll choose the option that’s most beneficial to me.

Kabuto: Heh, alright then. I’ll have you carry out a part of my plan.

Aoshi: I respectfully decline.

Amadate’s Subordinate: Will you be going straight home?

Amadate: No, head to the office.

Amadate: Also… Keep an eye on kabuto for a bit.

Amadate’s Subordinate: Yes sir. Aside from that, there’s something else you may want to know…

Amadate’s Subordinate: Reni Kamikizaka is colluding with Syu Otomiya and the other members of the first generation’s Mankai Company to look into you, Sir.

Amadate: … Well, isn’t that too bad, Kamikizaka?

Amadate’s subordinate: What would you like to do?

Amadate: Just let them swim free a little while longer.

Amadate’s subordinate: But they have some pretty troublesome members over there…

Amadate: When the time comes, I’ll do whatever it takes to crush them, even if I have to be a bit forceful.

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[imreallyloveleee]

75+ 89 for the winter prompts! 💕❄

@heartunsettledsoul: #89 for the holiday prompts: “Are you still mad because I ate the last cookie?”

75: "If I fall, I'm dragging you down with me."

Betty makes it only halfway down the block before she hears the front door open and shut, then the shuffle of feet on the sidewalk behind her. Hunching her shoulders, she slows her pace to a stroll so he won’t have to jog to catch up. The last thing she needs to top off this miserable day is to accompany her fiancé to the ER after he wipes out on the icy cement.

Still, she’s surprised by how quickly he reaches her side; she forgets sometimes how long Jughead’s stride is. He falls into step beside her, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. She’d bet money that if he pulled them out, she’d find his fingers bare. He owns a pair of gloves – a nice pair, black leather lined with soft cashmere, that she’d gifted him several Christmases ago – but after a childhood of winters endured without, he forgets them more often than not.

“Thought maybe you could use some company.” His elbow touches her arm, gently. “It’s slippery out here.”

Betty glances up at him, sees the teasing curl to his mouth, and rolls her eyes. “If I fall, I’m dragging you down with me.”

“That’s the idea.” Jughead suppresses his smile. After a few beats, he nudges her again. “Are you still mad because I ate the last cookie?”

“I wasn’t – god, she’s so – ridiculous,” Betty fumes, her own hands bursting free from her pockets to gesture in the air before them. “Giving you so much shit when we all know full well she’s got eight more tins of them hoarded away in the pantry somewhere.”

He chuckles, tipping his chin down against his chest. He never remembers to wear a scarf, either.

“I’ve known your mom long enough to know I shouldn’t take it personally,” he reminds her.

“But she has no right to take it out on you. Especially not in front of the Blossoms. You’re my family, not some – punching bag she gets to use while they’re all one-upping each other.”

“Well, my main concern was whether Juniper and Woody would be upset. But they seemed pretty content with their gigantic candy canes.” Jughead leans over and stamps a kiss against the side of her head. “Nice job, Aunt Betty.”

The thought of her four-year-old niece and nephew gnawing at the sticky candy while their grandmothers looked on in horror is enough to finally bring a smile to her face. A breeze picks up, and Betty shivers, looping her arm through his, tucking herself against his side.

His voice drops, more serious now. “So…does this mean you don’t want to tell them tomorrow, after all?”

Betty doesn’t answer him at first. She pictures the little box nestled inside her suitcase in her childhood bedroom, carefully wrapped, addressed to both of her parents, and the printed photograph inside. It could be a bridge between them, a gesture of trust to narrow the gap that’s only widened with the passing years.

Or it could simply be more ammunition for Alice Cooper’s cold war with Penelope Blossom – a finger tipping the grandchild scale in her balance.

“It’s your call,” he adds, unnecessarily.

Her left hand drifts back to her pocket as she curls her right around the crook of his elbow. Through the lining of her coat, her fingers brush absently across the faint swell of her stomach, still easily hidden by the bulky, cable-knit sweaters she favors during this time of year. It’s early enough that – petty arguments aside – they could feasibly claim that they wanted to wait to share the news until things were more certain.

And she likes it the way it is now. She likes the gentle pressure of his hand on her waist when they’re riding the subway or waiting in line at the grocery store, the new weight behind it that only she can feel. The heat that rushes through her when she catches his eye across a room, knowing no one else can decipher their private conversation. She likes that it’s theirs.

She tilts her head to one side, then the other. “I’m still thinking about it.”

Jughead leans in again, this time pressing his cheek against her hair. It makes her whole body warm. “Take your time,” he says. “But, you know, a reasonable amount of time. I’m not sure I have what it takes to keep up a whole secret baby ruse with in-laws who are both trained investigative journalists.”

“My dad’s a trained copy editor,” she corrects him. But it’s a funny thought. Betty slips her hand down his sleeve and into his pocket, twining her fingers through his.

They’re bare – just as she expected.

[thenerdybaker523]

12 Days of Christmas: December 15

Title: Christmas Carnival

Theme: December 15 (Holiday Fair/ Carnival)

Fandom/ Character: AEW/ Kenny Omega

Warnings: Cuteness

Word Count (If applicable): 1137

💚 I don’t own any of the GIFs or Photos in this

💚 This is my first time writing, so please let me know what you think.

@12daysofchristmas @thunderkiss86

Summary: Mackenzie Massie hasn’t had luck in the love department as of late. Six months ago she found her fiance in bed with her best friend. When she confronted him, he kicked her out of the she paid for. Nick and Matt seeing how upset their sister was decided to invite Tyson to come and visit them. They were hoping Kenzie would start to feel better seeing him. They didn’t realize how well their plan would work.

❄ Tyson ~ Kenny ❄ 

Kenzie’s POV:

The past year of my love life has basically been hell. If it wasn’t for my brothers and their families, I don’t know what I would have done. Since being kicked out of my apartment I’ve been staying in Matt’s guest room. Today Matt told me that Tyson was coming to visit for a couple of days while he was waiting to see if he had to have surgery. Matt and Nick asked me to keep him entertained for the night because all five kids had mysteriously gotten sick. So I decided to take him down to the Christmas carnival they were having downtown. Tyson was gonna be here at 5 o’clock, I only had about 10 minutes to finish getting dressed and putting the finishing touches to my hair. I grabbed the boots I wanted and slid them on. Going over to my jewelry box, I grabbed the arrow necklace that Nick got me for my birthday and the diamond earrings Matt got me. After getting my jewelry on, I headed to the front room where Tyson was waiting for me with Matt.

“Hey Kenzie, ready to go?” Tyson asked.

“I just have to grab my jacket then I will be.” I answered and walked over to the hall closet to grab my leather jacket. 

Tyson met me by the front door, and like the big sweetheart he is, he took my jacket and helped me into it. Once I was all ready, we yelled out a bye to Matt, Dana, Nick, Ellen, and the kids then headed out to the car Tyson had rented for his stay. He opened the door for me letting me get in before going over to his side and getting in. When we pulled out of the driveway, I started giving Tyson directions on where to go. The whole way there we talked about anything and everything that came to mind. 

“So Matt and Nick told me what happened with your ex. How are you doing?”

“I’m doing better than I was a few months ago. I just wish Matt and Nick wouldn’t worry so much.”

“They’re gonna worry. That’s their job being your older brothers.” He said before changing the subject to something happier. After another couple of minutes we pulled into the parking lot for where the carnival was taking place. Parking, Tyson got out of the car and walked to my side, opening the door for me. Holding out his hand, he helped me out of the car. Though instead of letting go of my hand, he kept hold of it.

We walked around looking at all the random booths picking up and buying things here and there. I found several things for my nieces and nephews that I bought. Tyson had also found a couple of things for family and friends. The whole time we were walking around, he hadn’t let go of my hand. When we finally found where they had the food trucks, we walked around seeing what looked good to us. Finding what we each wanted, we split up to get the food we wanted before meeting back up at a picnic table. We ended up sharing our food with each other. While eating Tyson was telling me about how he was doing concerning his injuries and what was most likely going to happen.

After we got done eating, we walked around again looking at more of the booths, picking up more Christmas presents for people. At one of the booths I found a necklace I really liked, but since I was only looking at presents for others, I put it back and went to another booth. When we had our fill of shopping we decided to head to see what rides that they had. The only ride we are able to go on is the ferris wheel, so we got in line for it. When we got on the ride and it started moving, I noticed Tyson pulling something out of his pocket. He ended up handing me the small box.

“This is for you as a thank you for tonight.” When I opened the box, it was the necklace I was looking at . I looked at Tyson in shock.

“Tyson, you didn’t have to buy this for me.”

“It was no issue. I saw you looking at it and then put it back.”

“Thank you so much. And thank you for tonight. You have no idea how much this has helped me.”

As we got to the top of the ride and stopped, I turned my head toward Tyson and saw he was already looking at me. I put my hand on his cheek and kissed him. When I pulled back Tyson looked at me in shock before pulling me back in and kissing me again.

Matt and Nick had failed epically at keeping their plan with Tyson a secret. I had it all figured out when all five kids somehow got sick all at the same time. What they didn’t know was I had had a crush on Tyson since they first brought him home with them from Japan.

When Tyson pulled back this time he looked extremely happy. “Well this definitely turned out different than I was expecting.”

“You mean the plan Matt and Nick had?”

“How’d you find out their plan?”

“When they told me all five kids were sick at the same time. Not a very smart plan.”

“No it wasn’t.”

We got off the ride when it was done and decided we were finished at the carnival. When we got the car, I leaned against the passenger side of the car and pulled Tyson back towards me, kissing him again. Tyson pulled back again and I smiled up at him.

“Thank you for tonight Tyson. I really needed this.”

“It was no problem. I loved hanging out with you.”

“I would love to do this again.”

“You would?” Tyson asked hopefully.

“Yes. I’ve liked you for the longest time. I thought me kissing you was a hint.”

“I’ve actually liked you for a while too. I’m glad Matt and Nick had me come down.”

“I am too.” I told Tyson before pulling him back down and kissing him. Matt and Nick did one thing right with their plan. I was feeling better.

[wooobuddyletsgetnasty]

holiday celebration 🎄❄

2. there’s mistletoe right above us, and oh my god I think I’ve loved you for years and I’m NOT about to pass this chance up.— shino

teacher! shino be hitting different. u can teach me whatever you want, sir 

The relationship you had with Shino was complicated, complicated, as in you hated just being his friend. You weren’t sure when your feelings had shifted, as you had always been fond of him, but now, you found yourself aching because of him. Now, you found yourself hanging off every word he said, even if they were few. You saw him in a new light, something that lit your body up, you craved him. His affection, his kiss, his touch. The ache was something new, something that grew stronger the closer the holidays came.

Now, as you stood shoulder to shoulder with him at the party created for the students before they took a small break to spend time with their families, you wanted to reach out and take his hand in yours, like when you were children, but something was holding you back. The bitter fear of rejection. If he rejected your affection, you were sure that you couldn’t take it, so instead of that, you continued to watch the children play and sing along to the tacky music. 

___

The party was long over, and you had offered to stay and help Shino clean up the mess the children had made of the place. You were sure that it was a bad idea, but you had offered before you could even really think about it. Sure, he might of been quiet, but that didn’t stop you from having fun. Shino was sure that you knew how fond of you he was, but that didn’t stop the hesitancy in his hands when you attempted to swoop him into an awful dance as you swept the floor. 

A ghost of a smile passed across his mouth as he watched the uncoordinated way you attempted to knock down streamers with the very broom you had just tried to sweep him away with. It took longer to clean than you thought it would, but considering your shenanigans, it wasn’t surprising.

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Shino had offered to walk you home, and you had accepted. It was dark by now, and you would like to spend as much time with him as possible. You had both decided to split up to collect your things before meeting at the front door. There was a nervousness pooling into your stomach, and you weren’t quite sure why. With each step you took to get closer to the main doors, the anxiousness in your veins grew. 

He was there, hovering by the doorway, and it lifted slightly at the site of him. You continued your walk, trying to quiet your footsteps in an attempt to sneak up on him. The moment you started to close in on him, he spoke, “Did you get what you needed?” You cursed, mouth pulling into a frown, “I still don’t know how you do that!” The deep bravado of his laugh rattled you down to your bones, and a wave of fondness erupted through your body, and you looked away from him, opting to instead look out at the street. 

Shino cleared his throat hesitantly, and you looked back up at him. His head tilted up slightly, your gaze following up to the frame of the door, confusion settling in the back of your mind. Was that a plant? You stared dumbly at the hanging plant.. red berries.. green leaves... a red bow.. oh no. Your mouth was dry all of a sudden, and your eyes flickered back to Shino’s face, and in the very moment, you realized how hard to read he was. 

You stuttered out a, “Mistletoe?” A shallow nod was all you received in answer. You licked your dry lips, mouth parting again, “It’s.. it’s bad luck..” Shino finished the sentence, “To not kiss..” You nodded along to his words, and sucking in a deep breath, your hands caught the sides of his face, tugging his mouth down to yours in a soft kiss. 

You were pulling away when his hand caught the back of your head, pulling you back into him. The cold was biting at your cheeks, but as cliché as it sounds, you didn’t really mind. That moment was what you had waited on for years, and you weren’t complaining at all. 

One thing was certain, once you figured out who hung the mistletoe, you were shaking their fucking hand, and that was that. 

[vinterhjerte]

@fatesdesign : ❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜

HER STEPS HALTED AT THE WORDS, AND Elsa looked around in confusion for a moment before finding their source. Her arms were laden with books from Corona's library, all on a variety of topics, but a small notebook on top kept a list of what she had selected and why.

Glancing around there was nowhere to drop her prizes and so with a casual shrug of her shoulders, she leant forward, shifting the books slightly so they wouldn't drop to the floor, and took a bite out of what was being offered out to her. Immediately her brows raised higher and a grin spread across her face.

"That's amazing," she said, after savouring the mouthful and carefully licking her lips. "What is it?"

[vinterhjerte]

@evermxre : ❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

HER HEAD LEANT ONTO THE HAND upon her neck, her own palm yearning to rest upon it. And yet she knew the chill her skin would hold with the storm so close to the surface, and so she left her own arms by her sides, fingers tense with trying not to curl into a fist. Her eyes closed, she could pretend to ignore the kind look upon his face as he spoke those words. His kindness was misplaced — dangerous.

"You should be," she murmured, eyes now open but downcast. "I could kill with one wrong move... I already almost have. I shouldn't have come —"

The need to flee was strong, a instinct born from a childhood spent hidden behind doors. Isolation was the only way to be safe, the only way to keep the storm from hurting anyone else. Even as she had tried to move past such ideas, her body still defaulted to that age old defence. Every muscle felt tense, as if holding herself still would hide her from the magic that dwelled within.

[vinterhjerte]

@sunlightswallowed : "I have a gift for you, Elsling," Arianna offers it to her with a smile: A shawl. Not a thick, woolen one, like the one Elsa had inherited from her mother; but lighter and in a thinner yarn, in white and silver and blue, with a complicated, lace-like pattern. "I made it with my own hands. I know you aren't troubled by cold like the rest of us, but you must forgive an old woman her worries for her niece."

Her immediate reaction was to take the delicate thing with careful hands, one underneath to hold the – admittedly small – weight of it, and the other the brush over the stitches, intricate and undoubtedly time-consuming. For a few seconds, she just ran her hand over the soft stitches, eyes wide but stinging slightly as she sucked her lips in between her teeth, her chin shaking slightly.

With careful movements, as it were made of glass and not yarn, Elsa placed the shawl aside, before throwing her arms around Arianna's shoulders. They had embraced since the thaw, of course they had, but this was more like when she had been a little girl, exuberant in her affection. Squeezing, she let her cheek rest on a shoulder. There was a sense of safety in holding her aunt, a comfort in the familiarity.

"Thank you," she murmured, voice a little watery from unshed tears but the smile bright on her face. "I love it. It's beautiful."

[vinterhjerte]

@herresponsibiliity : '' i can’t stop crying. ''

HER HANDS HOVERED FOR A MOMENT, before she finally let her palm rest on Attina's shoulder. Even with her emotions no longer bottled up the way they once were, Elsa still struggled with dealing with or responding to her own deep feelings, never mind someone else's. Anna, she could at least have a good guess as to what would help, but other than that? It felt like a bit of a minefield.

"Can I do anything to help?" she asked softly, her brows tight and teeth starting to bite slightly into her lower lip. She wasn't entirely sure whether to give the other woman space, or sit beside her, so she remained stood where she was.

[vinterhjerte]

@arendaelle : “  you’re not fine.  you’re clearly not fine.  and you don’t have to keep saying that you are!  ” 

"I HAVE TO BE!"

HER HANDS clapped over her mouth. The words had been angry and bitter and cold, in a way that she had been working to push down within herself. Not so much in the suppressive way she used to, but to try and keep it from being her first reaction. But her nerves had been short recently, and she knew very well why, and it wasn't fair to take it out on Anna, and—

With a groan, Elsa collapsed into the chair behind her, her hands now rubbing her face, as if she could magic away the tiredness she felt in her bones as easily as she now did her ice. She had been so busy lately, with a festival and an ambassador's visit to plan, as well as the normal meetings with the townspeople, council and overseeing the running of the castle. There had also been the annual inspection of the ships and approving the gardner's budget for the next quarter. Normally she could juggle everything, but when something went wrong it felt like it was all coming crashing down.

"I'm sorry," she said, noting the exhaustion in her own voice and hoping the sincerity she felt translated in her tone. "I shouldn't snap. I'm sorry as well that I've worried you. I really am fine, truly."

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@poaetise : "nope, puppy dog eyes aren't going to work this time!" / from anna!

IT WAS AN EXPRESSION SHE HADN'T tried using in a very long time. It had only very rarely worked on their mother, but their father had been a softer heart. But the reasoning she hadn't widened her eyes, tilted her brows upwards and let her lower lip protrude ever so slightly — it wasn't because it stopped working. It was because she had stopped asking for things that would require the convincing of their parents. She had been so earnest to show them how good she could be, besides her tenuous grip on her powers, that she had simply become the easy child.

That didn't mean she hadn't hoped her sister would fall for it.

Folding her arms over her chest, Elsa slumped back against the pillows piled on her bed. If anyone pointed it out to her, she would insister she was not pouting, thank you very much, but a glance in the mirror would have revealled the truth.

"The doctor didn't actually order bed rest," she argued, glaring at her little sister. Perhaps that was due to the fact she had so swiftly fled his office once her injuries from the fight with an agnry water spirit had been seen to, but that was neither here nor there. "I'm fine, Anna, really. You don't need to treat me like a child."

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elsa, looking at the black on anna's coronation dress : QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I'M DEAD-

ANON THE WAY I SNORTED

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@heldwoven : " i haven't laughed like this in a long time. " / from rapunzel!

HER OWN GIGGLES WERE STILL SPILLING from her lips, despite Elsa's best efforts to control them. With her back against the wood of the door, she covered her mouth with her hands, trying to gesture for Rapunzel to be quiet, lest they be found. It brought back memories of being much smaller, with another little girl, trying in vain to hide from whatever nanny or governess was trying to find them after causing some mischief or another.

"I thought that might make you smile," she said once her own laughter was under control. Childish, perhaps, to use her magic against a hapless ( but sometimes rather rude, making her feel less guilty than she really should ) ambassador, but Rapunzel had looked like she needed cheering up.

"Come on, I know where we won't be bothered," she continued, taking the princess' hand, pulling her towards another doorway on the other side of the room.

Trying to sound as casual as she could, she asked, "How have you been?"

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@riidcr​   :   Honestly, your highness, where’s your sense of adventure?

“Questions like that are far more endearing when coming from my sister,” she replied, her eyes remaining on the large cave mouth before them. Hands twisted into the icy strands of the Nokk’s mane as the spirit shook its head, as if asking her if they were serious about possibly going inside. How she had let herself be convinced to ride out here, Elsa would never know.

Reaching out a hand, she sent out a blast of magic, the lights inherent to her powers briefly illuminating the darkness. It told her nothing, other than they’d need to leave the horses outside. Bruni, perched on her shoulder, gave a chirp and she could practically feel the spirit’s yearning to scamper into the cave. At least having an embodiment of fire along for the trip meant they wouldn’t be trapped in the dark.

“Remind me again what is so special about the rocks at the bottom of this cave?” she asked, finally switching her attention to Eugene.

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@unelectedofficial​   :   “  why are you acting like this?  ”

SHE STILLED, HER RIGHT HAND’S GRIP on the left intensifying. The pain that blossomed from that tight hold gave her a point to focus on rather than anything else. Lips thinned for a moment before relaxing back into the mask she had long ago perfected. Elsa was not used to people questioning her behaviour - was not used to people who had known her before the accident as the happy child she had once been coming back into her life.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” she said, finally letting go of her hands and smoothing out her skirt before sitting across from Nessarose. Normally she would reach out for the tea cup that had been left for her, but she feared the drink would just ice over if she tried. Why Father had decided this would be a good idea she would never know. Why Mother hadn’t helped her plead her case with him had put an awkwardness over their relationship that had not been there before.

“Have you been well?” she asked, determined to at least try to play her part.