Arendelle was once a joyful place, full of love and always open. But that was decades ago. Once again, the Kingdom is closed off, no longer full of love. The Royal family consists of two now... A King and a young Princess. The King is not the friendliest,...
Story wasn’t making any sense. Teacup, as in the boy from Greenville who hated his guts for no reason at all, that boy was her long-lost-thought-dead younger brother? There was no way. But then… that made sense. The age, gender, even the looks; it fit. But really? Story wasn’t making any sense.
Happy? Sure.
The big picture? Not at all.
Shouldn’t her focus be on ending the storm?
Shouldn’t she be running a kingdom properly now that she was indeed Queen?
To the cousin of said Queen and soon to be King of his own kingdom? No sense at all.
It’s what he had to be now.
People could die. The kingdom of Arendelle would be doomed without some push.
Sucking in a breathe as his cousin continued to ramble on, he swallowed his thoughts. He had to speak to her, one Monarch to another. Time to act like the rulers they were meant to be.
“Story, this needs to end.”
He can see her visibly tense as she goes quiet, and it makes him hesitate. He couldn’t… no he had to.
“Story, can’t you see this is all wrong? Your people are in great danger!”
You’re in great danger…
“You have to be their Queen now. I…” Ever hesitates again, forcing himself to say,
It was near instant, the drop of frigid temperatures. Her hands clench at her side. How dare he...
Story turns to face her cousin, no. That was not her cousin; HER cousin would NEVER say something like that. Ever knew what those gloves meant.
A cage. Loss of freedom. Fear.
Her scowl was fierce, and her deadly glare even more so.
“You don’t care about me, do you Ever? You don’t care about my feelings.”
It was slow, seeping pain and anger from her heart. How could he?
“You’re just like him. You don’t love me at all!”
She hears a quiet protest; ‘No Story, listen, this isn’t--’ But she’d had enough. She was tired of being unloved.
“You’re scared of me.”
They wanted her to be a witch? That what she was going to be then.
A Witch.
Ever sees it coming, giving him time for his learned defensive skills to kick in as he dodges an ice blast that comes for him, the crack of it echoing on the wall. And upon his instinct, he pulls a sword from a suit of armor just to his left, holding it in front of him in defense. He’d never attack, but he was meant to protect.
Yet, it wasn’t the best move.
Story’s anger boils over. He was jUST LIKE HIM. ENOUGH.
“Get. Him.” Her voice was void of all emotion, like something had died inside of her.
“There was a witch. She attacked. I– The King put himself before me and–” A soft sniffle echoes in the room. “She fled. The witch fled!”
Silence.
“Apologies, my Lady, I did not mean to upset you. We will catch this woman, do not worry, we will have a search party sent out. B-but…”
Silence once more. Story looks up at the man, she notes as her Father’s closest advisor.
“I know you are consumed with grief. But the people need a leader now. A grave storm sweeps over Arendelle. The people worry and are full of fear. They need you to be their Queen.”
She inhales deeply. “Of course.”
“I will alert the counsel, and leave you for now. I do greatly offer my sympathy, Lady Story. I’m sorry.”
Every time she tried, he dismissed her, but it only made the twist in her gut tighten uncomfortably.
“Your brother is dead, you killed him!”
The venom in his words did nothing now.
With the table set for their meal, the final maid excuses herself with the click of the door. But Story does not touch her food.
They were alone again.
“What happened to my brother?” Story announces loudly, breaking the transparent tension between them.
A glint of annoyance flashes within the King’s eyes which seem to glow in the low light of the room. Story however, does not falter.
“Are you that ignorant?” He speaks, “How many times–”
It was silent for a mere moment.
“Who do you believe you are to raise your voice to me?” His voice rang cold, dead, and leaks with a murderous tone.
“Your daughter! That is who I am! And I am tired of your lies; I know you’re lying to me! My brother is alive! I found him; He is alive!”
And Story sees though he tries to hide it. A knowing flash across his eyes and features.
“And I know you knew all along! Why are you doing this to me?! Tell me!”
She can not help the crack in her voice. Her frustration was clearly visible.
But a malicious chuckle only falls from the King’s lips as he stands as well, to his full height.
His voice is just below a yell as he speaks, never changing complete control.
“You want to know the truth? You killed your brother! The trolls could only save him by erasing his memory of you, this family, his entire life; and send him away from here! That boy you found is not your brother, nothing more than a hollow look-alike of your precious sibling! He has no memory of you, and you are a fool to believe he is or ever was! You killed your brother that day, and he wont come back to you!”
A wave of emotion floods her senses. So it was true; Teacup is her brother. Her living, breathing baby brother. The feeling of happiness however, gives away immediately, and Story is seething. Hatred.
As she rounds the table, she sees the emotion again, but this time… Fear. She terrifies him. The King steps as well, hand over the hilt of his sword, ready to attack. To attack her.
“How dare you!” Story screams, “How dare you do this! You are the one who is the fool!”
“Shut your mouth, you Wi–“ Her Father starts his insult, but she has had enough.
Oh, we shall, we shall!! -she takes her hand, wasting no time in lacing their fingers together. With a happy little hum she starts outside before realizing she doesn't actually know how to get to the garden- Um.. lead the way, my darling~
[Lady Snow gives a laugh] Ohehe~ That journey could take weeks on foot.
[she takes her other hand, so theyre face to face] Hold on tight~
[A swirl of powdery snow falls above them and begins spinning and spinning faster and faster around them when Lady Snow shuts her eyes softly, as if they are encased in a personal blizzard. Hard to see past each other, it is a mere one, two seconds before under their feet is the soft contact of tall, green grass that matches that of Truffula tufts. Snow lets go of her hands when she opens her eyes and gives Det a once over to make sure she is in one piece.]
Welcome to Mother Nature’s Garden, little Snowflurry~@detriex
Heat watched the two from his peripheral vision while staring at the floor. Why is she defending him? She’s always loved putting him in the hot seat before so why bother saving him now? And putting herself in line of fire as well.
Mother Nature shifts her stare to Heat Miser.
“I seeee,” she replies slowly. While she held the overheated miser accountable for his actions, she was aware of Lady Snow’s special talent for pressing his buttons. “I shall come up with a punishment for you both later, but for the time being I shall supervise the last of your work together in this season.”
“Of course.” Really, why fight it? That, and though the healing plant was helping, her ankle was bothering her from standing on it. Lady Snow bows her head a second time, then moves to take the nearest seat to their work. She sighs, leaning her head in her palm.
All that went on, she just wanted to head home now. Get their work over, and go home.
That damn smirk of hers! The fact that she practically never lost it drove him to the edge of an anger so forceful it encroached on madness.
His entire body now aflame, he shoves her away while slipping his foot to hook around her ankle then strikes at her again, throwing her to her back on the floor. Raising his cane high above him, the gem surrounds in a dangerous white-hot flame as Heat prepares to bring it down on Lady Snow.
“HEAT MISER!!!”
Buckets and buckets of downpour hit Heat square atop his head and soak his form, putting out his fire.
Heat is stilled and then ever ever so slowly turns his head toward the voice.
Mother Nature.
And she looks angrier than he has ever seen her.
Oh he is so dead.
Vines shoot from the floors, lock around his arms, and drag/throw him to the opposite side of the room, holding him there.
Mother Nature stares him down without a word before going to check Lady Snow for injuries.
Her eyes were wide as saucers, both from the impending doom that was Heat Miser’s eruption to the events to follow. Mother’s appearance was nothing but a saving grace, Snow knew it could have turned out much worse. Her ankle throbbed and her back was sore, but again, it could have been worse.
“Snow Miser, are you all right, dear?” The elder asks, kneeling down at the Frosty woman’s side. “Where do you hurt?”
Lady Snow was quiet, then she sat up with a quiet groan. “...I’m... I think I’m fine. But my ankle...”
Without another word, a purple flower blooms from Mother Nature’s wrist and she plucks a single petal before the plants disappears. The woman wraps it around the aforementioned body part before standing. The flower works it’s magic and Snow hisses at the feeling. Mother Nature reaches out her hands help’s pull the girl to her feet.
“What happened?” The Older Woman’s voice stern, the anger from before once again back.
Snow winces. When their Superior was furious, it never turned out well. Her vision to the floor, Snow Miser glances out the corner of her eye to Heat Miser, still trapped in Mother’s grasp of vines. He was sure to be in so much trouble for the stunt pulled.
“He... That is, I am to blame for these circumstances.” Snow bows her head. “I lit the fuse, Ma’am. Both Master Heat and I were in control as you can see by the weather Map; until I threw the first snowball.” Quite literally. “He would not have exploded if it wasn’t for me...” Why am I defending him?
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