𝓔𝓵𝓼𝓪 𝓐𝓻𝓮́𝓷𝓭𝓪́𝓵~𝓣𝓱𝓮

𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑬𝒍𝒔𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒓𝒆́𝒏𝒅𝒂́𝒍, 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏.

[borealisreina]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏

                                   𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐.

    𝙰𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚕𝚜𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚎́𝚗𝚍𝚊́𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚊. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝. 

[toadmemes]

more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

"how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

[borealisreina]

Please feel free to send one of these while I am still getting used to working here.

[borealisreina]

cxnscience​:

He opens his mouth to protest but that would be the most blatant lie he’s ever told and she was a little too quick to call him out on it. He starts chuckling instead.

“…Yeah. Yeah, reckon I would. But, gosh, it sure would be pretty. Hear you can see the northern lights up there. Only ever saw ‘em in books before.”

She’s right - it’s a little too cold for him to bother making the trip. He allows himself to land on the offered platform and then climbs swiftly up to her shoulder where he can take a seat with an interested hum of thought.

“Did he? Awful nice of him.” Even if it is technically a work thing. “Is it the new one? That one’s my favorite. Got a dining room themed after your kingdom, if I remember right.” Or maybe the ship’s name has something to do with his fondness for it. Or the fact that they themed a little coffee shop after him. He does like that one - likes looking at the statue of himself. “They’re real grand. I think you’d like it. Good chance to relax, and you’ve earned it.”

And it hardly even feels like being on an actual boat. He knows the boat thing is something of a deterrent.

“Gonna take him up on it, you think?”

“I know,” Elsa said when Jiminy mentioned the dining room in question. She and Anna had both been consulted on everything from the decor to the menu to instructing the ‘friends’ who would be entertaining guests on how to act. Elsa always thought that part was a bit odd, but it was part of the job. 

As far as her taking up the offer, she shrugged her shoulder––not the one Jiminy was sitting on. “I thought about it, but I’m not sure yet…” Elsa was still very 𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘺 about boats. She avoided them when she could, the time she and Jiminy watched the fireworks from the Grand One being one of the very few exceptions. 

Elsa realized as they approached more ‘civilized’ territory, that they must have gotten a bit more turned around than initially thought. Though she didn’t know the name for it, they’d walked far enough from the property to make it to International Drive in downtown Orlando. 

“… Jiminy, I don’t think this is the Springs…”

Elsa saw someone walking around in an extremely poor replica of her dress, harassing the tourists to pay for pictures with her. 

“We… definitely made a wrong turn.”

[borealisreina]

cxnscience​:

Lucky for her Jiminy is an expert at breaking the rules. Being where he’s not supposed to is his favorite pastime. Kind of how he got his big break, and all. 

“Suppose so,” he sighs with equal theatrics. “I’d say we could just take the Animal Kingdom trails but - heck, was kinda hopin’ to get away from the crowds for just a bit. And the concrete,” he adds. He may be a bit more settled down than he used to be but Jiminy will, above all else, always have some sort of itching to get out into the rest of the world. Crickets were made for fields of tall grass, not amusement parks.

But Orlando’s not big on natural beauty. He makes a face and alters his pace so he’s jumping alongside her rather than in front, though it makes him a bit harder to follow.

“Ever stop and wonder how much nicer things’d be if Walt’d just listened for five seconds when everybody told him he was a moron tryin’ to build into swampland? We could be set up in Alaska or somethin’. Little chilly but at least it ain’t got no gators.” And they’d probably have less tourists.

“Wouldn’t you hate it there?”

Jiminy was very bad at hiding his feelings for things he did not like, and Elsa knew quite well that the cold very much bothered her dear little friend. Why he chose to put up with it to spend time with her was beyond her understanding. 

He was even being considerate and hopping along side her so she wouldn’t lose him. 

However, Jiminy’s suggestion did get her thinking. “You know, Mr. Yensid offered me the chance to go one of the ships to Alaska… I would be ‘performing’ as myself, but it would get me out of the heat for a while.”

At the top of one of Jiminy’s hops, Elsa carefully moved her hand underneath him to catch him. Conversations were just held easier this way. 

[borealisreina]

cxnscience​:

“Oh, sure!” He waves a hand flippantly and then draws himself up with pride. “Nobody knows directions like a Cricket. I can lead us back, milady.” And he’s not bluffing, this time, he really is good at finding his way around. This is his main hobby, after all. Wandering off and getting lost. Case in point, he turns on a heel and starts hopping off back along the path they’d forged through the grass.

“Just sorry to’ve wasted your time!” Elsa is a royal and her time is particularly valuable. “That’s, uh… suppose that’s how it goes, though. Can’t all be winners.” Exploring is about making new discoveries and not all discoveries can be grand ones. Some are just lousy. This one was lousy.

At least jiminy was confident enough that they could make it back to the property without any incident. Elsa, despite being a queen and rather highly ranked within the hierarchy of the Parks, was not a rule-breaker on instinct. ‘Leaving’ the property, though not expressly forbidden anymore, was still warned against if only for safety’s sake. 

She followed, doing her best to stay close to Jiminy despite him being down in the grass. She would feel awful if she stepped on him. 

“I suppose,” she said, feigning a disappointed tone, “you shall have to make it up to me some way.” She had so far accepted his tours any time he’d offered them. It was a way for her to go exploring while still feeling safe within the parks. Going exploring on her own or without an attendant at the very least sometimes resulted in people spotting her and wanting her autograph and photograph. 

It was fine when little children asked her but sometimes when a large group did so, especially when she was ‘off,’ it could get overwhelming.

[cxnscience]

@borealisreina​ said ; “I’ve got a bad feeling about this place…“ ( “ don’t belong here “ sentence starters )

In all fairness, her judgment here is… probably very justified. He kind of forgot when he’d suggested they go for a walk off-property that all of the nature trails around here are… nonexistent, and in actuality they’d kind of end up faced with nothing but weeds and mud and gators.

He puts a hand to his chin and surveys the "”trail”” in front of them, which has abruptly stopped being a trail and has instead run off right into what looks like a small lake.

“Huh. Wonder when that happened! They should really redo their maps around here…” mumbling, he fishes his journal out of his jacket just to make a note to himself. They can’t have another guest getting nabbed by a gator while they’re out jogging. It’s awful for optics.

“W-well, uh…!” He laughs nervously, then, after he snaps his book shut. He feels a bit foolish for not having planned anything out more extensively, if only because he does try very hard to impress her. She’s pretty. Pretty and tall and blonde and magical and - maybe he’s got a type?

“…Rain check on that one, I guess. Gosh, ma’am, I’m awful sorry. Thought some fresh air would do us both good but it certainly ain’t worth the mess, is it? What a waste of a day off.”

[borealisreina]

If the suggestion to go for a walk away from the normal borders of the Parks had come from anyone other than Jiminy, Elsa might have politely declined in favor of a more… ‘cool’ activity. Florida in the summer was absolutely dreadful for her, but Jiminy’s idea to do something away from where all the crowds were had been enough for her to go against her normal grain. 

“We’ll be able to go back the way we came… won’t we?”

She was in about as light a disguise as she could find from Costuming; a blue sundress with a hat to keep the sun off her face, but she could feel the heat beginning to affect her. 

Thank goodness Jiminy didn’t mention anything about alligators. 

[borealisreina]

|| I can’t believe I opened this thing again 

[borealisreina]

|| So… I’m still trying to get used to things here. I’ll confess––I’m not as comfortable with this format for RPing than I am on twitter. Most of my interactions are there, so if you want to find me, it’s the same @ on twitter. 

In the meantime, I’ll keep trying to learn and working on making things better. I still have no desire to use icons or go so extra like I’ve seen other accounts do. I like keeping things relatively simple and just focusing on the actual ‘RPing’ portion rather than hyper focusing on aesthetics. 

[borealisreina]

cxnscience​:

“That’s awful practical of you. Maybe you oughta become a fashion designer.” He can’t imagine Elsa feeling all too comfortable with the idea, though, even if the comment’s made entirely in jest. In a way, that was putting yourself out on a stage, too. That was the case with all creative prospects, really, and while the thought didn’t bother Jiminy in the slightest… well, not everyone was Jiminy. 

Main Street always felt busier than most other areas of the park. Maybe due to the size, or how many guests were eager to pack their way into the shops lining the street, or maybe just because it was a gateway to everything else. He was glad to not have to worry about navigating the crowds on this day in particular, turning instead to study the buildings as they pass by. 

“They say as much, yeah. I’m sure Walt said as much, too, although I guess I can’t really say for sure how accurate it is.” Walt made a lot of claims that weren’t always a hundred percent true. Jiminy felt as though he had to preface everything with that fact, although he can’t find it hard to believe in the slightest that the place was based around Walt’s childhood hometown. “Sure reminds me of the main street back around where I grew up, though. I think it’s one of those places that looks familiar to everybody, in a way. That’s what happens when you design something out of your memory.”

It radiated nostalgia. He could easily imagine it feeling the same to anybody, even folks who had never set foot in a small town. It just had that sort of charm about it. 

“Walt really had a knack for that, I think.”

Elsa couldn’t help but chuckle behind her hand as Jiminy mentioned becoming a designer. It wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibility for her (it was certainly an easier task than singing in public was) but she still did not feel quite ready to share that talent more than she already had. 

     “Oh, I have a feeling Ella’s mice friends would be jealous,” she jested. She made it to the end of the street right as the Citizens came around on their trolly, singing rather bouncy songs Elsa had never heard before. As tempting as it would be to watch the show, Elsa saw a bunch of people gather around and form a crowd around the trolly. 

       Another time, maybe…

       “All right, Jiminy––You’ll have to be the navigator. Where is this ‘Village Haus’ that you spoke of?”

[cxnscience]

borealisreina​:

Elsa was brought out of her trance when Jiminy spoke up. Admittedly, it was sometimes easy to forget his presence when he was on her shoulder because he was so light. But it was comforting to know he was there. 

“Well, thankfully I made these with some arch support.” With a gentle tease, she strode forward towards one of the turnstiles. Or rather, one of the posts with Mickey’s silhouette on them. Even ‘celebrities,’ like her were required to have a pass in order to get into the parks. Elsa had to get used to carrying around the little card that identified her as the one true Snow Queen of Disney, but she was getting better at it. She held it out for the Cast Member to inspect, and she was allowed inside the gates. 

Main Street, U.S.A was a land that Elsa had seen in passing a few times. Though more often than not, it was only when she was in front of the castle doing one of the shows around Christmas time. She hardly ever got to appreciate the quaint aritcheture of the street. Everything seemed so cozy (despite most of buildings being shops for the guests) and all the Cast Members were so kind. Walking by the bakery was the most difficult thing, since the scents from inside were quite literally luring people in from off the street. 

However, Elsa didn’t want to find herself too distracted. She did, after all, just make a lunch ‘date’ with Jiminy Cricket while they were on their way to the park. It would be a shame to ruin her appetite with any of the baked goods that were in the display windows. 

Now getting one on her way out would be a different story…

“Is it true this whole place is based upon where Mr. Disney grew up?”

Elsa had met and worked with Walt Disney a few times. He was always very cordial with her (between the spurts of eccentricity that occurred) and she’d gathered a little bit about the man’s history. 

Then again, it was repeated like gospel around these parts. 

“That’s awful practical of you. Maybe you oughta become a fashion designer.” He can’t imagine Elsa feeling all too comfortable with the idea, though, even if the comment’s made entirely in jest. In a way, that was putting yourself out on a stage, too. That was the case with all creative prospects, really, and while the thought didn’t bother Jiminy in the slightest… well, not everyone was Jiminy. 

Main Street always felt busier than most other areas of the park. Maybe due to the size, or how many guests were eager to pack their way into the shops lining the street, or maybe just because it was a gateway to everything else. He was glad to not have to worry about navigating the crowds on this day in particular, turning instead to study the buildings as they pass by. 

“They say as much, yeah. I’m sure Walt said as much, too, although I guess I can’t really say for sure how accurate it is.” Walt made a lot of claims that weren’t always a hundred percent true. Jiminy felt as though he had to preface everything with that fact, although he can’t find it hard to believe in the slightest that the place was based around Walt’s childhood hometown. “Sure reminds me of the main street back around where I grew up, though. I think it’s one of those places that looks familiar to everybody, in a way. That’s what happens when you design something out of your memory.”

It radiated nostalgia. He could easily imagine it feeling the same to anybody, even folks who had never set foot in a small town. It just had that sort of charm about it. 

“Walt really had a knack for that, I think.”

[borealisreina]

cxnscience​:

“O-oh, well, that works out great, then, doesn’t it? As luck would have it, neither have I. We’ll pencil it in as a pit stop, then, how about that?”

Jiminy’s been to the Magic Kingdom more times than he can count; particularly along the Epcot route, given they’re both his most frequent stops around these parts. The trip is unremarkable for him, as always, and it’s incredibly rare that he encounters anybody who’s entirely new to the park - guests, sure, but that’s not quite the same. When it’s somebody who lives here, somebody who’s gonna become a part of the place; that’s when it takes on a whole new meaning. Jiminy doesn’t ever get tired of seeing new cast members, or guiding around new members of their family. 

Elsa’s no exception. He doesn’t comment on her visible awe as they disembark from the monorail, finally, and approach the gates - but he does watch out of the corner of his eye, beaming. The parks never quite get old, but they do feel monotonous at times when you’re so used to the clockwork-like routine of the place. Sure, it was always full of surprises, but even those were to be expected in a place like this after a while. Being there with someone new, though, that was when it felt the most significant.

“Shame the train’s still closed,” Jiminy says at length as they make their way forward, having otherwise been silent so as to not come across as an overwhelmingly informed tour guide. “Otherwise it’d be a good way to see the place. Oh, well.” It’d be worth it in the long run, even if it felt like the new coaster had been in the works for years and years at this point. “Guess we’ll have to get around the old fashioned way. Hope you’ve committed yourself to an awful lot of walking, Miss Elsa.

Elsa was brought out of her trance when Jiminy spoke up. Admittedly, it was sometimes easy to forget his presence when he was on her shoulder because he was so light. But it was comforting to know he was there. 

“Well, thankfully I made these with some arch support.” With a gentle tease, she strode forward towards one of the turnstiles. Or rather, one of the posts with Mickey’s silhouette on them. Even ‘celebrities,’ like her were required to have a pass in order to get into the parks. Elsa had to get used to carrying around the little card that identified her as the one true Snow Queen of Disney, but she was getting better at it. She held it out for the Cast Member to inspect, and she was allowed inside the gates. 

Main Street, U.S.A was a land that Elsa had seen in passing a few times. Though more often than not, it was only when she was in front of the castle doing one of the shows around Christmas time. She hardly ever got to appreciate the quaint aritcheture of the street. Everything seemed so cozy (despite most of buildings being shops for the guests) and all the Cast Members were so kind. Walking by the bakery was the most difficult thing, since the scents from inside were quite literally luring people in from off the street. 

However, Elsa didn’t want to find herself too distracted. She did, after all, just make a lunch ‘date’ with Jiminy Cricket while they were on their way to the park. It would be a shame to ruin her appetite with any of the baked goods that were in the display windows. 

Now getting one on her way out would be a different story…

“Is it true this whole place is based upon where Mr. Disney grew up?”

Elsa had met and worked with Walt Disney a few times. He was always very cordial with her (between the spurts of eccentricity that occurred) and she’d gathered a little bit about the man’s history. 

Then again, it was repeated like gospel around these parts. 

[cxnscience]

⮚ starter for ; @borealisreina​

“Miss Elsa!”

There’s complete urgency in Jiminy’s tone as he comes hopping down the hall at a breakneck pace in an attempt go intercept the Snow Queen, skidding to a halt only when he’s close enough to consider his attempt successful. Any fatigue from running such a great distance ( and with such purpose ) is quickly forgotten, though ; Elsa doesn’t so much as get a chance to question what on earth he’s so worked up about before he continues, interrupting his own attempt at catching his breath.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you could sing?”

[borealisreina]

                                  ❄️Continued from cxnscience ❄️

    Now on their way to the Transportation and Ticket center, Elsa leaned back and looked out the window. The sort of transportation and marvels of this world were certainly far different than in Arendelle. Back home, if she had to travel anywhere, she would have to take a horse or carriage… or a boat if she were unfortunate enough. She avoided traveling on the lagoons and rivers for that specific reason. 

    But the Monorail was something she’d yet to try, and it was fitting that she would be doing it with her guide. 

    Speaking of Jiminy, she found his attempt to deny that he had been perhaps trying to steer her in the direction of an outing to be rather amusing. But rather than call him out on his rather contradictory behavior? 

    She decided to go along with it. 

    “Well, you’re lucky then that I have not yet had the chance to have lunch. I was over there doing my audiences for a bit longer than planned…”

    Both of them had established that neither of them really had plans. What better way to spend the afternoon than for Elsa to follow Jiminy’s advice and be shown more of the Magic Kingdom? After all, she only ever got to see some of the backstage areas when she was asked to make the appearances during the holidays. Covering the castle in snow took a lot of work, especially in the Florida heat… 

    It took some time to transfer from one monorail to the next, and Elsa did make note to ask Jiminy for tours of the Polynesian and Grand Floridian hotels next. Seeing those would require another disguise for her, but she was willing to do so in order to see the majestic resorts. 

    Finally, after all the stops along the way, Elsa disembarked the monorail (ˆMaking certain Jiminy was safely on her shoulder first) and found herself in front of the main gates of the Magic Kingdom. It wasn’t often she could be made to feel so small, but standing in front of the train station had that affect on her. 

    So much so that she stopped in her tracks and just… stared in wonder at the sight. There really was something magical about it. 

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@borealisreina​ ; ❄️❤️

With a one-two-spring, there’s Alfur, up atop a bush and waving. He’s been busy - well, sort of busy, although not in the ways he would like; but Hilda is a full-time job, sometimes, and he can’t help but to feel partially responsible for keeping an eye on her what with Mum having to work to support the lot of them and whatnot. 

He’s been off being dragged into adventures, is what he means to say. And by adventures he means danger, more specifically. He really did mean it when he said he’s never been so stressed as he is living with Hilda. Not that he’d trade it away for anything.

“Elsa!” He chirps, as chipper as he ever is, though he’s not here for a pleasant visit, either. Alfur doesn’t really do casual visits. He’s here for work. He is always here for work, wherever he is. “Did you know your geographic region is purportedly home to a large number of mountain giants? At least, according to our records... and our records are never wrong.”

Not to brag.

“Funny, you think you would have noticed them by now.”

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  Elsa did not get a chance to invite Alfur onto her shoulder, but it seemed he was one step ahead of her anyway. She didn’t mind; she was used to small beings crawling on her thanks to Bruni and Jiminy Cricket. Now with him properly situated, she continued down her path towards the last grove where she knew they were. It wasn’t hard to follow them; she just had to follow the loud ‘booms’ that could occasionally be heard from their footsteps. 

  “No, there’s no fire or water giants,” she said, thinking of the kind of horror that would happen if Bruni was bigger than he was. He was only about the size of her palm, but he could set the entire woods on fire if he was displeased. The kind of fire that he could start if he were a giant… 

She wasn’t going to think about that. Or the sort of flood Nøkk could create if he had the power to… 

  So, she instead focused on the other portion of Alfur’s interest. 

   “They mostly keep to themselves, but they do help to keep the… ah, structure of the forest as it should.”

  An example being when Elsa––through long hours of cajoling and convincing––encouraged the giants to create a stone bridge over the pass where her grandfather’s dam had been. Something more… symbolic of unity than something meant to weaken the forest. Plus, it made it easier for Elsa to journey back to Arendelle to visit her sister on occasion. 

  “They are actually fairly docile, as long as one means no harm to the forest. This is their land, after all, so they’re rather protective of it.”

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@borealisreina​ ; ❄️❤️

With a one-two-spring, there’s Alfur, up atop a bush and waving. He’s been busy - well, sort of busy, although not in the ways he would like; but Hilda is a full-time job, sometimes, and he can’t help but to feel partially responsible for keeping an eye on her what with Mum having to work to support the lot of them and whatnot. 

He’s been off being dragged into adventures, is what he means to say. And by adventures he means danger, more specifically. He really did mean it when he said he’s never been so stressed as he is living with Hilda. Not that he’d trade it away for anything.

“Elsa!” He chirps, as chipper as he ever is, though he’s not here for a pleasant visit, either. Alfur doesn’t really do casual visits. He’s here for work. He is always here for work, wherever he is. “Did you know your geographic region is purportedly home to a large number of mountain giants? At least, according to our records… and our records are never wrong.”

Not to brag.

“Funny, you think you would have noticed them by now.”

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It had been a while since Elsa had seen the little elf in her home gardens back in Arendelle, but now she had returned to the Northuldran Forest to spend some time up with her mother’s people. The summers in Arendelle could get dreadfully hot, sometimes more than what Elsa could usually stand, but the climate up further north was more suitable for someone like ‘The Snow Queen.’

 But when she heard that chipper little voice, she stopped in her tracks. It did take a second for her to actually spot the little fellow among the leaves on the bush, but once she did she strode over to him with a beaming grin. 

  “Why, Sir Alfur, how wonderful to see you again!”

She leaned down to be at a better eye level (something she learned was polite when speaking with little folk like Jiminy), and listened as he started speaking of––

  “You mean the Earth Giants?” Elsa had perhaps less interactions with them as she did with the spirits of Fire, Air, and Water. The giants tended to roam the forest on their own, sometimes leaving gaping holes as footprints. Elsa would visit them to ensure they were content and not about to crush her people’s village. Which they were still very capable of doing if they so wished. 

   “I was actually just on my way to go see them. I don’t suppose you’d have the time to tag along?”

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“Miss Elsa!”

There’s complete urgency in Jiminy’s tone as he comes hopping down the hall at a breakneck pace in an attempt go intercept the Snow Queen, skidding to a halt only when he’s close enough to consider his attempt successful. Any fatigue from running such a great distance ( and with such purpose ) is quickly forgotten, though ; Elsa doesn’t so much as get a chance to question what on earth he’s so worked up about before he continues, interrupting his own attempt at catching his breath.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you could sing?”

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  Thank goodness for Jiminy’s guidance. Elsa had been getting better at traversing the parks by herself without getting too lost, but once in a while she’d get turned around and end up precisely where she hadn’t expected to go. She’d then get directions from a helpful Cast Member and be set on the right path, but it would take quite a bit of time out of her day. 

Walt Disney World was, after all, humongous.

   She made it to the monorail station and was let onboard. Though most guests could not sit up in the front of the monorails with the drivers anymore, Elsa was escorted up there so she and Jiminy (though she wasn’t sure if the Cast Member who was escorting her past the line saw him) would not be bothered for autographs while they were just trying to travel. Any time anyone even suspected Elsa of being who she was, she would have to think of an excuse to run away before a line formed. 

  But once seated inside the monorail cockpit, she was able to let out a breath of relief. 

  “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re not only trying to get me to give you a private concert, but also ask me to lunch in a roundabout way.”

  She was teasing mostly. She wasn’t… completely unaware that Jiminy may or may not have had a ᵗᶤᶰʸ crush on her. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she trusted his real intentions so much, she might have perhaps been uncomfortable. But she trusted Jiminy, and knew that he’d never betray that trust. 

 Elsa was brought out of her thoughts as the monorail horn sounded, and the train slowly left the Epcot Station. They’d have to transfer to another one at the Transportation and Ticket Center, but they’d be in the Magic Kingdom in no time.

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