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artemxxromanov:

“Wow, I feel like I would never actually visit you if you had your christmas decorations up. Like seriously, wouldn’t you just go crazy looking at them?” Artem asked as he looked over at her and arched an eyebrow up looking rather amused. “Seriously, I think i’d go mad just staring at all the lights. I can’t even stand them when Christmas is actually happening. They’re just so overwhelming to look at.” That was saying something from someone who was afraid of the dark. “I’d rather just look at the dull street lights than Christmas lights.” he said with a shrug as he glanced down. Artem hadn’t really been feeling this magic, that she had sopken of. That was surprising for Artem considering that Christmas used to be his favorite holiday. But for some reason this year had seemed to different.

“Yeah, probably. Also, the electricity bill would be high, and that’d be so wasteful.” Freja nodded, at both herself and Artem. “All of the lights would definitely give me a massive migraine and that wouldn’t be good,” she finished lamely, smiling. “But the lights aside, Christmas is usually a magical time of the year, at least for me. It’s a bit different, though, this year. I suppose it’s because I’m here and not in Denmark with my family. It’s strange to think that this is my last year as a single person for ever, and that from now on, I’ll be celebrating Christmas with my own little family. It’s strange.” She repeated the phrase again and frowned, her hand on her chin as she began to ponder the life events she would be going through in the next couple months.

#tbt.

prince-romanov:

The Russian prince scoffed at the girl’s order but nodded in acknowledgement. “It is indeed. In its own way, yes.” He smiled as he picked up his glass, swirling the liquid inside. “It is strong and straightforward, much like the people who speak it, and while beautiful, It is not a romantic language like Italian, unfortunately.”

He shrugged before throwing back the drink, turning the glass upside down as he set it on the napkin the bartender had set in front of him.

“Dmitri Romanov,” He stated, head bowed and hand extended toward the woman. “Рад познакомиться.“

Freja took his hand and shook it the way her father had taught her — very politic and diplomatic. “Freja Christensen. I think you said, ‘It’s nice to meet you.’ and to that, I’d say, ‘Det er også dejligt at møde dig.’ which means ‘It’s nice to meet you too.’” She smiled at him and dropped his hand. She took a sip of her water and turned back to him. “So, how are you enjoying Greece so far?”

#tbt.

ekaterinarcmanova:

Curiosity was a fundamental part of who Katya was so she really enjoyed hearing about other traditions and cultures, even if her outward expression didn’t change all that much. “Christmas is actually quite different in Russia. Other than some Catholics most people celebrate it on January seventh. It’s also much… smaller for us. New Years is the big one. Lots of shopping, drinking, and it’s also when Ded Moroz, or Grandfather Frost, brings presents to the children.” Christmas itself was a much more religious and private affair. It was part of why she liked the big fuss everyone else made during the month of December leading up to their celebrations. “Over Christmas we have a lot of food, though, starting on our Christmas Eve. Nobody goes hungry, that’s for sure.”

“Oh, really? It’s so interesting to learn about other cultures. Every year, since I was a tiny little toddler, my parents would pick out a random country and we would spend the 23rd learning about how they celebrated Christmas. We’d cook up some of their delacies that they enjoyed on Christmas and try to sing a song or two in their language. If I remember correctly, the country’s Christmas tradition we researched last year was Egypt’s. Only 15% of Egypt’s population is Christian and those that do celebrate it, they celebrate it on the 7th, too! It’s so interesting,” she muttered before perking up. “But thank you for sharing your country’s customs. I’ve always found it so interesting to learn about other cultures.”

#tbt.

hadassahsafir:

“My mother and father betrothed to one another. They seem happy. My father adores her, but I can’t help but wonder that if they weren’t forced, would they have chosen each other?” Hadassah shrugged, downing the rest of her drink before signaling to the barkeep for her bill. “I want my future children to look at their mom and dad and know without a doubt that we’re in love. It’s silly, right? To want to believe I’ll fall in love with him?”

“Oh, that’s not silly at all. I think everyone wants to love the person they’re going to marry and have a family with. I know I do. I can understand why we’d be doubting whether or not we’ll fall in love with our betrothed; we haven’t let the relationship progress as any normal relationship would. Most relationships take years to get to the point to where they feel like marriage is the next step and we’re doing it in months, if that. It’s all so fast.”

#tbt.

adclcides:

She had to suppress a groan as the other spoke. Not that she didn’t enjoy the holidays but she felt like all the fuss about it was unnecessary and people were overreacting towards it. And God, she hated those Christmas songs, it was all so positive, so happy, and it annoyed her when she wasn’t feeling all those things. “Would have been funny if kids tricked or treat and saw Christmas lights instead of Halloween horrors.” She said monotonously, hoping that her comment would benefit the other’s excitement for the holidays. “And believe me, it will.”

“Halloween has never been a huge even in Denmark,” Freja remarked, frowning. “I can’t think of ever going trick-or-treating or dressing up in costumes. Besides, my parents would give us treats when we asked for them, so it’s not like Halloween was this big occasion where we were only allowed candy on that day. But Christmas is such a special time, you know? What other time of year do we gather all around and swap presents, have a large family meal, and decorate?”

#tbt.

tatianavalentinov:

“bored and lonely. sounds like the story of my life.” tatiana gave a self-deprecating laugh, nodding her head to show the other she was welcome to sit with her. “i suppose you’re right. this whole situation doesn’t exactly lend itself to sitting back and relaxing the holiday, does it?” tatiana counted herself lucky on one thing at least, she knew she wouldn’t allow herself to be intimidated by her future husband. she wasn’t thrilled by the idea of having her spouse chosen for her, but she could get through it by reminding herself that it was what was best for her country.

Freja frowned at the other. “No, it doesn’t, but you should try to think on the positive side. It’s been three generations since the last arranged marriages, but who knows, you could end up falling in love with your betrothed. My grandparents had an arranged marriage and they ended up having a long, loving life together. Maybe it’ll be the same for you.”

#tbt.

damian-cholodecki-poland:

Damian wasn’t a huge fan of Christmas, but it did aid in some magical times. Where the animals are said to talk, and the moon will be positioned for the start of the Winter Solstice. Not to mention every person who was religious would be honoring their god on that day. “I can see the appeal,” He grinned to himself watching as some workers were decorating for the Christmas season. “Though all year around would get annoying. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I can listen to the carolers sing Bóg się rodz every day.” He parted his lips taking a second, “Uh Bóg się rodz is one of the Christmas songs we listen to and like to go to houses and carol to.”

“You go carolling?” Freja asked, enhanced at such a prospect. “I’ve always wanted to do that, but I’ve never had the courage. I’m not much of a singer, and I’m sure the moment I opened my mouth and began singing, they’d slam the door on me. Besides, my father would never allow me to go to just anyone’s house, claiming it would be a security threat. In Denmark, we sing Nu er detjuligen, which translates to Now It Is Christmas Again, and we sing it whilst dancing around our tree.” She smiled as she thought of the many times she had done the tradition with her family and friends, but she soon turned back towards Damian. “What about Bóg się rodz — what does it mean?”

#tbt.

hadassahsafir:

Hadassah nodded in agreement. “Unfortunately,” Her eyes widened at her own answer. “That sounded harsher than I intended…” she grinned sheepishly. “His name is Cheng-en and he’s wonderful. Smart, good-looking, passionate. He’s everything I could ever ask for in a man… I just…” she shuddered, taking a sip of her drink. “I just wish I could have met him under different circumstances, you know?”

A sly smile tugged at her lips. “And who knows, maybe your fiancée is a smoking hot babe who’s politically active AND intelligent. One can dream, right?”

“If my betrothed was physically attractive, politically active, and intelligent, then I really would have everything.” Freja laughed, though there was a hint of bitterness in that laughter. “But I’m so happy for you, that your betrothed seems is a wonderful match for you. I think most of us here wish we could meet the person we’re marrying on our own terms, but this is how it’s done, you know?” She shrugged and finished off the rest of her beer, placing it down on the bar so the bartender could dispose of it.

#tbt.

ekaterinarcmanova:

Katya enjoyed the holidays just as much as anyone, but an entire year of listening to Deck the Halls and seeing everything covered in a wash of red and green? “Maybe not the only one,” the Russian princess began slowly as hazel hues drifted toward the blonde, “but I don’t think I’m ready for three hundred and sixty five days of fa la la la la…” As the edges of her lips twitched with what could’ve been a smile she continued, “Especially since you’re right. The appeal of the holidays would be gone after that. It wouldn’t be special anymore, it’d just be another day.” Pausing after that she gave it a second of more thought, “Although— I wouldn’t complain about more presents.”

“I wouldn’t object to more presents, either, but there’s just something so special about Christmas morning, whenever you realize that — holy shit, it’s Christmas morning, and then you run down the stairs and crowd around the bottom of the tree while you wait for your parents to come down. In my family, we have a tradition where we wake up, make hot chocolate, and put on a vinyl of classic Christmas songs — real old school, I know — and tell old family stories while everyone gets ready to open presents. I love it even now when I’m almost an old lady. What about you? Do you have any Christmas traditions?”

#tbt.

tatianavalentinov:

tatiana chewed on her lip, dark brown eyes filled with disdain as she gazed out the window in front of her. the view was beautiful, certainly, no expense had been saved it seemed when it came to the summit but the words she couldn’t stop the words beautifully gilded cage from bouncing around her thoughts. “i miss home.” the princess muttered absentmindedly, more to herself than to the company she kept. in theory she understood the logic behind all the betrothals, but hadn’t tatiana done enough for her country? this marriage, this whole summit just felt like a slap in the face, a reminder that no matter how much she sacrificed to her title, it would never be enough.

“Who doesn’t?” Freja remarked, plopping down on a seat across from where the brunette was staring at the window. She crossed her legs and reclined in the chair, her hands clasped in her lap. “I hope you don’t mind me joining you, but I was bored and you looked lonely, so here I am. But like I was saying, I can imagine that almost all of us miss our home right now. I know I do — I have never missed my mother more in my entire life, but I call her when I can, and I take some time to enjoy myself. Maybe you should try to occupy your thoughts with something else, like some sightseeing.”

#tbt.

prince-romanov:

Dmitri squinted as he walked down the street, even he had to admit that Greece was beautiful but the harsh sunlight and warm air was foreign to the Russian prince. He was used to the harsh winters of his motherland, though he couldn’t think of a better place to hold the royal summit. With its aquamarine tides and cloudless skies it was hard to tell where exactly the earth and sky met along the horizon.

Still, it was awfully sunny and he did miss the chill of his home but more than that, he missed the bars.

“What does a prince have to do to get a drink, hmm?” He said as he entered the hotel, quickly passing the front desk and making his way to the bar.

“Your best vodka, and whatever they’re having as well.” He said, tipping his head in the direction of the other patron at the bar. “Спасибо.”

Freja smiled at the male and looked at the bartender. “She’ll be having a water.” As the bartender began to get to work, she turned to the courteous customer and looked at him curiously. “That means ‘Thank you,’ right? My parents tried to get me to learn Russian, but I quickly got bored of it and pitched a fit until they agreed to let me learn Italian. I wish I had continued the lessons, though. It’s a beautiful language.”

#tbt

“Am I the only one who doesn’t get the whole ‘Wait until December to start celebrating the holidays!’ thing? I mean, the holidays are amazing, and there is nothing like seeing your home all dressed up for the festivities. And who can forget about the music? I think I have Spotify’s Christmas Classics playlist memorized, which is both a good and bad thing. If I had it my way, I’d start decorating for the holidays in October... or July... better yet, always have my home decked out in string lights and tinsel and trees in every room. Though, I suppose that would dampen the magic of the holiday season, right?”

#alliances:start #idk what this is

princenicolaus:

Nicolaus beamed up at the woman and nodded. “I would appreciate a lesson, skön,” he answered before he got to his feet. He straightened his suit jacket and eyed the woman more carefully. She reminded him of home with her bright hair and porcelain skin. “I am an excellent student,” he continued in a quieter voice this time. He then motioned for her to step in front of him and lead the way.

Freja arched an eyebrow, the surprise evident on her face. She motioned towards the line of people putting food on their plates. “Well, it’s important to note that it’s very rude to cut in line or use your rank to get the last dessert. When I was about six or so, my parents were hosting a dinner of some humanitarian aid workers, and I wanted the last éclair so badly, I loudly proclaimed to the entire room, “I am Freja, Crown Princess of Denmark and I want that éclair!’” She laughed, her shoulders shaking as she waved him to join her in the line. “My mother was so embarrassed and I was so grounded — for a month.”

#convo: nicolaus

hadassahsafir:

Hadassah grasped the blonde’s hand and shook. “A pleasure,” she looked down guiltily at the drink in front of her. “I’m glad to find someone with similar distastes. I never have time for partying and I don’t think i’d do it if I did.” She managed to recover a smiled. “I don’t usually drink either… I just needed something to take my mind off of the stress of meeting who I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with.”

Hadassah turned, giving Freja her full attention. “Do you know who you’re betrothed to? I mean, have you met them yet?”

Freja nodded her head. “I do,” she replied, though she stared down at her bottle of beer with a gloomy look on her face. “It’s not that I’m not excited to meet her, but I... I don’t know. It just seems so bizarre to be marrying someone I don’t even know. I guess it’s something that has to be done, but I’m still so unsure of it all. What about you? Do you know?”

#tbt.

prinzcssin:

eyes peek up to see the other and a small smile forms to the brunette’s lips. it isn’t because she’s actually happy though, she just feel force to offer the other a smile. ‘ alys, yeah. and sure, feel free. i don’t mind. ’ her shoulders roll in a shrug as she carefully watches the girl’s movements and take in account the granola bar that’s in her hand. ‘ are those any good ? ’

freja shrugs. “it’s a granola bar, you know? nothing too special, but if you need something on the go, they’re the best option, i suppose. my favorite is the chocolate chip flavor, but apparently, they’re everyone else's because they were all out. i had to get the peanut butter flavor instead.” her nose crinkles in distaste.

#tbt.

hadassahsafir:

“At least there’s decent liquor here.” Hadassah threw her head back and laughed. Her eyes lingered on the swarming crowd before gesturing to the bartender for another drink. She turned to her companion. “I suppose since you seem to be the only decent person in this place town we should at least try to become acquaintances.” she accented heavily. “I’m Hadassah, from Israel.”

“I suppose so,” Freja remarked, looking down at her beer. “I’m not that into alcohol. I mostly drink beer and wine and... that’s all.” She laughed and shook her head. “Partying, drinking, all that — not really my thing.” She nodded at Hadassah and held out of her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Hadassah. I’m Freja, Crown Princess of Denmark.”

#tbt.

princenicolaus:

Nicolaus stared across the room at a table lined with food. His stomach was growling but he couldn’t be bothered to move. He watched various people go and make plates. He missed his personal assistant. He missed his entire royal staff. He let his head hit the back of his head dramatically until someone finally walked close enough for him to get their attention. “Pardon me, can you grab a plate for myself? Everything except that questionable looking tart please. Thank you,” he almost ordered to the other person.

Freja laughed. “No,” she replied and shook her head. “Unless there’s some reason as to why you can’t get a plate for yourself, I don’t think so.” She cocked her head and looked at him for a moment. “Or do you not know how to make a plate? Would you like me to teach you? I remember helping my little siblings get their plates for them. Granted, they were five, but I think the same standards apply.”

#tbt.

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