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#*/ ❛ made of ice and all things nice ❜ | ( visage. )

Eira Arendelle’s schedule for the week of August 20th

- musical theory major ( violin ) w/ a minor in politics. - participates in ballet & orchestra as extra curricular outside of stately duties - tries to have friends but doesn’t.

#usoa:task001 #clowning eira is my number 1 hobby love that for her.#bitch gave herself a spa day and she doesn't deserve it.

oflostdreamers‌.

PANDORA WATCHED WITH WIDE EYES as the pencils rolled across the desk, colours blending together as they moved. ❝ so pretty, ❞ they breathed, voice non-existent as they stared - only to catch the pencils just before they rolled off the edge. ❝ sorry not the best with all the stories - they get all mumble-jumbled. ❞

❝ you seem like a violin player, ❞ they noted with a nod, thinking that all the musicians they knew were either over-emotional or under-emotional. ❝ oh i love art - back home i painted the night sky on my ceiling after listening to uncle hades’ tales of the constellations. didn’t see any real stars there so i made my own. ❞

HALF SMILE & COCKED HEAD unsure if the other meant it as a compliment or not, still she brushed it off with another light smile that was beginning to look a little bit forced around the edges.

❝ thank you. ❞ she decided to take it as she saw it, that being a musician was a good thing, and not that she perpetually had a bruise on her neck, calloused fingers and unpainted nails, oh the woes of a violinist. smiles falter for a second, dropping an inch, ❝sounds beautiful -- is that what you’re planning to paint here ? if you ever have the chance to visit arendelle the aurora borealis you can see from there is truly breathtaking. ❞

#*/ ❛ pandora ❜ | ( 001. )#*/ ❛ but then the winter happens like a secret ❜ | ( conversation. )

*/ ❛ imogen

Imogen took a step backward. It wasn’t the other’s words that made her step away, but the sight of ice spreading across metal lockers. Raw power. Imogen had seen magic in action before, but nothing like this. This seemed not to be a deliberate act, but a reflex. She was a bit afraid. “I just… I wasn’t looking when I walked your way,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

EMBARRASSMENT IN BLUE EYES / genuine remorse hidden behind the usually collected exterior. they began to rub their own hands together, as discreetly as they could, behind their own back - ; an attempt to downplay what the other witnessed.

❝ no, no -- ❞ eira muttered, trying to hold a hand out to placate the stranger, ❝ it’s nothing you should be sorry for, it’s just -- ❞ a second pause as she continued to try and collect herself to a presentable level ❝ -- there’s a lot going on right now. you shouldn’t of had to seen that . . .❞

#*/ ❛ but then the winter happens like a secret ❜ | ( conversation. )

*/ ❛pandora‌. ❜

IF PANDORA notices the narrowed eyes, they don’t show so outwardly - demeanor still all giggles and clumsily reorganizing the supplies that they had. “oh it is, isn’t it? i like to have options,” they say, pulling out even more shades of teal from within their bag. “well my father certainly learned that making mistakes gets you nowhere good, didn’t he? and raising a child is hardly a herculean task.” they replied, breaking out into a fresh wave of laughter.

“whichever is easiest, your highness.” this time a peel of laughter didn’t follow, the giggles ceasing for a moment as they considered eira silently. “oh that’s why you’re in art class! because you’re a princess, right? and like drawing on the walls while locked in a tower or admiring a statue of a prince in a cave - or whatever?”

EIRA NODDED ONLY HALF LISTENING, it didn’t really pertain to her -- did it? the isle children probably weren’t going to be kept around long, not the ones with such a vinegar attitude, so she kept it civil out of necessity and nothing less. for when you are a walking blizzard, you learn that keeping your emotions centered and grounded in reality is far more important than any personal pride.

❝ wrong fairytale. ❞ blunt statement, laughed off politely, neither confirming nor denying the princess part; not wishing to flaunt her lot in front of people she knew whom had very little ❝ i’m actually a music major -- i play the first chair for violin in the orchestra actually,❞ she did her best to steer the conversation in their favour, ❝ i'm just here for credits really, i presume you enjoy art? you seem extremely well prepared. ❞

#*/ ❛ but then the winter happens like a secret ❜ | ( conversation. )#*/ ❛ pandora ❜ | ( 001. )

*/ ❛ alex.❜

“ we’ve got a brainiac over here, huh ?? “ alex questioned, shrugging her shoulders. the brunette had never experienced someone as cold poised as eira before, but that didn’t stop alex from disliking her the same. back home, alex would have handled someone with her attitude the same way alex handled everyone who caused her massive amounts of annoyance: fist fights near the plank. however, auradon was different. the fighting was sneakier. the blows weren’t immediate and physical, but were rather subtle and verbal. if you blinked, you would miss them. “ can i give you a little tip, blondie ?? trigonometry won’t stop someone from beating the daylight out of you. “ taking her jacket off one arm, she rolled up her sleeve to reveal a black circular mark around her arm. “ do you know what this is, blondie ?? “

A SNEER IS AN ODD EXPRESSION that doesn’t quite neatly fit on eira’s face, it’s unpractised, & raw & so unlike eira’s usual temperament. it is however, at least, still as cold as eira usually is, still as indifferent and withheld. just now with added distaste. people fight with pleasantries in a country filled to the brim with royalty, and even a slight deviance throws eira off her careful balance of character.

❝ i don’t need math to protect myself. or anyone but myself, thank you. but i’m not interested in whatever they teach you on the isle. ❞ words calculated and slow, each syllable fully sounded in ice and snow, she at least manages to keep a lid on her calm, the temperature of the room barely faltering ❝ nor any of the scars gained from your less than helpful tips. ❞

#*/ ❛ alex ❜ | ( 001. )#*/ ❛ but then the winter happens like a secret ❜ | ( conversation. )

*/ ❛ophelia.❜

“ as if i’d ever turn down a trip to arendelle, ” ophelia chuckled. it was no secret, especially to eira, probably, that the princess adored arendelle — everything was beautiful & the ski resorts were like none other — there was no one like elsa, after all. “ that’s a yes. ” if it wasn’t obvious enough, which it probably was. after a moment, she spoke up once more. “ we’re not gonna have to actually ski, will we ? because i mean, i’ll try, but i can’t promise i won’t embarrass you or something. ”

HALF SMILE BLOSSOMED. the manufactured smile growing, blooming, like a flower. for once, something genuine, a real expression of the relief flooding through the blonde. hands pressed together, folding neatly in front of eira.

❝ oh thank goodness ❞ eira replied through a light sigh, ❝ but no you don’t have to ski if you don’t want too -- - but there’s really nothing better than the untouched snow at the first light of dawn. five -- that isn’t too early for you, is it ? ❞

#*/ ❛ ophelia ❜ | ( 001. )#*/ ❛ but then the winter happens like a secret ❜ | ( conversation. )

We raise our cups.

*/ ❛ we raise our cups —— is your muse the type to persevere no matter what, or do they give up easily? ❜

eira is pretty hard wearing in certain circumstances ; she would never say she gives in easy, she has strong morals that she holds dear to herself, but she does know when she’s fighting a losing battle, and that sometimes giving in is the only way that they can succeed. instead of being emotionally driven, she is logical in her thought pattern, and will not persevere if the odds look bad in her favour.

take for example, her love for the sea and her wish to go sailing. it is a desire she has had for five years, and despite no longer being under her parents watchful eye, she continues to bide by their rules, and not pursue her dream -- not because she’s given up on it per sé, but because she’s assessed that acting now wouldn’t be smart.

so instead of giving up or persevering, she stays seeping, waiting, her goals the hidden part of the iceberg waiting for the titanic time to strike.

#*/ ❛ winter winds howling; a swirling storm inside ❜ | ( about. )#*/ ❛ kingdom of isolation; i am the queen ❜ | ( ask. )#hxhook

*/ ❛ khuno ❜

Khuno looked up in confusion. He almost hadn’t realized anyone could hear him. “I…. I don’t know yet,” he said, looking up at the blonde. “I mean… I’m trying to find the right words,” he confessed. He sighed once more. “Thank you though,” he finally said, smiling up at her.

A SLOW NOD; eira may not have understood the other situations’ in the slightest, but she at least did try. she glanced away, her mental schedule being completely thrown out the window. she could apologise later, but making a good, helpful first impression was now much more important to eira.

❝oh are you writing a poem ? a song ? ❞ eira questioned, stepping closer with every question. ❝ you know, i’m pretty good with words. i read a many dictionaries in my childhood. what kind of words are you searching for ? ❞

#*/ ❛ KHUNO ❜ | ( 001. )#*/ ❛ but then the winter happens like a secret ❜ | ( conversation. )

*/ ❛ pandora. ❜

HALF ASLEEP & drinking a nicked coffee from a nearby cafe, pandora stumbled into class and over the nearest workstation. a half-hearted grin was thrown the way of their classmate as they plopped down, chugging the rest of their drink as they did so. “thank you so so much,” they said, mimicking the voices of various princesses that they had overheard in what surely came across as mocking gratitude. they started pulling supplies out, allowing their things to spill across the tabletop. “no, we haven’t. i’m pandora, you can call me any of the following: dora, pandora, panic jr, little demon, the half-asleep half-drunk demon in your art class.” and then they slapped the hand in a sideways high-five and broke off into giggles.

ICE NARROWS cold blue eyes were as skeptical as always , perhaps eira’s voice was an octave lower than the rest of her fellow nobility, but the mocking nature indicated a personality eira knew she would clash heads with. eventually. perhaps she was just getting ahead of herself with her distaste ( or rather worded, hesitancy ) for the children of the isle.

❝ that sure is quite a list you have there . ❞ she remarked, words acting simply as pleasantries really, ❝ your parents must have been awfully busy and blessed with incredible foresight, ❞ it’s the best eira can do at a light hearted joke as she pulled back her hand, ❝ do you have an -- ah -- preference amongst all of those ? ❞

#*/ ❛ pandora ❜ | ( 001. )#*/ ❛ but then the winter happens like a secret ❜ | ( conversation. )#eira out here w an entire stick up her ass

*/ ❛ @chcmistrys ❜ | ( closed starter. )

EDGE OF THE LOCKER FROSTED / a thin sheet of ice immediately spreading across the top of the emerald lockers eira was standing by. it was an embarassing reaction, especially with how poorly magic is deemed in the united states of auradon. eira was most deffinitely flustered, evident from the sweep of pink across cheeks, but not from the accidental ice magic -- but the fact she’s in such a mental state right now that she could even be shocked. the most un-lady like thing she’s done in years, ( other than maybe her almost fist fight last week.)

❝ gods!❞ eira exclamed, her frost veiled hand moving towards her chest, ❝ did your parents never tell you not to sneak up on people ?❞

#this was in my drafts for a whire jfjfjjf oops also if this doesn't work pls just say !!!#*/ ❛ but then the winter happens like a secret ❜ | ( conversation. )

vordenburg

Phoebe Frost + Being a mood and serving looks

#miss eira i'm free on thursday. if you're free on thursday and would like to be my girlfriend please be my girlfriend on thursday #*/ ❛ made of ice and all things nice ❜ | ( visage. )

*/ ❛ @odvttes ❜ | ( closed starter. )

SHE’S MOVING IN A HALF STEP. caught somewhere in between a walk and a run, but most definitely not a jog. a sharp balance between having a dire dislike of ever being tardy, as well as not wanting to cause a scene as they moved through the crowds. ❝ my apologies, odette ! ❞ words moved as franticly as her limbs, an apologetic smile gracing their features as they finally slowed down to a pause in front of the mahogany table they had previously decided to meet at for their group project. ❝ you won’t believe what happened at the strings meeting today, i’m so sorry for the inconvenience -- i hope these snowball cookies will amend it ? ❞

#*/ ❛ but then the winter happens like a secret ❜ | ( conversation. )#ok a gif wont upload rn so : // we'll see if it will when this storm passes !#also if smth doesn't work feel free 2 just shout know !!#*/ ❛ @odette ❜ | ( 001. )

*/ ❛ @opheliarider ❜ | ( closed starter. )

LIPS TAUGHT IN A SMILE. the light laughter that floated along the wind was not entirely genuine, then, nothing ever really was in auradon. polished and practised was just another word for manufactured, and as much as eira might wish to disagree, their desire to fit in amongst royalty triumphed. ❝ ophelia, do you have a second ? ❞ eira prefaced, ❝ you see, i was considering planning a weekend excursion to arendelle if you happened to be available -- well there’s a grand opening of a new ski trail. ❞ of which eira knew she most likely would have to be there for said opening; but if she made it a trip it seemed like something more than just noble duties.

#*/ ❛ ophelia ❜ | ( 001. )#*/ ❛ but then the winter happens like a secret ❜ | ( conversation. )#pls lmk if this doesn't work ! also feel free 2 not matchthe length at all im just chara building in my mind n what not !

*/ ❛ @tcilandtrcuble ❜ | ( closed starter. )

NERVES FILTER THROUGH ICE BLUES. eira paused around three paces away from the space at the table, the crowded dining hall was ... busy to say the least. and it would be unbecoming of a noble to eat in private to avoid confrontation. or so they told themselves as they mustered their voice, which they were fully well aware of how bitingly cold it often came across as ❝ pardon the intrusion, but -- - is this seat free ? ❞

#*/ ❛ but then the winter happens like a secret ❜ | ( conversation. )#*/ ❛ blanche ❜ | ( 001. )

*/ ❛ @oflostdreamers ❜ | ( closed starter. )

NEATLY ARRANGED& spotless described the state of eira’s work station, and incredibly early described her existence in relation to the starting time of the class. they had quickly come to learn that getting places early meant not having to deal with people in the same way. it’s a polite smile on her features as eira leant down to move her satchel close to her seat, ❝ oh, sorry, let me just move this out of your way -- . ❞ sitting back up, they returned to perfect posture that could make a statue jealous, she offered out a hand, ❝ i don’t think we’ve met before, i’m eira. ❞

#i thot maybe they'd have like. . . . crossover art classes . . . if this doesn't work tho lmk !#*/ ❛ but then the winter happens like a secret ❜ | ( conversation. )#*/ ❛ pandora ❜ | ( 001. )

*/ ❛ @audrcyrose ❜ | ( closed starter. )

LIPS PUCKERED; pursing; thinking. head tilting slightly to the left, center, to the right. it’s usual for artists to be highly critical of their own work, the fact that such work would correlate to a grade in mere hours didn’t help to quiet the rising frustration in the pit of her stomach. ❝ audrey, you know i trust your sense of style above anything else, ❞ shaking hands turned the canvas around, a loose smile that cracked at the edges half hidden behind the watercolour iceberg, ❝ would you mind giving an honest opinion ? ❞

#*/ ❛ but then the winter happens like a secret ❜ | ( conversation. )#*/ ❛ audrey ❜ | ( 001. )

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