reckless behaviour

♔ crown princess elsa of sweden. all girls wanna be like that, bad girls underneath like that, you know how i'm feeling inside !! somethin' bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman, somethin' bout you boy

[trappedinanotherliferp]

“  Tell me about it. That sounds so nice! It doesn’t snow for very long in Pyongyang, but despite what other countries say. The North is a wonderful, prosperous, and very beautiful place. There’s always dancing and laughing……you should come visit sometime as my guest…I……don’t have very many friends. Um……what is there to do here…for fun?”

[elsasahlen-blog]

     ‘ snow is lovely; i should be sick of it by now but i still love it. oh, i see ? it doesn’t so much sound like that from what we hear about it out here. i’d like to visit, actually, that’d be nice ! there’s heaps to do here if you’re into outdoorsy stuff. swimming, kayaking, archery— camping stuff like that. ’

[trappedinanotherliferp]

“ Would you sing in the mountains too? Alright I um…I’ll stop.  I know how you feel though. My father used to tell us, that we had power, because we were descended from Gods. Naturally, I was disappointed when I found out I didn’t have any powers. So, tell me what is is like…where you’re from?”

[elsasahlen-blog]

     ‘ definitely— it sounds like a fun time. dang, that is pretty disappointing ! having some godly kinds of powers would be rather nice. oh, sweden’s nice. can be very cold, very snowy. lots of reindeer and nice furniture. the people are reserved and keep to themselves. nice place. what about your home ? ’

[romeofm]

“ true though, vodka is a part of me and we are never breaking up. ” arianne laughs and plays with a strand of the girl’s hair. “ the cutest and no one compares, because we’re also the craziest. ”

[elsasahlen-blog]

     ‘ i could say the same about bacardi. and malibu. and... alcohol, let’s just say. ’ elsa lets out another short chuckle, relaxing more on her friend’s shoulder. ‘ of course we’re crazy— we’re royal. goes with the territory. ’

[ofsoupboy]

“Difficult is a good word for it. Wouldn’t your family be angry at you for leaving? My parents would have my head. That’s too bad, could’ve made this place more interest. My name’s Camdyn actually not little blondie.”

[elsasahlen-blog]

     ‘ probably... they’d probably prefer me to stay here as there’s less chance of getting in the media for doing something moronic. damn— ireland sounds intense. wait, no ! scotland. i’m bad with accents. my mistake, camdyn. ’

[trappedinanotherliferp]

“Like the snow princess? Do you have magical ice powers too?….Kidding, I um I’m sure you’ve never heard that one before. its lovely to meet you. “

[elsasahlen-blog]

     ‘ exactly. and no, i wish ! it’d be awesome. i’d build so many cool ice palaces. but yes, i do get that one a lot. it’s lovely to meet you too. ’

[winnie-nightwood-deactivated201]

“i did. i bake when the staff allows me into the kitchens at home. i hate being in the way.” della bites into a pickle before returning the food to her bag, grimacing at the sourness of taste. now off putting. 

[elsasahlen-blog]

     ‘ i get you. the staff always cringed when i came into the kitchen, i was always messing something up. ’ elsa chuckles lightly at the memory of setting off several smoke alarms while simply trying to bake cookies as a teenager. 

[elsasahlen-blog]

i’ll be on els, daria & sev later, hi to new ppl that i haven’t met yet i’m kalle and if u want plots with my children hmu :~)

[lvstiism]

resting his back against one of the trees, he moved his fingers over the strings, humming softly a song he was trying to finish. for a moment, ikyeol looked over at the lake, before focusing on his guitar and the notebook resting on his lap.

[elsasahlen-blog]

     ‘ sounds nice. ’ elsa mutters, walking around the back of the tree. following the familiar sound of an unfinished song being strummed, she’d found the boy looking down with a expression of concentration. ‘ this is a good spot for musical inspiration. ’

[trappedinanotherliferp]

“…..Right……um, so what about this Tumblr then? I’ve heard that one is the most difficult to categorize as its everywhere in terms of content.”

[elsasahlen-blog]

     ‘ hm, i don’t really use it. it sounds nice, though. sounds like it has a bit of everything combined. oh— elsa of sweden, by the way. ’

[romeofm]

“ it is possible, you seem to be less stupid shit now that you’re mostly sober. ” she shot a faint smile at the brunette. “ yeah &mash; yeah we’re both here for each other, its cute. ”

[elsasahlen-blog]

     ‘ well, drug sober, at least. i’m not giving up alcohol— giving up vodka would be like giving up myself. ’ she chuckles awkwardly, resting her head on the other princesses’ shoulder. ‘ we’re the cutest, totally. ’

[lili-sharman]

[elsasahlen-blog]

falliingslowly:

✿  princess elsa sahlén of sweden

[romeofm]

“ yeah well, you know i wouldn’t have called you a whore if you didn’t say stupid shit like that, elsa. ” a faint smile comes across arianne’s face, as she wipes the tears off the girl’s face. “ you know i’m here for you, always.” she cocks her head “ no matter what stupid shit you pull ! ”

[elsasahlen-blog]

     ‘ yeah; i know, i know. ’ the princess frowns, frustrated at herself more than arianne. ‘ thank you, ari. i’ll try to limit the stupid shit— if it’s possible. i’m here for you too, but i hope you already know that. ’ elsa smiles sadly at her friend.

[jordalinebyrd]

Vodka. Because 14 shots tasted better than thought of you loving someone that wasn’t me.

Jordyn Byrd — (The boy who stole my innocence)

[trappedinanotherliferp]

“ We’re not oppressive, we simply take control of what we let into our country. Though, there are some downsides. Still…at least here, I can experience it. Might I ask why?”

[elsasahlen-blog]

     ‘ i’ll stick with oppressive. yeah, now you get to experience the other side ! facebook’s just a hive for the unintelligent to post their shitty opinions. awful. definitely go with twitter instead. ’

[romeofm]

“ then why the fuck would you say you did ? ” arianne raised her eyebrows, giving a look of disgust for also confuse. “ well it clearly seems like you want to when you make up bullshit like that and parade it around. ” elsa’s words stung, it felt venemous. “ fuck, okay — i’m sorry, elsa. you know i don’t mean it when i talk about your addiction like that, im sorry ! ”

[elsasahlen-blog]

     ‘ i was just trying to get you mad. i don’t react rationally when my friends call me a whore, naturally. ’ elsa glowers at the other girl, before her expression turns softer. ‘ it’s fine. don’t worry about it. i’m sorry too. i’m just so grumpy lately, being sober is just god awful. ’ she lets her gaze trail on the floor.

[queenemilywrites]

       grace had to glare at elsa for that. ‘ maybe he’s not worth it to you, ‘ she said, as though that were some kind of insult. her mouth clamped shut the moment she realised what she’d said - what it meant. it sounded almost like she gave a fuck about him, which - she didn’t, damn it. a pause, horror flitting over her face for half a second before her desperate attempt to sound uncaring. ‘ i don’t much like sharing my toys. ‘ (nailed it?)

[elsasahlen-blog]

     elsa raises one eyebrow quizzically. that was the first time she’d heard grace say something even slightly insinuating that she may actually care for him. the shadow that passed over the girl’s face showed she was aware of what she’d said. ‘ no ? it’s a good thing he isn’t your toy, then. ’ elsa says, wearing a slightly apprehensive look. ‘ his brother’s hotter, anyway. ’ 

[queenemilywrites]

        grace scowled, before quickly schooling her expression into smugness. ‘ that’s the thing, though. i don’t need anyone’s help for that. i can get him all on my own. ‘ or at least she could, before she ditched him without so much as a goodbye. now - well, she’s not quite as sure.

[elsasahlen-blog]

     elsa lets out a resigned sigh. ‘ fuck, whatever. i don’t even know if he’s worth all this bullshit. ’ when it came down to it, two old friends were fighting over one boy— incessantly and relentlessly. but the part of her that couldn’t quite let him go was spurring her on, wanting her to fight.