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âWhat is this I hear about wielding keys as swords?â
arenbelle:
âWhat. No! No, you havenât said anything impolite!â
Not unless sheâd missed them herself, which admittedly could be.
âWell, youâre standing right in front of one, surprise!â Anna couldnât help but laugh. She was getting used to the idea that some were just as excited to see her as she was to see them. Still, the very thought that somehow he and herself shared some sort of common experience felt⊠unlikely. Listening on, Anna hummed along, nodding, laughing, and responding in kind as Edward, âThank you, thank you- youâre totally just- youâre really awesome. You know, youâre always welcome to visit if you ever find yourself in our neck of the woods. I can only hope youâll have me when I come to Andalasia myself!â
It felt nice that it was even an option now.
But as the laughter settled and the two of them settled into a momentary peaceful silence, Anna felt her heart rate increase again, sensing something⊠odd about the tension of the interaction. Weird.
âFate? Like, destiny?â Anna chewed at her lip, âItâs a beautiful idea, I want it to be real. But⊠Iâm not so sure anymore. Tell me, how about yourself?â
Edward sighed of relief at her assurance. Looking hopeful as the princess spoke. Nodding at her invitation. âOf course! Youâll get the full royal treatment, a friend of the prince...Just uh.....Donât mind the villagers. They might assume things but nonetheless youâll have a personal chamber and maids and only the best music. Oh I an see it now....âÂ
âYou must try the grey stuff its delicious, believe me ask the witches.âÂ
At her mention of Destiny, a neigh could be heard behind the trees. He could feel the blood running through his veins faster, making his palms slightly itchy. A small frown on his face forming at her minor doubt.Â
âOh fate is a strong force, it brings everybody together! The thread between you and me has shown but its up to us to see what is weaved but from what I can see....A beautiful tapestry is in the works. Princess Anna...Do not doubt it, fate works in mysterious ways trust me I know. I thought my road winded for another but alas i was left with heartbreak but also hope.â
nicelandwrecker:
     â uh, iâve never been a fan of chocolate. so iâd say the one with the rabbit on it, i guess. â
âI see you prefer the natural flavors that natureâs splendor provides. An excellent choice my friend! Trix it is.â
âI need your opinion my friend. Trix or......âÂ
âCount Chocula?â
arenbelle:
Andalasia?Â
Geography wasnât Annaâs strong suit, but she couldnât say sheâd ever even heard of Andalasia before. Then again, Annaâd never been anywhere but territory surrounding the kingdom in which she lived. Her memory just wasnât sharp enough to pick up on all the different far off lands.
âNot unless thatâs inside of Arendalle.â Anna shrugged, posture curving into a more comfortable slouch, âIâŠ. donât get out much, I donât think I even know where Andalasia is.â
âO-Oh, right- names. Of course, yeah!â And as it seemed, titles too. âIâm Anna of Arendalle. Princess, actually. I am Anna, Princess of Arendalle.â
A prince, huh?
A princess huh....
Wait a moment.....
âPRINCESS?! Oh forgive any impolite words I must have spoke your highness.â He back up and give her a deeper bow, lingering on his angled form before raising once again.Â
âIâve never met a true princess before......My mother she- Itâs a story for another time, my goodness! Anna! Such a beautiful name rolls off my tongue. For the first time in forever...I finally meet someone who understands what I may have been through.â
He nods and claps his hand, pausing for a moment as he tried to remember Arrendale though it was to no avail.
 âThough I never heard of such a country, I can trust that if your its princess it must be a beautiful land..ad to not toot my own horn but Andalasia has its beauty too. Forests and meadows green as emeralds, connected to white beaches and warm seas as blue as sapphires. Itâs a land where stories are told and songs are sung.âÂ
He paused once more and extended a step before retracting it.Â
âTell me. Do you believe in fate?â
âKisses are treasured symbols of love not meant to be given willy nilly!â
arenbelle:
Oh.
Oh there it was.
A smile. A kiss? Well it was just a courtesy, Anna was sureâŠ
Anna knew herself to be something of a weak person when it came to the charms of another- and she now knew better than to allow herself to fall for a dashing smile and a kind word. Still⊠she couldnât help but feel her heart skip a beat as his eyes glanced up at her from her hand.
âIs it really that obvious?â Anna chuckled, âI love to sing, but I donât think Iâm all that great at it. But I canât stand depressing music. Itâs too doom and gloom for me.â
âI guess⊠I like my songs the best.â
âIt takes one to know one, lass. Your entire atmosphere hums with a song not yet sung.âÂ
Edward grinned when his eyes met hers, blue upon blue like the ocean meeting the sky. Their meeting the horizon, a gateway to a fantastic adventure. As she spoke, he nodded in agreement, arms crossed listening intently at the girl.Â
âThe way you speak...Tell me. Are you from Andalasia? For the words they sound like the kind spoken by the people of my land! Oh! I must know your name and only after that I want to know your song.âÂ
âAs for myself, I am Edward. Prince of Andalasia!âÂ
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âOh woah,â Anna marveled, attracted to the voice of this stranger, âYouâre beautiful.â
It took Anna a moment to notice that what came out and what she was thinking were two separate thoughts. She couldnât just say something like that- it was fine to think, but sheâd like to think that sheâd gained some level of impulse control over the past few weeks.
Unfortunately, Anna was just not quite there yet.Â
The man was handsome, she couldnât deny that, but flirting was certainly not on the agenda after everything sheâd been through recently. She just had wanted to pay the guy a compliment, but now he was going to receive a whole show and dance as she tried to fix the situation because she got too deep.
âW-Wait- youâre not beautiful, itâs your voice. Thatâs beautiful. The singing. Yeah. I-I mean youâre not bad to look at, itâs just⊠yeah, you have a wonderful singing voice and your face- uhâŠâ Anna fanned herself nervously, kicking herself for this, âThatâs fine too.â
It caught his ears immediately, her voice quiet but in awe. Of him of course and thought brought nothing but a smile and warm feelings to the prince. That lasted a cool minute until reality caught her and she seemed to stumble upon her words. Which in her own personal bewilderment Edward found to be quite charming.Â
âOne. Thank you for your kind words and if I may add.â He ambled closer to the girl and bowed, flashing her one of his classic smiles. Once he rose, a gloved hand caught her hand and kissed the back of it.Â
âYour face is uh....Fine too.â Tell me though! Your voice, I can tell that you have a melody in your heart ready to let go. Whatâs your favorite? Songs of heroes? Romantic ones? Melencholy music that seems to bring out the ire of those who hears it?â
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âȘ IIIIIII--Iâm hooked on a feeling âȘ
     THE YOUNGER FAIRY RUNS OFF ! In pursuit the Queen buzzes through the street, wings beating in a furious frenzy until she comes to an abrupt stop. Nearly colliding with a pedestrian in the process. The pixie seems to be keen on the male in question as she flutters around his larger frame with certain intrigue.
      â Baby Tooth, what did I say about running off ! Itâs not safe to wander around here. â With a sigh the younger fairy is taken into her grasp and with a light peck upon her forehead all is forgiven. â Iâm sorry for the trouble, usually she isnât like this. â Addressing the stranger, the statement was not exactly a complete truth but the Guardian did wish it be so.
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âOh goodness!âÂ
Edward exclaimed as the tiny sprite flutters towards him. A gentle smile on his face as she curiously hovers to his face. She was like unlike any fairies he has seen before. As he was about to raise a hand to greet her, another form flies towards him.Â
âGoodness once again.â The newer person looked just like the fairy but much larger. It instantly hit him. Edward bowed, rising up to full grace with his usual charming grin.Â
âOh no worries your majesty. Tell me. Is it normal for a queen of fairies to travel by her lonesome?â
zehoberianÂ
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I have more of us.
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âWe are not our parents.â
âI had a love once. Her voice caught my ears and I remember she smelled like flowers and skin warmer then a spring sun. I wanted to marry her and i almost did. One day I lost her, and when I did found her she was with somebody who made her happy. Her true love. Iâm happy for her and I still wonder how she is doing.â
greatseedling:
It was the sort of day where the window would rouse the leaves of the trees- making natureâs sweet, sweet music. The birds were singing along, fluttering their wings in a happy dance. They landed perched on a tree branch next to her, in peace, only to be started at a strange manâs voice-
Oh, royalty!
She rested her cheek against a branch, beaming down at the man. What a lovely face, and a friendly voice.Â
âA lord of the land.â Martel hummed, tucking a strand of long ember hair behind her ear, eyes wide with wonder, âIâm afraid Iâm a little bit stuck. I was trying to climb up to a bird nest, but my skirt got caught on a branch. Iâm sorry, but surely a man of your stature could aid me?â
âMy goodness. You are stuck in quite a conundrum huh? but fret not sweet lady!âÂ
Edward shouted as he climbed the tree, gloved hands graces the branches and boughs. Climbing at an incredulous speed until his eyes locks with hers.Â
âH-hello. Iâm Edward. King of this land. I donât think Iâve seen you before. May I know the name of the woman I am saving> If only for good manners. âÂ
He flashed her a smile as he untangled her skirt from the clinging branch. His other hand supporting himself on the trunk.Â
casettawaiter
âHaha! Watch out peasant! The forest is dangerous today! There is a troll afoot and if you do not want to be dinner I suggest you hide. If you feel the earth a rumbling, Iâd take a running. Unless...âÂ
âAre you too here for the sport my friend? How are you with ropes?â