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                                INTRODUCING HER MAJESTY                                                              QUEEN ELSA OF ARENDELLE                                   ELDEST DAUGHTER OF KING AGNARR & QUEEN IDUNA  

you do not want to be here. everything in you tells you to go back home, to your kingdom and to the safety of your walls — where no one will find out your secret. however, the kingdom insisted you be kept safe should something befall them, for they can’t lose you the way they lost your parents. you’re biding your time until you can go home, but something about the island calls you.

basic information...

name: elsa àrnadalr

title: queen elsa of arendelle

age: twenty-six

birth date: december 21st

orientation: biromantic + demisexual

gender: cis female (she/her)

kingdom of origin: arendelle

lives in: ethereal heights

physical appearance...

hair: light blonde, almost white

eyes: blue

skin: pale, with a light dusting of freckles

height: 5′8

build: slim

faceclaim: milena tscharntke

personality...

positive traits: compassionate, protective, elegant

negative traits: anxious, insecure, lonely

zodiac sign: sagittarius

mbti: infj

temperament: melancholic 

family tree...

father: king agnarr àrnadalr †

mother: queen iduna àrnadalr †

sibling(s): princess anna àrnadalr

favorites...

food: white chocolate truffles

drink: riesling or hot chocolate

colors: blue, white, purple

weather: gentle snowfall

animal: horse

hobby: reading

flower(s): snowdrops, lupine

scent(s): vanilla, spruce, crisp morning air

background...

elsa was born on a winter solstice amidst the worst snow storm arendelle had seen in a century. deep snow piles trapped everyone inside and fierce winds threatened to tear the roofs off their homes. It raged late into the night, until the cry of king agnarr and queen iduna’s first child echoed through the castle and brought it to a standstill. the northern lights lit up the dark for the young princess and her parents knew from that moment on that she would be special. It’s been said that none of the thirteen kingdoms have as deep a connection to the magic that runs through the land as arendelle — a claim that proved to ring true the night of elsa’s birth.

the king and queen tried to keep their eldest daughter’s magic a secret from anyone outside the family, but elsa’s powers only grew as she got older. what began as a flurry of snowflakes that erupted from her sneezes quickly developed into intricate ice patterns that could cover whole rooms and gentle snowfalls that appeared with just a wave of her hand. her parents were certain that she would become a powerful queen one day, and her little sister absolutely idolized her. she and anna were as close as could be and known among the castle staff for sneaking out of bed to play for hours into the night. it was on one of those midnight adventures that elsa learned just how dangerous her magic could be.

one poorly aimed icy blast nearly killed her sister and left elsa horrified with herself. any memory of her powers were wiped from anna’s mind, the only trace left of the incident being a streak of white in her hair. nothing was the same after that night. per the trolls’ advice, agnarr and iduna reduced their staff, closed the palace off, and separated the sisters indefinitely. her parents said it was just until she learned to master her magic, but that day never came. as the years passed, the control she had over her powers only worsened. the king procured enchanted gloves to help, but they couldn’t always be relied on to contain her icy outbursts. elsa learned to live through the multitude of books that lined her walls and a singular window that served as her only access to the outside world.

she was nineteen when her parents sailed away on a trip and never came back. when she heard the news, a part of her died with them. her heart broke and it took a month for the ice to recede from the walls of her room. in the years that followed, elsa dedicated herself to her studies. she memorized and perfected everything she’d need as arendelle’s future ruler. since her coronation, she’s become known through the thirteen kingdoms as a reserved, but kind queen. the mystery of her gloves became the source of rumors at the beginning of her reign, but by now her people have learned not to question their queen about it.

when a darkness began to plague the lands, queen elsa sent her sister to ahtohallan for protection. as much as it felt like she was pushing anna away again, it was also an opportunity to provide the younger girl with the freedom she’d craved for years. when the mysterious plague reached their borders, arendelle’s council of elders voted to send their queen to the island as well. elsa strongly protested the decision, but they refused to risk losing her.

currently...

the entire situation has set her on edge and each day she hopes to hear that she’s free to return to arendelle — to the safety of her castle, where she can better protect her secret. although she knows anna hopes that ahtohallan will be their chance to reconnect, elsa still fears that getting close will only end with her sister hurt again. she longs for her kingdom to call its queen home, but instead she’s begun to feel a strange calling to the island. a pull north that she can’t explain and refuses to acknowledge.

miscellaneous headcanons...

monarchs are already rather unapproachable, but elsa maintains a particularly icy persona. although her citizens describe their queen as having cold eyes and a warm heart, outsiders to the kingdom know her as a reclusive young ruler who has yet to be seen without a pair of gloves. before arriving in ahtohallan, elsa had seldom left arendelle — preferring instead to send out diplomats and dignitaries, thus remaining in largely a mystery even to other royals.

getting close to a person as antisocial as elsa is no easy task. she rarely breaches the boundary between polite friendliness and true friendship, and is quick to shut down any romantic overtures; whether they be made out of political ambition or genuine interest. though that is not to say that some have not managed to chip away at the ice around her heart. honeymarren nattura, a particularly interesting young woman from the mysterious land north of arendelle, is one such lucky soul. she helped elsa settle in on the island and has secured the elusive status of one of the young queen’s few friends.

although elsa is not bothered by the cold, the same cannot be said for the heat. during the summer months she finds herself feeling a little rundown and on the hottest days she is forced to stay inside lest she fall ill.

while it’s well known that arendelle’s princess loves anything loaded with sugar, elsa’s sweet tooth is a secret that only her sister and the palace staff are privy to. despite her love of chocolate, she does still try to maintain a balanced diet and save sweets as occasional treats. elsa doesn’t have a very strong appetite and it was not uncommon for her advisor, kai, to have to repeatedly remind the queen to eat.

when people across the thirteen kingdoms first began fleeing to ahtohallan, word immediately spread that many power magic users had found that their powers seemingly disappeared when they arrived. something about the island’s spirits keeping the peace and weakening anyone they deemed a threat. as anxious as elsa had been when she was finally sent to ahtohallan, there was a sliver of hope in her that when she stepped foot on its dark shores the island would strip her of her magic as well. unfortunately, her curse (as she views it) is still a part of her and the gloves stay on.

[frozcnheart]

One thing in particular that Elsa missed about her home was the Arendellian royal library. It contained hundreds, if not thousands, of books that the young queen had spent much of her adolescence reading. Growing up confined to her bedroom nearly every day meant she’d had access to few forms of entertainment. The historical texts, biographies, and novels housed within the castle’s library had eventually lined the walls of her own room, as she devoured each and every word as her only connection to the outside world. Unfortunately, her new estate in Ahtohallan lacked any of the tomes from back home and its bookshelves in desperate need of filling. 

With how infrequent her trips around Avalon Village were in the few weeks since her arrival, Elsa had yet to pay the Myth Smith a visit. However, after hearing that they’d recently received a new shipment of books from the latest supply ship, Elsa had immediately made plans to stop by. The shop in question was a decent size with a far greater selection of books than she’d expected. As soon as she walked in she was greeted by the woody, almost musty scent of old pages — a comfort in a foreign land.

She perused the shelves, gloved hands clasped in front of her as she searched for anything of interest. Perhaps Anna would be interested in something as well? Elsa knew her sister enjoyed romance novels, though she herself had little experience with reading them and wasn’t sure which to pick for Anna. Some she thought sounded far too cliché, while others she worried the younger girl may have already read. “Excuse me,” Elsa called out to the shop’s attendant. She gestured to the shelves labeled ‘romance’, “Would you happen to have any recommendations amongst these?”

@alicexdodgson​

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

She had a look of suffering and I was struck less by her beauty than by the extraordinary loneliness in her eyes.

Mikhail Bulgakov

[frozcnheart]

opcndoorpolicy​:

“Elsa!” Spinning to face her, with only a minor loss of balance, Anna smiled shyly at her sister as she tried to figure out what to say. It was still difficult to figure out how she was supposed to act without a door between them. Elsa was perfectly courteous, well mannered, no matter how distant she was. Things between them would only be as awkward as Anna made them, she knew that, but she herself was and awkward person. And as the silence stretched on the situation was becoming so very awkward.

“Um, hi,” Clearing her throat, Anna gave a fork one last nudge just a quarter of an inch to the left before moving to stand by her own chair, “I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so…I did a little bit of everything. Not that I made it, I mean, obviously the chef did…but it was my idea! And they always say it’s the thought that counts…right?”

She’d always been entertained by Anna’s endless energy. The little bounce in her step, the way she positively lit up when talking to most anyone — which only made it all the more amusing to watch the younger girl try to act prim and proper in her presence. The fidgeting was no doubt a symptom of Anna’s nerves when around Elsa, which in itself was a result of the wall she built up between them. Things could never go back to the way it was when they were children, but Elsa still tried her best to not treat her sister coldly. Distant and withdrawn perhaps, but never austere.

Following Anna’s lead, Elsa took her seat. “I’m sure it will be lovely,” The corners of her lips flickered upwards once more, hopeful that her reassurance would help calm the other’s worries. Another beat of silence fell upon them. Elsa wondered if the meal would be a continuation of this polite, almost uncomfortable, small talk or if Anna’s proclivity for long tangents would put a stop to the awkward formalities. “How has your adjustment to the island been?”

[agathasdefender]

the soft creak of salt weathered boards mixed with the smell of the sea and the early morning white sun of winter made for a beautiful atmosphere for her routine pier walk. it wasn’t that she had set her schedule to coincide with the woman that came to greet the arrivals, but maybe her day had been mildly rearranged to invite beauty naturally into her life. the woman was simply part of her backdrop, but amelia had convinced herself that this morning was going to be different. instead of walking past her going one way before pausing to breathe the sea and going back to her boat to see how her day was going to go, she was going to take the woman a freshly brewed cup of biluochun, an earthy green tea sweetened with honey.

the woman wasn’t there every day, but she was there on this day, the sun glowing softly against her pale hair and features. She shined as the snow did, dazzling in the white scenes of winter.

heart pattered as softly as her footsteps, donning a smile across her face as she approached the woman. “hello, i brought you some tea.” nope, wrong way to start this, start over. “sorry, i just usually see you out here waiting for the ferry, to greet people that come off of it, and it gets rather cold out here on the pier.” she offered her a mug with a warm smile, hoping beyond anything else that the woman wouldn’t think she was too weird.

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[frozcnheart]

There was very little that a queen could do so far from home. Letters came and went too slowly for her kingdom to rely on her to make their decisions, and it wasn’t as though she had an important role on the island. Everyone in Avalon Village was waiting out the storm back on the mainland, hiding in their magical refuge while everyone else who couldn’t make it Ahtohallan dealt with the darkness. Guilt had rooted itself deep within her heart at a young age and feeling so miserable on an island everyone else considered a sanctuary only worsened her condition. The part of her that wanted nothing more than to lock herself away in her room like she had as a child was in conflict with her duty as Arendelle’s queen. Elsa could not just sit around, waiting until the day the council sent word that it was safe to return home. She needed to find a way to still help her people.

An icy gust of wind blew across the harbor, leaving everyone unlucky enough to be standing on the docks racked with shivers. Everyone, that is, but the Queen of Arendelle. She’d taken it upon herself to greet each Arendellian to the island. With little ability to rule so far from home and no political role to fulfill in Avalon Village, ensuring that her people were met with a familiar face and a reassurance that they’d be taken care of was the best Elsa could do. The most recent ship from her kingdom had arrived just as the sun peaked its golden head above the horizon, letting off a few fortunate passengers who told their queen of the worsening condition back home. It must have been at least an hour since the vessel’s departure, but Elsa couldn’t help but watch until it slipped past where the sea touched the sky. She was deep in thought when the older woman approached her. 

Startled, Elsa eyed the stranger skeptically. She looked vaguely familiar, but only as a face the queen had seen in passing a few times while visiting the port. “Oh, thank you,” Elsa took the mug hesitantly. She hadn’t noticed the cold, but thought it best not to mention it. “Do you work within the harbor then?”

[softestware-blog]

                                      It’s dangerous to wish I could make choices of my own.                                                                                 Dangerous to even have that thought.

                                                 and I’m dangerous just standing here for everyone to see.                                                           If I let go of rules who knows how dangerous I’d be?

[opcndoorpolicy]

It was just before dawn when Anna awoke with the horrible realization that she was in fact the world’s worst sister. Sure, Elsa had pushed her away, ignored her, and eventually banished her from the kingdom, but Anna had forgotten Elsa’s birthday! It was unforgivable, even if she had been moping around the estate before the elder sister had even arrived in Ahtohallan, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try to make up for it.

Which was how she found herself fussing over the table settings in the dining room while a servant went to fetch her sister. A nice, homecooked meal would be the perfect start to smoothing things over, as much as it could be homecooked being prepared by a personal chef far from their actual home, and then they could make real steps to being a real family again. And this time she wouldn’t take ‘go away’ for an answer. After all, it wasn’t as if Anna could be exiled again. 

“Okay, positive thoughts, Anna. You’ve got this. You’ve totally got this. It’s just brunch…with your sister…who might possibly hate you…”

[frozcnheart]

Keeping her distance from Anna was proving to be more difficult than ever since arriving in Ahtohallan. In Arendelle there were plenty of empty rooms and secret corridors for Elsa to hide from the world from, but in their new home she found herself running into Anna frequently. Still, she was almost certain that it wasn’t all just a coincidence and that her sister had planned many of their ‘unintentional’ meetings outside Elsa’s bedroom or office. Not that she could blame the younger girl. Of course Anna would try to use their closer quarters as a way to reconnect. They’d spent years separated from one another, but Anna had no knowledge of the reason for Elsa’s isolation. For all she knew, her older sister simply wanted nothing to do with her. It was a possibility that pained her to consider, but so long as Anna was safe, Elsa would bear the anguish.

Arendelle’s queen was known for not throwing any kind of celebration on her birthday, but this year in particular she’d been so caught up in the plague that was slowly settling across the Thirteen Kingdoms that she’d nearly forgotten about it entirely. Anna had already been sent on her way to Ahtohallan by then, and everyone else in the castle knew better than to try and push any celebrations onto the queen — save for her advisor, Kai, who never failed to leave some kind of chocolate and a small present in her room each year. The silver locket containing miniature portraits of her sister and parents that Kai had gifted her just a few weeks was hidden beneath the high collar of her dress as she headed towards the dinning room to meet with Anna.

Normally she’d decline any of Anna’s enthusiastic requests for the two of them to spend time together, but ‘brunch’ (a new concept catching on in the other kingdoms she’d apparently heard about in the village) was something Elsa believed she could handle. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t already spent a few meals together in the manor — they’d just been significantly more formal and short-lived. Her sister was attempting to perfect the placement of everything on the table when Elsa entered the room. She hesitated for a moment upon seeing how close the seating arrangements were, but pushed herself forward. 

“Good morning, Anna,” Elsa greeted her sister with a small, polite smile.

[leavesclad]

The Lost Boys had stayed away from the place the locals called the Wild Forest, since they’d walked through it to get to the Shimmer Shire, and Peter knew why. It was darker and more dense than the Neverwood, and it felt heavy and unwelcoming. But it was the closest place he had to somewhere like home, so he spent a lot of time at the treeline, sitting on the ground and stitching leaves together to make hats and shoulder plates for the Boys, the way Wendy had once sewed his shadow back on. He carved sticks to points with his dagger, and practising swordplay against the trees – never actually harming them, of course. He couldn’t hear these trees, the way he could hear the ones back home, but he didn’t want to cut them. He knew they would still feel it.

It was early in the morning, and Peter had flown to the edge of the Forest as the sky was bleeding from light grey to deep orange as the sun rose. He alighted on the ground soundlessly, pulled out his small dagger, and started shadow sparring with the tree, thrusting and cutting in quick motions, imagining it was Hook in front of him. He couldn’t let himself get out of practise, in case the pirate Captain decided to leave Never Never Land too, and they crossed paths.

He heard leaves rustle behind him, and spun around quickly, holding the dagger out, defensively. One of the Lost Boys, come to find him? His old enemy, the Captain? Or one of the locals he’d mostly stayed away from in the month since he’d arrived in this place?

[frozcnheart]

In a place where nothing felt familiar, Elsa took solace in the only area that was as strange and unwelcoming to everyone else as Avalon was to her: the Wild Woods. The dark forest succeeded in scaring off most anyone from venturing further north — save for the full moon event she had yet to witness. Elsa enjoyed the eerie silence, the relief that washed over her upon finding she was completely alone. The young queen had taken a liking to walks along the wood’s edge in the early mornings and she’d yet to come across anyone during her excursions. It helped to clear her mind and calm her nerves.

The first golden hues of day fell across her features and she basked in the gentle warmth. Blue eyes fluttered closed as she let herself feel completely at ease. A layer of frost covered the ground around her, sparkling in the filtered sunlight. Elsa could have gone on like that for hours, if not for the sharp, repetitive ‘thwack’ that resounded through the woods. She wasn’t one to actively seek out adventure — and in these woods, who knew what dangers might lay ahead — yet, she found herself searching for the source of the disruptive sound. Innate curiosity that led her further down the tree line.

One step around a particularly noisy spruce and suddenly the young queen found herself facing the end of a dagger. Elsa was once again thankful for Ahtohallan’s cold climate, for she was certain that without it the boy would have noticed the sudden chill that came as a result of her surprise. He couldn’t have been any older than her or perhaps even Anna, but she wasn’t about to question the age of someone pointing a blade in her direction. 

“I mean you no harm,” Elsa took a step backwards as she spoke. She may have been caught off guard, but she retained a regal composure. “My apologies for disturbing you.”

[aurorasaintlaurent]

“ —  i’m dreadfully sorry, were you talking to me?” the beauty asked the other beside her, having completely zoned out. “ i didn’t even realize you were here.” last night, her first full sleepless night on the island, it was torture. she hadn’t slept for a couple hours, if at all, without the voices bothering her in her mind. aurora had spent most of the night pacing around her living quarters in ethereal heights, in a poor attempt to distract herself. 

before she knew it, the sun had risen and she was sure the village was coming to life now. perhaps that was what she needed, a bit of fresh air and a warm snack. a pastry from the bakery sounded good, and that was how she found herself walking towards the bakery when someone approached her — though she had hardly realized they were even there.

[frozcnheart]

Elsa preferred the early light of morning to any other time of the day. While most everyone else had only just begun to rub the sleep from their eyes, Arendelle’s queen was already flitting around the village. She hoped to get done as much as she could before the streets filled up too much for her liking. Whether it be personally inquiring into any letters from her kingdom, welcoming new Arendellians to the island at the docks, or simply escaping her estate in Ethereal Heights for a solitary hour of strolling through the morning frost.

She was surprised to come across the princess of Sonne wandering around, but even more so that Aurora had seemingly not noticed Elsa approach her. As queen, she had grown accustomed to the idea that she could never go unnoticed in any room she walked into. If she’d known that the princess was completely oblivious to her surroundings, Elsa wouldn’t have gone out of her way to greet the other royal.

“I wished you a good morning, your highness,” She answered, her tone softening from formalities to faint concern upon seeing Aurora’s bleary eyes. It was a fatigued look Elsa had seen staring back at her in the mirror many mornings. “Are you faring well?”

[imaginesbyella-deactivated20240]

disney princess aesthetic » elsa

“here i stand in the light of day, let the storm rage on, the cold never bothered me anyway.”

[rpmusings-galore]

                                   You’re  not  𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹,  you’re  𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓭

                                             And it’s getting worse now

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