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"Have I not be proven worthy of the almighty Lord's mercy?" the voice continued, sorrowful, floating around her like a gush of wind. A heavy energy began to consume her mind, settling itself in and poisoning Elsa's sleep "Are you a test of faith? Of my faith? Of Agnarr's? He died because he failed. You were the test he couldn't sacrifice. You."
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ooc: just moved my rp/headcanon blogs to an indie account so I can follow everyone and have a clean dash. my main is now fairxstofall (my Evil Queen indie roleplay).
Plot Idea for Annas
King Runeard teaches teen Anna to fight. He doesn't like the idea, but since she insisted so much, he decided that he would be the one to teach her, then.
He's a rigorous master, however undeniably competent. He won't take it easy because he's still pissed that Agnarr agreed on that.
Among the lessons there will be: physical resistance, hand-to-hand combat and sword fighting.
If you would like to play, please like or shoot me a message so we can discuss further details!
OBS: Due to the festivities I may be slow, but I would love to start planning the plot with you!
Cont. from [Link]
wherethenorthwindmeetsthesea:
“My Lady will do, until the wedding.” Iduna replied, the servants had already started to call her that, Iduna hated it, but Runeard didn’t have to know that.
“Agnarr chose me, three times in fact, so I should thank you for giving me the bravery to accept him.”
"My Lady” he repeated, trying to get used to the taste it had on his mouth. It stung, but it also brought something else that he just enjoyed and decided it was worth to have. “Lady Iduna, it’s almost too fanciful for a scoundrel, but I’m inclined to the irony of it. It amuses me greatly” his voice tone was so harmless for his words, the old King acted like chatting to an old friend.
Taking his chance to proceed the act, he stepped closer and held out his arms for the woman “Come here, let me hug my daughter-to-be and congratulate her for this happy news”.
vinterdrxnning:
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 sight of the bag’s contents, but nothing more. She dared not imagine what some of the equipment was used for, what medical procedures would need such instruments. The bottles had labels she couldn’t make out, their contents dark and threatening.
Looking back to her grandfather, some child-like part of her felt a thrill at his praise. Not half an hour before, he had been whipping her hands bloody and now she was receiving his kindness once more. The rational side of her knew it was simply a matter of time before she upset him again, as the cycle always went, but she still wanted his love. His affection. His approval. He was her king, her grandfather. Over the years, she had internalised his hatred, told herself if she was just different, he wouldn’t treat her the way he did.
“Yes, Grandfather,” she said, taking the bottle. She held it between two fingers, looking at the colour that was so different to the others in the case. Perhaps later she would question just where it had come from, how the man could be so sure of its ability to take away her magic. “Should I… start now?”
The Doctor smiled at the young woman, his eyes staring at his own creation like it was a gift he held dearly and was finally on the promised hands. “Be sure to drink at once” he explained, stepping closer, “I added some sweet juice to make it taste better,” maybe way too close.
“I knew you would be brave, Elsa,” the King said with his eyes almost shining. All of his faith resting inside a small flask.
Gerda, who got her tray with the King’s calming medicine, walked in quietly, feeling the tension and expectation hit her soon as she walked past the door. It carried a strange weight. Even more unsettling than the common negative energy that emanated from that place. Disrespecting her orders to not raise her eyes from the floor, she peeked at the trio. Elsa was almost covered by both men, she was surrounded with barely enough personal space to breathe. What could be happening? She prayed to any god to have mercy, whatever was about to come.
Boys dont make girls like me cry I beat boys up and than they cry
Your parents were clearly incompetent to have raised such abhorrent creature
Elsa rubbed her hands together once again once the flame died off. Blue eyes looking up in fear and pain. "Y-You said it wouldn't hurt grandfather..." She spoke weakly looking at her chard finger tips trying to use her powers to cool them without her grandfather knowing. The child whimpering. "I-I want mama and papa."
“The pain is important, now look here” he pulled the child to his lap, all his aggressiveness fading back into a paternal touch “We’re going to take care of these little hands, and you’ll be alright. But you must understand, Elsa. If you are bad, you must be punished. That’s why grandpa had to. Now, tell me why you deserved it” he asked the child, waiting for her to repeat his saying.
Did you base this RP Runeard on Judge Claude Frollo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame?
Mun Actually I did not. He’s the exaggerated version of many men from my life and from the church, where my family attends every single day. Actually, he is based on some of the good Christian women too, if you know what I mean.
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(kingrunxard) Won't you come hug your grandfather, Anna?
Anna but her lip. “I….I….I mean you’re family…but….I…”
She really wanted to deck him in the face but she couldn’t very well do that. “I’m sorry but I can’t.”
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sophisticatedfreckles:
Anna quickly grabbed onto her dress and ran from the man. “Guards!” She continued to yell. “Someone! Anyone! Help!”
"Anna, wait!" he managed to scream, stumbling after her "Anna! You can't do this-!" he let out a whimper before falling o his knees suddenly looking very old and harmless.
(princess-elsa-ofarendelle) Elsa was curled up with her grandfather by the fire. he was reading her a story of a princess falling in love with a prince. Elsa found this aa weird book, but was scared to speak up. as she watched Anna fall asleep, she leaned to her grandpa. "Grandfather, what if I don't want to marry a prince?" she asked, curious but also terrified of the response.
Runeard did not had the charisma to make a good book of fiction entretaining, but he tried really hard. It always sounded too serious on his voice, but at that winterly night, the man managed to relax and soften his voice.
He took a second to realize the youngest had fall asleep and was drooling over his arms "Oh, Anna" he laughed, trying not to wake her up and took his scarf to clean her face, carefully.
What if I don't want to marry a prince? The question seemed ridiculous. How could a girl not want a prince? He finished to settle Anna in his arms before turning his attention to the oldest, brushing away a strand of hair off her eyes "Who would you marry then, baby? I mean, a Duke is also good. But not as charming" he said playfully.
Elsa looked over at Anna and giggled. “Silly Anna..” she looked back at her grandfather. “Well, I don’t know. But I don’t like princes that much. I just think I like princesses a lot more. Maybe I can just have my own kingdom when I’m older.” Elsa gasped and started giggling “my own Queendom!”
Runeard laughed with her "A Queendom! Alright, I can see that," he thought it was quite funny and creative, "You must indeed pay attention to other princesses to learn with them. Just like Princess Mirela, that one friend of yours, she is a true princess. Don't you think?"
(princess-elsa-ofarendelle) Elsa was curled up with her grandfather by the fire. he was reading her a story of a princess falling in love with a prince. Elsa found this aa weird book, but was scared to speak up. as she watched Anna fall asleep, she leaned to her grandpa. "Grandfather, what if I don't want to marry a prince?" she asked, curious but also terrified of the response.
Runeard did not had the charisma to make a good book of fiction entretaining, but he tried really hard. It always sounded too serious on his voice, but at that winterly night, the man managed to relax and soften his voice.
He took a second to realize the youngest had fall asleep and was drooling over his arms "Oh, Anna" he laughed, trying not to wake her up and took his scarf to clean her face, carefully.
What if I don't want to marry a prince? The question seemed ridiculous. How could a girl not want a prince? He finished to settle Anna in his arms before turning his attention to the oldest, brushing away a strand of hair off her eyes "Who would you marry then, baby? I mean, a Duke is also good. But not as charming" he said playfully.
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kingrunxard:
Elise
Runa stared at the blank piece of paper and took the quill again and started writing her new name. She barely remembered her real name her tribe name. She sat there trying to make her small hand writting look perfect. She had been living there for a few months but to her it felt like forever. She barely remembered her father’s voice as she was taken away.
"Now, that's better," he said watching as she started again. He reached to take a thin branch off of the child's hair, started considering what to do with that wild hair of hers. It was not proper for a lady to walk around in such a messy state. Even more a little lady with so much hair like Elise.
Maybe in another life she could've been his daughter. If the memories of his enemy weren't painted at those girl's features, he might've loved her for real. "Did you behave at your sewing lessons?".
A sleepy Anna was slowly loosing her energy on the Friday afternoon. “Grandfather, can I play yet? Papa said I could, like FOREVER ago!”
“Have you finished your daily chores?“ the man asked trying not to smile at his grandchild being adorable.
(kingrunxard) "I'm here to see my grandchild" he said to Iduna in a emotionless tone and turned to the newborn "Granpa will take better care of you, my baby"
Iduna grabbed Elsa out of his hands. “You leave here now. You aren’t welcome here anymore.” She has a stern look on her face.
iduna-the-northuldra-heart:
“Oh please. If you kill me now, Agnarr will never forgive you. You don’t live here. I said get out.” Iduna craddled a cooing Elsa in her hands. She had a stern look. “Agnarr, come here. I need you, darling.” As Iduna said that word “Darling” she could tell Runeard was getting full of rage. The woman said it in a mockery way, staring at Runeard. Agnarr was her husband. Whether he liked it or not.
“Maybe when the mother is back at her senses, I might come to check the child,” he said, too stressed out to keep that going at the moment. He would talk to Agnarr, he would take control of his home. Lord was his witness.
(kingrunxard) Won't you come hug your grandfather, Anna?
Anna but her lip. “I….I….I mean you’re family…but….I…”
She really wanted to deck him in the face but she couldn’t very well do that. “I’m sorry but I can’t.”
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sophisticatedfreckles:
Anna couldn’t help but panicked she needed the guards. Anna quickly pulled her knee up and rammed it into her grandfathers stomach.
Runeard was caught off guard, the blow made him let go, giving Anna the perfect chance to escape. “Anna!” he called with his breath failing. He couldn’t lose her. Not her. She was the last one.
