âź trade agreement â witweer
        â¤â â˘Â  ⊠â As soon as Elsaâs ship has reached the docks, she was hurried to her carriage, it was stiff and old just like the dark and gloomy dark clouds of Scotland which reigned reigned its tears and lightning. Elsa liked it, she very much loved the rain, a brethren of snow she called it, but she despised lightning like the foreboding of dread in her stomach. It churned with nervousness.
          From what was told, Dunbroch was a certain kingdom to be feared, although smaller than Arendelle it had many, many allies, some even from the North â they were the historically-hated vikings. But they somehow managed to come together, the Scottish were now as powerful as ever, even Elsa had heard wind of their exploits through her cousin, Rapunzel. There were even rumors about them making pacts with dragons, âtwas frightening.
       "Get a grip over yourself."
          If there were any complications during this trade agreements â oh Elsa feared an uprising of a war, and although Arendelle was declared a neutral kingdom, the agreement was weak, no supporters, she feared heavily for it.
          The carriage lurched forward and Elsa was promptly hurried to the grand doors of Dunbroch, thankfully still dry. She waited with bated breath, staring at the big pine doors in front of her and slowly, painfully, the doors opened and she walked in. Awaiting for the agreement that could either benefit her kingdom or send it spiraling to oblivion.
âź Merida waited on the opposite side of the doors. Her head high and her shoulders back, a relaxed expression on her face-- she was ready for this. Whatever agreements they could work out with this kingdom, hopefully they would benefit both of them.Â
âź As soon as she got to see the fellow queen on the other side of the door she started walking towards her. She managed a small smile and a curtsey as she greeted her, welcoming her to the kingdom.Â
