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Jessica Chastain
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"I can't trust you."
4 Words || Accepting
( @ofprofetiisms )
❝No, I suppose you can’t can you?❞ Helene asked. ❝I suppose I wouldn’t expect you to, your Majesty.❞ She folded her hands in front of herself. ❝But...I can assure you that I don’t wish you or your family any harm.❞
“I need to go.”
4 Words || Accepting
( @iskvinne )
❝Go?❞ Helene asked wrinkling her eyebrows. They were having such a lovely conversation. But...she supposed the truth would have come out sooner than later. She shook her head and looked away. ❝Someone has told you who I am...yes? I suppose I shouldn’t blame you for wishing to go. Everyone seems to be...running away from me because of where I’m from.❞ She looked down, using her skills to look sad, hurt, disappointed. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Helene was just as manipulative, if not more so than her son.
“I’m not doing this.”
4 Words || Accepting
( @iskvinne )
❝No? You won’t allow for peace between the Southern Isles and Arendelle?❞ Helene asked. Her composure was firm and her eyes were hard. She glanced down ant took a deep breath before meeting the Queen’s eyes once more. ❝I know that we are not a thriving Kingdom, your Majesty. But we have a very convenient port when it comes to trading.❞
Four Word . Prompts
“Please, come with me.”
“You’re always number one.”
“I can’t do this.”
“I won’t let you.”
“Maybe I’m just crazy.”
“I’m not even sorry.”
“Honestly, just stop it.”
“I believe in you.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“Who were you with?”
“Please talk to me.”
“I can’t trust you.”
“I need you, though.”
“Don’t be fucking rude.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“So, it was you.”
“I need to go.”
“Just stay with me.”
“You can trust me.”
“Alright, I love you.”
“I’m sorry, but no.”
“Will you help me?”
“You’re a terrible cook.”
“Can you shut up!?”
“You love me, right?”
“I really need you.”
“I don’t love you.”
“I’m not doing this.”
“I really need you.”
“You don’t want me.”
“Let me help you.”
“You’re such a bitch.”
“I can’t do this.”
“You think you’re funny?”
“Hey, I said stop!”
“Will you marry me?”
“Wanna go out sometime?”
“I don’t want this.”
“You always this quiet?”
“Are you fucking insane!?”
“I don’t want you.”
“I’m not wearing that.”
“Sorry, were you sleeping?”
“This was never right.”
“You look really tired.”
“I’m out of here.”
“You need to go.”
❝ Of course, Your Majesty, ❞
Her head bowed in reverence for a good several SECONDS before daring to lift her gaze again.
❝ YOUR MAJESTY ?? Pardon my asking —
I wonder if you could be of assistance in a task I have been ASKED FOR. A source of directions, perhaps ?? ❞
She was about to turn away before the woman caught her attention once again. Slightly tilting her head, Helene kept her gaze upon the woman before her.
❝And...what sort of directions would you be requiring?❞
Queens normally didn’t speak this long to servants. But Helene was different. Though she had grown stronger, she refused to be the Queen that her husband wanted her to be. To defy him gave her a rush.
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"Can I hide here for a few minutes?" (Throwing Child!Hans for this)
( @oh-hands )
Helene started a bit when she found her youngest rushing into her room. It was very uncustomary for anyone to barge into the Queen’s chambers...save for the King, of course.
She slightly widened her eyes as he hid. But she put the pieces together rather quickly when she heard her other sons’ laughter coming from the end of the hallway. The twins, she presumed from their voices as they tauntingly called out for Hans.
She glanced at her youngest before standing and walking over to the door, quietly closing it and giving him just a little bit of sanctuary for the time being.
❝Cowering only makes it worse,❞ she said softly.
Jessica Chastain
Icebreaker starters!
"Are you alright?"
"Can you open this for me?"
"Where am I?"
"Who are you?"
"It's freezing out here!"
"Can you show me where the nearest store is?"
"Have you seen my pet anywhere?"
"How did you find me?"
"Can I hide here for a few minutes?"
"What are you making?"
"Help! Someone help me!"
"I'm lost..."
"That smells delicious!"
"I can't do this!"
"I think this is your mail."
"Is that mine? I've been looking everywhere for this!"
"Run!"
"That was close..."
"How did you find this place?"
"Is this yours?"
"I think you dropped this."
"I've been robbed!"
"Thank you so much!"
"Is this your home?"
"Step into the light, so I can see you..."
"It's dark in here!"
"It's so hot outside!"
"Is that fire?"
"Happy Unbirthday!"
"What's that?"
"Why am I here?"
"Can you help me find something?"
hans has never been much of a reader. not by choice , anyway. or at least , that’s been his initial thought once upon a time ago before he takes the time to reconsider and retrace history. hans thinks, in a different world perhaps , he will never be a reader. he’ll be an active boy , he thinks — he was very hyper when he was younger , you know — and if his brothers had been kinder , they would have done various of activities together. his mother would worry constantly, but never not supportive of her sons and his father would be strict but truly , he’ll be caring deep down. hans would imagine lars being such an anomaly in a family that’re so active or maybe malcolm would join him as hans knows he’s quite artistic.
caleb loves sailing ; peter is expert in swords and martial arts ; the twins would be all over pranking ; thorval would horse ride every day of his life and the list would go on and on. yes , that would be quite a thrilling alternate life , hans would imagine . except it’s not real. how many times have hans imagined his father to be anything but the man he is ? too many . and yet every day hans is woken up to this cruel realisation that he has a father that’s worse than most people’s worst nightmare. and because of that , hans has this poor life where he is surrounded by riches and servants who would do anything he says as soon as he’s said it yet — total emptiness. he would feel vacant , hollow — incomplete.
and if it weren’t for lars … lars , the only single thing he would’ve been able to stand for more than four hours … who had introduced him to books and yes — that’s what he was trying to tell about. that his love for books. if it weren’t for lars and this horrid life , maybe in another he wouldn’t have properly touched one until he’s old and grey. a hand on his cheek startles him from his raging thought and hans nearly flinches. rarely had mother touches him in such an appreciative manner — but goodness , how warm. hans could almost feel an ache , like the softest of whimpers , trembling within his chest and he breathes out , swallows , before closing his eyes to savour the touch before it goes away.
was that how it felt to have a mother ? he wonders , watching the queen takes her place. nodding at his mother’s approval , hans simply walks to the shelves and searches for the title of one of his favourite tales. victor hugo. he wonders if mother knows this is his favourite. he’s read hugo’s literature more often than dickens or any other authors. would it be childish for hans to hope that his mother would at least know this little detail ? yes ? of course it would. he thought so. smiling politely at his mother , hans merely adjusts the candle , keeping his head ducked for , after all , he is speaking to a queen. ❛ a real story this time , i’m afraid . you … wouldn’t mind , would you , mother ? ❜
gesturing to the chair across from her , hans makes a gesture , ❛ may i ? ❜ and of course — permission. he always has to ask that.
Helene nodded, gesturing to the seat across from herself. If she were given the choice of her life, she never would have married into a higher class. She wasn’t one for money and riches and power. No, she craved something much deeper...love. But her husband had snatched that away and robbed her of any love she could possibly feel or give to anyone else.
The result: herself. A Queen who felt better under the influence of liquor. One who wanted desperately to love her children, but couldn’t stand the sight of them. She didn’t hate them. She hated what they had become. They had become their father. Not caring about the women who took their hands, with such wishful and good hearts. Only to find the true side of their new husbands. Monsters full of a carnivorous desire to please their father.
❝Victor Huggo,❞ she began with a small smile. ❝You seem to favor him. Anytime you do read you choose him.❞
She did notice things about her sons. Little things that she grew fond of. Lars’ constant hunger for knowledge. Hans’ love to escape on Sitron for afternoon rides. Each one of her children had something, and she noticed. She just didn’t respond.
❝I have found that I’ve grown quite fond of him myself. Tell me, Hans, what intrigues you so about Mister Huggo’s work?❞