Mun: Cherry
Character: Queen Elsa
[❅] -- The difference between Princess and Queen should have been spelled out more clearly because Elsa had not been prepared. There were one million and one things to do at all times, people to please, the parliament to entertain (and by entertain, she really did mean entertain because they were all a bunch of bumbling idiots), foreign emissaries to greet and hear out, treaties and alliances to be forged and discussed and finalized and--she'd never understood the phrase "burning from both ends" until a week into her new reign and Elsa could feel herself getting smaller, crumbling under the weight of work and responsibility.
Who knew a kingdom could be so heavy.
And then of course what she needed was another catastrophe. It came in the form of what looked like hairy giants (she'd later learn were called yetis) who, without a single coherent word, grabbed her by the waist, stuffed her into a large red sack, and then threw her (her stomach had lurched horribly) into some kind of spinning vortex only to have to her come out the other end, disoriented, furious, and on the verge of freezing over the entire planet for her anger.
She felt the sack stiffening around her as her fingers clenched, the rough material frosting over in layers and layers until it became hard enough to crack. When finally, the sack had been reduced to a fine heap of ice-dust, Elsa stood, dusting herself with all the nobility they said a queen should have, looking around for some kind of sign as to what the hell had just happened.
There was a large man--larger even than the yetis--dressed all in red and black with intricate tattoos splayed across his forearms, a jack rabbit standing on its hind legs, sporting what looked like tribal-marked cuffs and a boomerang, a small, round man hanging in midair who looked like he was made of some kind of glowing, yellow sand, sleeping, and finally a fluttering, buzzing, creature that resembled a woman, but was covered from head to toe in technicolor-ed feathers, large translucent wings moving so fast Elsa could barely see them.
Elsa had always thought she was strange, different, born with her powers as they were, and hair white as flame, but this--this was a whole new level of--strange didn't seem to do them justice.
Well, Elsa thought as the large, bearded man began to speak, walking towards her with open arms (her fingers tensed reflexively, relaxing only when she was sure none of them meant her any harm), at least she won't have to worry about fitting in.
My, what a lovely writing style you have ;o; Your application is definitely accepted! Elsa is reserved for you (All ya hafta do is send the the appropriate URL you'd like to use for her) <3
I do want to mention, however, that Elsa in this verse is a pre-movie canon~ She's still got a couple years to go until her coronation!
Have a lovely day (or evening),
origamiaround
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jacobvanloon
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