#!elsa

[hookedjones]

Winter Frost

@springcanwait

It had been about a year since Queen Elsa’s coronation, and while Killian had been employed as one of her many guards for about as long, he had not once, save for formal greetings, spoken to His Majesty. Not uncommon. There was a respectful distance that needed to be maintained, and with how elusive the Queen was, even such formalities were rare. 

It was a pattern that would have to be shattered this afternoon.

Killian had always noted that the castle was a strange one. Vast, grand and proud- yet severely lacking of any sign of warmth, aside from Princess Anna. But physically speaking, he had noticed that there were times when a certain chill would spread. Frosted glass, exhalation of breath coming out as wisps of white, occasional evidences of what appeared to be snow.

All of this, despite the warm summer weather beyond the stone walls.

He had always brushed these off. Pinned a few to his imagination too, but today, he could not quite do the same. For there was a sleet of ice radiating from under the Queen’s door, spreading towards the lush carpet.

But more than that, there was an unrelenting chill in the air. One that bit, cutting directly into his bones. What in the world--?!

His first instinct was to seek the Queen. Ensure she was safe.

“Your Majesty, are you alright?!” Quick, panicked raps against the door. The guard was fairly certain that she had not ventured out of her chambers. What the devil-- The ice thickened- was this? “Are you in there?”

[hookedjones]

@springcanwait

Ah, there couldn’t have been a more sour disposition aboard the Jolly Roger than the one from their unexpected guest. Killian approached the Queen, hand and hook clasped behind his back, partially out of want for something to do, largely out of concern she’d freeze his bloody ship again.

“Penny for your thoughts, dear Queen?”

[hookedjones]

Frosted Over

@springcanwait

Delay.

Among one of the many things the pirate captain wouldn’t stand for, it was that. Neatly equipped with a short fuse that his crew was well aware of, the captain felt that familiar spark of annoyance when he heard panicked exclamations-- something about ice or other, which was preposterous considering there were no icebergs in this region-- and thought, what in the blazes--

Oh, how far he was from the truth.

For just as he stormed out on deck to confront the matter, that was when he saw it. Briefly, before he was roughly tossed backwards, hand flying out to grab a hold of the railing.

Of all things, ice had shot up from the water, impacting the bow. He would have called it an iceberg if not for two main features: one, its sudden materialisation, two, the manner in which it was spreading over the Jolly Roger. Effectively encasing a portion of the ship in ice.

The nerve.

Steeling himself, Killian stood his ground as he raised his hook, ready to confront any oncoming assault. Was it him, or was the ice still growing?

"Bloody Hell...”

[hookedjones]

@notalone-butfree responded to hookedjones:

Send ☔ for my muse to let yours stay overnight because there is a terrible storm outside.

Elsa had been out, practicing her magic up in the mountains, just on her way back home when the storm reached the village. She helped children getting home, along with the guards who had been out to find her.

While every Arendelle citizen was used to the occasional blizzard, mostly during the winters, they weren’t as prepared for a strom that contained heavy rain and gusts of wind.

Eventually, when everyone was at home or had found shelter, Elsa dismissed sent the guards back to the castle to see if her sister was okay, while she helped an elderly man getting back to the inn he stayed at.

When the man was safe and sound, Elsa headed back to the castle, passing the docks on her way there, where she found one more lone stranger outside. He looked like a sailer, so she guessed the owner of the inn had rejected him; Elsa had heard there were no rooms left.

“Sir?” She yelled, still doubting if he would hear her, so she quickly moved closer. “Sir, are you alright? You have to find shelter! You can’t stay out in a weather like this! Come with me, you can stay at with us.”

Damn that bloody demon and his penchant for cakes.

It was the only reason they were in this part of this bloody realm in the first place. Cursing under his breath, Killian braced himself against the latest gust of wind, arm raised to shield himself from the rain-- not that this did him any good. This wasn’t bloody rain, it was a damned assault.

He had gotten soaked within seconds, and was having a Hell of a time navigating through it all. He could barely even see.

Was there not another inn in this blasted kingdom?

Fortunately, Killian need not search for shelter for much longer- for a well-meaning woman had decided to extend help to him. Her voice fought against the onslaught of rain and wind, and he had barely, just barely heard her. If he had not been as accustomed as he was to tempests, he wouldn’t have- but to further ascertain that she would be heard, she closed the distance between them even more so.

Oh, aside from this storm, this was his lucky day, wasn’t it?

"Oh, thank you, Miss,” he shouted above the gale, affecting an innocuous demeanour. He wasted no time in taking after her, ready to follow her in any which direction she chose. “I deeply appreciate this!”