For so long this dreadful situation's been within her nightmares; rather than sense of duty and bliss, the fear of becoming the monster of yet untold stories loomed above the Ice Queen every night and day. There's nothing but burden upon the woman's shoulders.
Perhaps it's why getting to flee from everything, from everyone she'd know felt so freeing at this moment; the wanting to leave current life behind and start over, alone, as someone entirely new.
And though this sense of freedom was but a farce, young queen so wanted to believe she'd be able to surpass such difficulties, own fears and shadows; believe she'd be able to live with this eternal winter.
Yet, this man sees it, and says she needn't worry. Fire upon his head, very much alike her own sister; would he carry this same fire within his heart? Crystal-like gaze locked on his face, breath completely gone as both gloved hands grab on tightly the velvet purple of her coat. Winter's breeze becoming a raging storm, much alike the overwhelming thoughts flooding her head. She is trembling, unsure, insecure with what ifs. Yet he states there's no harm; that, at least there, in his presence, her winter is allowed to be.
'Tis just impossible to control, or at least she's yet able to learn and allow herself to do so. Slowly cold winds fade again, as her heart tries to comprehend it's alright. At least here, it's alright.
' I'm.... I'm sorry, I.... ' finally, finger release their grasp, gaze going down and away from his. ( I have not meant to bring any kind of trouble ) ' Thank you. '
