#amberedpride

[fiiimbulvetr-a]

💔 (amberedpride)

36. Our muses sitting at their child’s sickbed.

          The day faded into the soft twinkling glow of twilight and the green and blue ribbons of light stretched over the skies of Norway. Yet with all the beauty they cast over the land Elsa and Quirin could enjoy none of it. Not the shimmering of the light against the gabled rooftops of Arendelle, not the way the waves crested crashed in a spray of glittering droplets. They saw none of that from where they sat. 

         Delicate fingers held the boy’s hand as Elsa and Quirin hovered at Varian’s bedside. He’d been troubled by terrible coughs, a molten fever and a restless sleep. Too much ache for a young body to bear. Perhaps the Trolls could help, but the teen was in no condition to travel.. All they could do was watch him, help him through the harsh nights and be there to pull him out when dawn finally broke and he could be free of this blight.

         Elsa’s gaze pulled away from Varian and she scanned over Quirin’s face. The wrinkles upon his brow more pronounced from the weight of his concern. The Queen’s heart bled for him. For her this was painful but for him it was AGONY. This was his child. His baby. He’d seen the boy grow, mature. Seen him learn to walk, to play…

      Exhaling a heavy breath, Elsa stood and walked around the foot of the bed to the other side where Quirin sat. A gentle hand rested on his shoulder, thumb gently brushing over the fabric of his shirt. Offering what reprieve from the pain she could. 

      “He’s going to be okay…” She told him, her voice barely more than a whisper. But, not to her surprise he didn’t seem to hear her.

        “Hey-..” She persisted, taking his jaw tenderly in her hand and turning his face to look up at her. They were both weary. To the point where if they didn’t take a break they might find themselves sick as their boy. There had to be rest for them. They wouldn’t have a choice. She smiled, careful and tired… But sincere. She repeated. “… He’s going to be okay.”

       And without a moment’s hesitation she wrapped her arms around his strong neck and pulled him against her, letting his head rest against her chest. Her fingers combed through his soft brown hair as she let him rest on her. Giving him a safe place to lean while life threatened to pull him down.

           “It’ll be okay…. I promise.”

@amberedpride 

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Father’s Weekend

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        She couldn’t wait to see his face. When he woke up he’d have quite the surprise in store for him. There was a reason Elsa had turned in so early the night before, and it wasn’t weariness from the heat like she’d told him. She had to ensure that she’d wake up before him and be able to slip from her room without him noticing to get to work. 

        When the sun came up, her task was already nearly complete and she stood in the kitchen wearing the simple work dress she’d become very comfortable in. Around the bottom hem there was dirt from the crop fields but she paid it no mind as she moved from the stove to the table. With a soft, thoughtful smile she scooped the cooked potatoes onto the three plates beside the eggs and bread before placing them at their usual seats. Her’s, Varian’s and Quirin’s.

      Humming cheerfully to herself, Elsa poured a hot cup of tea for each plate and set out the cream and the sugar as she heard the sounds of footsteps coming down the steps. Too heavy to be Varian’s but she knew he’d be down shortly too.

       “Good morning!” She chimed as she walked to the window to let in some fresh air. “Breakfast is ready!”

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          The greatest strength Elsa ever received from her Mother was not the ability to summon storms, but the self control to seem composed when she was teetering on the edge of falling apart. The weeks he spent lying in that bed, on the cusps of life and death were the most stressful and devastating days of her life. Seeing someone she cared so deeply for lying there, unable to move on his own and not knowing whether there would be anything they could do besides provide him comfort until fate decided what it held for him. 

         And now, seeing him like he was- Slumped and weak against a wall, gasping for breath and clinging to whatever grasp of freedom he had from the bed- Elsa risked falling apart at the seams. Her heart ached for him, for his son, and the village waiting with baited breath for the news of if he would recover. Elsa’s own hope remained but she would be lying to say that she didn’t fear for him. 

           But she’d always known him to be strong of will, stubborn and tough as the stone they’d pulled him from. So even now, in all her concern, he would have her faith and support. He didn’t need someone else stressing themselves into restlessness over him. At least, not visibly. His pride had to heal just as the rest of him did.

         “Quirin.” His name left her lips softly as she reached up to gently cup his jaw in her palm. Her other hand opened for him, offering a support structure other than the wall.

        “I know you are... You’ll get through this. Just... Don’t be so stubborn and let me help you. Please.”

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Letters

@amberedpride​ 

            It was spring when the letter came. A month since the day the Queen of Arendelle met the two members of the Parr household. One, a kind, warmhearted village leader who welcomed her in with gratitude for her graciousness- The other a sweet, excitable young boy with a bright-eyed enthusiasm for life.  Naturally Elsa had found herself charmed by their small family and way of life and was unable to forget them and their generosity that they showed her.

          The letter was written on stiff, fine parchment. The letters sprawling across the page in elegant curls and loops like brush strokes on a canvas. And the envelope was sealed with red wax and the Arendelle royal seal.

         ‘Dear Gentlemen of the Parr Household,

              I Hope this letter finds you both in good health and good spirits. I realize it has been some time since our meeting and perhaps this missive may come as something of a surprise. But I assure you I send it with only the best of intent and you have no reason to feel concern.

            I wished to personally send you my most immense gratitude for your kindness. The night we met was a strange one in many regards but you both welcomed me, a stranger, into your home when you owed me nothing and knew barely who I was. I am grateful for that dreadfully boring royal ball if only for the chance to have abandoned it and meet two such kind souls as yourselves.

             Varian; You saved me from an awful night of socializing with the unsavory of the upper crust and for that you have my eternal gratitude. Were I to have stayed, I’m sure I’d have been talked into death. You proved a most welcome distraction. I only hope you employ that boundless energy you carry around in you and continue to help your father maintain your village. You’re meant to do great things, I can tell.

             Quirin; I brought your son home safely and for that I understand your gratitude. But you had no reason to believe I was who I said I was and you still treated me with respect and dignity in perhaps an awkward situation. I am sorry to have inconvenienced you- And more so for imposing on your home. Your son is quite the enthusiastic conversationalist and time got away from us all. You have my thanks for your hospitality and I wish you the best of luck with all you pursue. If you lead your village the way you care for your son and strangers he brings home, I can only imagine how prosperous your land will become.

          My best regards,

           Queen Elsa of Arendelle.’