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I HATH FINISHED MY SECTION! *boogies* It is reblogged at KaleidoscopeKreation and ready for your fabulous input! ;)
YES I WAS WONDERING IF YOU'D SEEN IT YET (I don't know about anyone else, but posts tagged with backstab boyz aren't showing up, even though I track the tag???)
I AM VERY EXCITE
and huehuehue if it's posted there, then this means SMUT AHOY YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
And so it begins
A Backstabbing Production: Round Robin
In the order of: snuberr, internetgazer, sun-moon-and-talia, secretarendelle
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Anna straightened her back as Gerda arranged the silver crown atop her intricate hair. The old woman stepped back with a wistful smile, “Oh my lady, you look breathtaking.”
Anna peered into the mirror and held her breath.
She could hardly believe it was her own reflection staring back at her.
In fact, her stomach knotted, she could hardly believe she was getting married at all.
Gingerly, she ran her shaky fingers along the beaded embroidery of her neckline. It was an extraordinary dress; Elsa had spared no expense for the event.
Her admiration was broken by a sharp knock. One of female servants poked her head inside, distress bearing on her features.
“Pardon yer highness,” she barely managed a curtsy before turning to Gerda, “We have a bit of an emergency, somebody knocked o’er the kransekake for the reception.”
Gerda paled at the news, “Oh dear lord—“ then looked at Anna through the mirror, “I beg your pardon, princess. I need to go check on-oh!” She had almost tripped on the bride’s skirt, “I’ll be right back!”
She exited, pushing the other woman out the door as well.
When the door closed and the footsteps faded, Anna’s shoulders fell and she released a sigh—a relieved sigh, which was highly unusual considering that her wedding cake was probably in crumbs.
Immediately, she felt guilty for thinking that way. Kristoff had been looking forward to this day since he got down on one knee and proposed. It had been a whirlwind courtship and Anna, so high on true love, naturally said yes. Three weeks seemed enough of a time to be sure of her feelings.
At least she thought so…
Anna shook her head, dispelling the idea. It was probably just a normal case of nerves… Perhaps it was natural for a bride to want to delay the walk down the aisle? To get up and just bolt? To feel like she was making the biggest mistake of her life?
She groaned, burying her face into her palm of her hands.
She wasn’t helping herself at all. Anna’s ears perked at the sound of the door opening.
Well, that disaster was quick.
Mentally composing, she removed her hands and saw the person she least expected to see in the mirror.
“Hello, Anna” He took a bite of what suspiciously looked like a piece of kransekake, “you look beautiful.”
Gotta get to class! I'll check back in a hour or two. :D
Round-robin (potential) starter
Anna straightened her back as Gerda arranged the silver crown atop her intricate hair. The old woman stepped back with a wistful smile, “Oh my lady, you look breathtaking.”
Anna peered into the mirror and held her breath,
She could hardly believe it was her own reflection staring back at her.
In fact, her stomach knotted, she could hardly believe she was getting married at all.
Gingerly, she ran her shaky fingers along the beaded embroidery of her neckline. It was an extraordinary dress; Elsa had spared no expense for the event.
Her admiration was broken by a sharp knock. One of female servants poked her head inside, distress bearing on her features.
“Pardon yer highness,” she barely managed a curtsy before turning to Gerda, “We have a bit of an emergency, somebody knocked o’er the kransekake for the reception.”
Gerda paled at the news, “Oh dear lord—“ then looked at Anna through the mirror, “I beg your pardon, princess. I need to go check on-oh!” She had almost tripped on the bride’s skirt, “I’ll be right back!”
She exited, pushing the other woman out the door as well.
When the door closed and the footsteps faded, Anna’s shoulders fell and she released a sigh—a relieved sigh, which was highly unusual considering that her wedding cake was probably in crumbs.
Immediately, she felt guilty for thinking that way. Kristoff had been looking forward to this day since he got down on one knee and proposed. It had been a whirlwind courtship and Anna, so high on true love, naturally said yes. Three weeks seemed enough of a time to be sure of her feelings.
At least she thought so…
Anna shook her head, dispelling the idea. It was probably just a normal case of nerves… Perhaps it was natural for a bride to want to delay the walk down the aisle? To get up and just bolt? To feel like she was making the biggest mistake of her life?
She groaned, burying her face into her palm of her hands.
She wasn’t helping herself at all. Anna’s ears perked at the sound of the door opening.
Well, that disaster was quick.
Mentally composing, she removed her hands and saw the person she least expected to see in the mirror.
“Hello, Anna” He took a bite of what suspiciously looked like a piece of kransekake, “you look beautiful.”
