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crushedqueen and actualrealliveanna, our threads are stored in my drafts and I will try to get to them tomorrow. :)

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6: fingers kiss

Eric knew, he knew it was madness to fall in love with the queen of another country, especially when she was married to a king like Hans. A stern and manipulative ruler that could send off an army big enough to destroy his kingdom in a snap of his fingers. A man who wouldn’t even think twice.

It was m a d n e s s, but Eric couldn’t fight it.

He carefully took her hand as she bypassed him, tugging her closer to himself and making sure no one would see them. Even Anna didn’t know that what he felt for her might be more than just their forbidden friendship. “What about that walk along the beach now, milady?” he playfully brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers.

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Headcanon Meme Time!

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

One of his many ticks and habits is sucking and biting at his lower lip when he is nervous, he lightly chews it when he is bored or forced to sit still too.

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

His posture is usually the same learned posture, even at moments he should feel free to relax. The young prince always stands straight and tall with his shoulders lightly pulled back, his chin lifted just lightly and the corner of his lips curled up just lightly. It’s not the most relaxed posture, but it is the one that fits his title. Only when Eric is completely alone or with someone he trusts he will allow himself to truly relax.

❖ describe their hands

His hands are big compared to his wrists and body, his fingers are rough and calloused from his many days spend at sea. Several scars infest the palm of his hands and his left hand is almost completely devoid of feeling. They are not elegant at all, but they are useful and Eric is totally okay with that.

❤ describe how they show affection.

He shows affection with small intimate touches like brushing hands, smiles that are a little warmer than his usual ones, real laughs and genuine emotion. They might be hard to catch, but these are very important signs.

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4. A family member of my muse was just killed. Your muse is there to comfort them.

✥ — How was one supposed to react in this situation?

How was one supposed to react to pain?

When Adina died, he had shut himself off from people. They had come, just the same – knocking, gently, with hushed voices and hopeful stares of kindness. The support of a family bond he had spent so many years building up.

Especially Hanschen. He had come almost every day.

And Hugo had never opened the door. Fingers stained in ink, he had raged into a new world – one that didn’t bleed with blood, one that existed only as much as he wished, one that could burn like a fire and fade into nonexistence at his very whim, his very thought.

It was the world he wanted, now that he couldn’t have the one he needed.

But she was different. So like him, and yet, the suffering was different. Now that her sister was gone, one he only saw in portraits and heard of in stories, all she wanted was the comfort of a stranger.

Was he a stranger? Really? He liked to tell himself he wasn’t, but when he looked into those large, green-blue eyes, he saw nothing that he knew. Just a young girl, unsure and unsteady, in a large world that wasn’t meant for her.

Perhaps this world wasn’t meant for anyone.

His hands moved slowly, carefully, to clasp her shoulders. Adina had liked being touched when she was sad – perhaps, so would this female, if she had wanted him here to comfort her tears?

“Queen Anna,” he had said, because the death of the sister meant the coronation of the other, “things will, eventually, get better. I will swear to you… all will be well, one day.”

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the sky above us shoots to kill // anna & krisa

={❄}= This plan was reckless and dangerous, and it went against every single reasonable bone in her body. But the fact was--

--her love for her brother was stronger than the voices screaming at her that in one wrong move, she could be executed.

Kristoff had been officially banished from Arendelle, with the love of his life living behind the bars of her own home while the two-faced Southern Isles prince reigned as king. He was beloved by all who didn't see beyond the mask...and that meant every other soul in the kingdom. As far as Krisa knew, there were only three who knew that his true colors were black and red, and not the white and gold he so frequently glowed in on the throne.

She had to get Anna out. To free her and reunite her with Kristoff.

If Krisa could only help the queen escape the king's clutches and bring her back to the North Mountain where her brother now hid, perhaps they could hatch plans of their own to seize back the kingdom. But that...that was all written on a page for another day. She could only do one thing at a time, and right now the priority was rescuing her brother by rescuing his love.

After all, Hans being king--as much as it grated Krisa's nerves to admit--wasn't the worst thing for the people of Arendelle. He knew how to rule, and he did it "justly." The citizens just had no idea what bloody strings he had to pull in order to get into this position. But he could sit there, for now, while Krisa moved other gears. She would yank the cushions out from under him another day. For today, Krisa was finally going to speak with the queen. She had found work in the palace roughly a week ago, but she was being painstakingly careful not to make herself appear suspicious.

Krisa had been keeping an eye on the queen from afar, however, making note of how she appeared. Sad, for the lack of a prettier word, seemed to suit her best. She smiled and talked with everyone and did everything that was expected of her, but all her actions did was remind Krisa of her days at the orphanage, when people came to visit. The kids would do their best to act cheery, as if being abandoned had never touched them, knowing that no one wanted a damaged spirit. That was what she saw in the queen.

Krisa never asked to be the one to serve Anna tea or help her get dressed or any of that. She didn't want to draw attention to herself. But a few hours ago, during the breakfast, the ice deliverer had slipped a little something from Grand Pabbie into everyone's porridge when she ladled them out. It wasn't lethal, of course--only something to make the maids feel a bit under the weather, which left the first task of the morning--preparing the queen's room for the morning, serving breakfast, waking her--up to the new maid who was only feeling a slight headache.

Krisa walked up the stairs, heart pounding as she headed towards the queen's bedchambers. She felt the uniform grow even itchier with every step, the confining hat and buttoned up blouse and gloves the most uncomfortable thing she ever had the misfortune to wear, but Krisa had mastered the art of ignoring the urge to scratch and fuss (more or less). She bit down on the tender inside of her lip as she approached the door, then rapped lightly.

"Your Majesty?"

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crushedqueen replied to your post:out of carrots;;

omg i didnt know i wanted this till nOW (helps that i read u and arendellesavior’s thread)

RIGHT IT'S JUST...ENTERTAINING

in a terrible way

although it probably wouldn't work for our thread since she would be recognized and kicked out orz

#unless she just kept to the shadows but then the other servants would be like what's up with this new maid #crushedqueen

{ Just letting you know I'm really enjoying the points you're making in your conversation! Hope you don't mind me letting you know/reading it. }

aah thank you. sometimes my thoughts don't make a lot of sense because right now I have this pounding headache and I shouldn't even be online right now but HERE I AM

I could rant bout and analyze Hans all day every day

but eeeh I wouldn't say I'm always right about it though but I'm glad you're enjoying my nonsense rambles

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