Long Days
If rules were meant to be broken the same could be said of peace. As it is, Arendelle is the picture of industrial paradise. Merchants and children go about their business with the same energy and ships bounce contently in and out of the marinas. The fields had never been greener, the skies bluer, and the palace more joyous. No enemies have arisen (Not even from much troubled Weselton),and in fact every day another ambassador sails in seeking a new ally. To say that we have come in on top would be an understatement. However, with each passing day of inexhaustible positivitiy, I can't quite shake a growing anxiety.
It seems to be the natural state of a leader to be in constant paranoia. My father's when he discovered my abnormalities, and so on. But I'd like to think there's a little more to this one than that. Now, I'd never go so far to say that I think things are going too well. That would be truly ridiculous. There is a lingering fear however that all things that go up must come down, I can only hope that the laws of gravity do not apply to the wealth and prosperity of a nation.
With those words, Elsa shut her journal and leaned back into her chair. Her eyes fixed on a patch of faded wallpaper as her mind wondered to the possibilities of the day.