The third princess p1
Most haven't heard of the third daughter of Queen Iduna and King Agnarr. Eira (pronounced Aye-ruh) as born at four pounds. Given a weak heart and body, by some miracle she lived. As she grew, though her heart strengthened, her body was still weak. This is the 1840s, if it were modern day Eira would've been diagnosed with Myositis (Idiopathic Inflammatory Myopathy.) "Myositis makes your immune system attack your muscles. Depending on which type of myositis you have, you’ll have a hard time moving or using your affected muscles. There’s no cure for myositis, but in most cases, treatment can put it into remission." - https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/24170-myositis
A/N: I myself do not have myositis so I apologize if this is innacurate. Btw this is oc x canon character. Feel free to insert yourself and replace her name with y/n. It is easier for me to write with "reader" having a name. I also apologize if I mischaracterize Hans or any of the other characters. In my defense, it is best to write bad than use AI.
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The castle is busier than usual. Marie says it's Elsas corination. "I suppose that means I must leave my bed?" I ask my handmaiden. Marie was assigned to me when I was a teen. I'm twenty years of age, Anna eighteen, and elsa is twenty two. "Indeed, your highness. Your 'moving chair' is ready. We just need you dressed." "Surely no-one will miss me. Hardly anyone knows I breathe." "Your highness..." "I shal attend anyway. My older sister is to be crowned, it is only polite. When adressing her I shal stand, no matter the strain."
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I am led into my bathroom to be bathed. I have to be set into the warm water with the help of Marie and another. I am embarrassed by my state, yet I can do nothing about it. Warm, even hot water is good for the joints. My doctor has me set on a strict diet in hopes it'll help. Most days I spend in my bed. Occasionally I leave my room to spend time in the garden with Anna. A part of me is jealous of her liveliness. I am dried and dressed into a silky designed gown. My hair is styled in an updo, and my face lightly colored and powdered. "You're gorgeous, your highness." "Flattery will take you far, Marie." My dress is similar to Annas, but blue. Entering the Chappell would be too difficult for me as it is packed. So is the ballroom... but I push through. When it comes time to wish well upon the Queen, I stand from my chair and am led up to her with the help of Marie. I has her dressed in a dress the same shade of blue with the same materials, only less detailed.
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"I wish your rule well, dear sister. It is good to see you after so long. I apologize for not visiting as often as I would like." "There is no need to speak so formally with me, Eira. How do you fare?" "Quite well, majesty. My condition is the same as always. Luckily today it's only aches, less pain." As I say this my muscles tense and begin to hurt. Marie sets me down in my moving chair. "Her highness can only stand for a short time. Apologies, majesty." Speaks Marie. "There is no need to apologize. I thank you for pushing through to see me Eira. Please enjoy the celebration and take it easy."
I notice Anna dancing with others, being dragged into one dance to another by different men. I had almost forgotten my younger sister is of age. I hope she finds a man of kindess and honesty. I am rolled up to the snacks and sweets, Marie plating me and then bringing me outside to the garden where it is quieter and I can enjoy myself. The red haired man I saw her speaking with steps outside to breathe fresh air, and takes notice of my presence. Hans remembers Anna had briefly mentioning a second sister named Eira. "Good evening, how do you fare?" "I am well, thank you. Have you come outside to escape the noise?" "Indeed. Have you as well?" "I as well. It's best I stay out here, anyway. My name is Eira. I would mention my title, though I doubt you'd take my word." "You are Princess Eira, aren't you? Anna mentioned you." "I'm sure she did. All good things I hope."
The wind is light, the night air slightly chilling. Tis spring, the flowers, quite the selection, are blooming wonderfully this time of year. "Surely you have a name?" "My apologies, Eira. I had lost myself in your beauty and forget to properly introduce myself. I am Hans Westergaard of the Southern Isles, youngest of thirteen-" "Thirteen?! Ahem, p-pardon me. I did not mean to be so rude. T-thirteen?" Hans chuckles at my reactiont. "Yes, thirteen. I have twelve older brothers. There is no need to apologize for your reaction. I understand it is quite high." "No kidding, is your mother alright?" "Uh... yes, she is alright. Now that we have been introduced to one another, if you are free, would you like to go on a stroll? I would love to know more about you." "You.. willingly, by your own, wish to converse with.. me? Why, were you dared." "No, no nothing like that. I simply wish to know more about you. Don't worry, I will talk about myself when asked so it's not just you talking, if that's what you worry about."
"I.. suppose I am free."
Hans and I walk through the courtyard into the looming castle halls. We pass many gold framed paintings that have been collected over the years. By years, I mean decades of our family's reign. From my father and mother to their father and mother. Art, no matter the form or who creates it; is gorgeous. Portraits, realism, expressionism, poetry, literature, the list goes on. As we walk, we reach a family portrait. "We were young when our parents were taken from us." Lighting struck the ship. Despite the intense waters shaking the ship and splashing aboard and rain, the fire raged. "No-one survived." "That's... horrible, I'm so sorry for your loss." "Thank you. I like to think we've managed. Wealth helps when such losses arise."
Shouts come from the ball room. We rush over to see what has occurred. We push through the crowd just in time to see Elsa run outside. Ice... a sharp ice wall blocks most of space in front of the door where Elsa once stood. Anna runs after her, Hans and I follow. He rolls me up beside Anna, leaving Marie behind. Elsa appears distressed. Anna keeps pushing with her questioning. The people are smiling, seeming expectant of a positive response, at least a smile back. It's not their fault they don't know. "Elsa, take some deep breaths. Anna, please give her some space to breathe. ..Elsa, it's okay. Let's head back inside and-" "And what??! Go back to my room? I can't go back inside I-"
The people gasp as Elsa freezes the fountain by accident. I stand in an attempt to run after her as she flees. My legs immediately fail and Hans grabs me by my arms just in time to set me down. Anna chases after Elsa.
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Snow falls heavily across Arendelle. The soft cold white packs itself on the rooftops and ground, blanketing everything. The water is slick, frozen waters turned to ice. It has been like this for days. Our visitors can not return home for it is too dangerous. Traveling in such weather would be too risky... and boat is not an option due to the waters being frozen. Elsa broke down and ran off. I hope she is alright, and Anna will return with her. Both of them, alive. For now they are gone. I would say I'm alone, but that would be a lie. I have Hans by my side. He is as warm as the hearth he keeps burning for us. I know it is improper... but I have allowed Hans to stay in my bed during his prolonged stay. I know it is far too soon to marry him but... I.. don't know. There's just something about his smile and words that draw me in. He's so charismatic. His words are sweeter than any nectar. He reassures me and the people that everything will be alright. He is confident and kind, giving out blankets to warm wood to burn. I have assisted in knitting blankets and poorly made gloves. I am not well practiced in making clothes. I prefer to make blankets and offer them to those in need. I gaze upon Hans as he sits by the fire wrapped in one of the blankets I made. My heart warms as my mind wanders on the fact I'm crushing on someone for the first time ever. Well... a real person. I have crushed on many of the men I have written. I confess I often daydream. Laying in bed most days gives me time to ponder. Surely Hans is unclaimed... He has no wedding ring.
