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Enwrapped
This is snippet from my gift-exchange fic for the Frozen Yuletide 2022 event. A Kristanna (Frozen) - Tangled AU-Fusion. Inspired by the art piece below the text...
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Nobody had told him the reason why that girl with azury shining eyes, surrounded by a sea of freckles spread across her face like the sky full of stars, was locked up in the castle keep.
It was his duty to protect the girl from intruders, nosy people sneaking in to catch a glimpse of her or listen to her bell like voice. Not to think what might happen to her if she got out of that protected house and garden.
She was like a bird hidden in a golden cage.
“You shall not talk to her, nor look her in the eyes. You help the maid if she needs a hand on things like carrying up a bucket of water. But no more. Mind you, should we find out you disregard the rules!”
The words of the first guard were still ringing in his ears. He had not come all the way to jeopardize the chance of improving his living while risking the beheading axe because of a pretty girl. No, he had no intention for hazard.
“Why is that so?” he had asked.
“Is what?”
“That the young lady is not allowed to leave the garden grounds.”
“That´s none of your business.” The superior had growled.
“What´s her name?” He had curiously looked up to the closed window.
“This also is none of your business.”
He had kept in mind what he had been told.
But the young lady did not seem to know about those rules, baring a smile on her lips every time she passed him.
The first day, that he had stood at the foot of the tower, guarding the entrance, and she had come out to stroll through the garden, she had stopped at the door.
“Good morning, you are new here, right?”
He had glared ahead, uncertain of what to do. And so, he had simply nodded once, not looking at her. Though then, curiosity grew in him, since her voice was that of the loveliest nightingale. So tender, and yet so full of life.
“Welcome, then!” She had chirped, her voice wallowing up to his ears. “What´s your name?”
This was a question that demanded a proper answer, that he could not give.
“Don´t you have a name?” She asked now, remaining standing beside him, which made him cringe inwardly. Where was the maid to tear this girl away from him?
“I know you are not allowed to talk to me.” She now talked even softer, and she leaned a bit closer. “And I hate that. You need not fear. Nobody is here. You can tell me. Please. It´s so terrible to hear no other voice than Gerda´s all day. Just your name. Please. So that I can wish you a good morning by name when I come out. It´s only polite, isn´t it?”
Gosh, she was persevering… but what else was there for her to do when she was not allowed to go anywhere…
He cleared his voice and felt his stomach clench when he pressed out his almost inaudible answer through clenched teeth.
“Bjorgman… Kristoff…”
“Nice to meet you, Kristoff.” She hushed conspiratorially, “I´m Anna.”
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