SEND A ♚. YOUR CHARACTER FALLS ASLEEP ON MINE, I’LL REPLY WITH WHAT MINE DOES.
Elsa didn’t know when exactly it happened. She’d been sitting on the floor of her ice palace, legs crossed to one side (even when no one was around, she was ladylike). Perhaps today she’d chosen to light the fireplace even though there was no other human around for miles (she’d just come from one of her rounds, so she knew this for a fact), and perhaps today she held a certain longing in her chest for a sister long dead and gone - a longing that never quite went away, even though she could push it out of her mind for whole weeks or months at a time. Maybe she let herself feel a little too much, maybe the ice flowed cold in her veins today, maybe she simply needed companionship or something fun.
But somehow, in some unexpected and unexplained way, Elsa’d ended up with a bare-footed teenage boy sleeping in her lap.
Her first impulse was to scream, but years of choking off her feelings kept her from doing that - possibly the best idea, since that would have woken him up. Although, if he was awake, perhaps he would have the same feelings about this as she did. Something about this just felt…odd.
Still…something about the teenager calmed her. Elsa ran a hand along her white braid once, twice, allowing herself to calm down, and finally let out a deep breath. Best to wait and see what would happen. It wasn’t every day that someone visited her palace, and it was even rarer when something like this happened.
…and by rare, she really meant it had never happened and she would never have expected it. But wonderful things often happened in such a way.
