#guddessen

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guddessen replied to your post: @guddessen​ sent:      ������!!! – When Elsa was...

YEAH FUCK THE TROLLS!!!

agnarr: well based on that terrifying vision, we’ll lock the gates, reduce the staff, limit her contact with people and keep her powers hidden from everyone

pabbie, who just had to say ‘her fear of her own powers is the issue, if she loves them she’ll be fine’:

[lahppan]

@guddessen​ | sc.

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 her, listening as she told Arendellian stories. Sitting cross-legged before them, Iduna’s hand movements were exaggerated, telling the tale of Aren and the way he split the land to create the Arenfjord with his magical sword, Revolute. Each face was raptured, her skills having been honed by years of telling similar tales to her own children. 

Just as the thought crossed her mind, a phantom entered her vision. For surely that couldn’t be her daughter, here, somehow through the mist that encased them all? And yet, had Iduna herself not managed the same feat. 

She was instantly on her feet, ignoring the confused questions of the little ones, and raced over to the young woman. Stopping in front of her, tears filled her eyes. Elsa was a little older, and yet she carried so much more confidence than she had ever seen before. How desperately she wanted to wrap her arms around her child and never let her go -- but that old request echoed in the back of her mind. 

“My little snow,” she whispered, reaching out a hesitant hand, the other tucking her hair behind an ear. “Is it really you?”

[inhumanistic]

@guddessen​ // ELSA :

HERE SHE SITS, perched elegantly on a BENCH in the garden, watching the snow fall. Perhaps she shouldn’t be out here, perhaps she should’ve STAYED INSIDE — but he never said she COULDN’T venture outside, and so she has. Slipped out and found somewhere to sit in the GUST OF WINDS that bring the snow down. ( While the storm has let up a tiny bit, cold not bothering her or not, it’s no condition to travel in regardless. ) Her eyes are trained UPWARDS, fixed on the flurries when she hears his footsteps coming towards her.

She stays SILENT, even as he sits down beside her. Merely lets the silence linger for a few moments.

“I always liked the way the SNOW FALLS,” she says softly, finally. Her voice is MELODIC, a soothing elegant tone that feels like a KULNING waiting to happen. Perhaps it is, a readiness to call to the spirits at a MOMENTS NOTICE. “It makes everything so QUIET —beautiful. Like putting a blanket over the entire world.”

     Cogsworth had told him their guest had wandered out to the garden, but information was not news, for he had already known. DISTRUST still high, the Beast had been keeping tabs on the princess, asking the enchanted mirror to show her to him every now and then, but this was the first time he decided to actually venture out to truly see her and check up on her, not just watch her through a pane of magical glass.

    She sat on the same bench he usually found himself on, a place he took respite in when days seemed too much, he figures there is enough room that he might as well join her. The garden is the Beast favorite part of the castle, it's the only part that still seems alive, the only part that didn’t really transform into a twisted version of itself. Usually it was filled with roses, but roses are now covered with the same snow that sticks to fur, suffering through the same cold that stings. At least the Beast has a thick fur coat, or freeze of the continuing storm would have cut him to the core.

    He sits and stares out at the falling flakes, unsure what to say, just waiting for the silence to break. When it does, head nods, inclined to agree. He did not mind the snow, it, like rain, was calming to him. He couldn’t quite see the beauty in it, but he certainly enjoyed the quiet.   -- - -    ❝  Yes,  it’s  . . .  nice.  ❞  there’s a pause, a feeling as if he should say more but unsure how to continue, it has been quite some time since he’s participated in small talk.    -- - -    ❝  But . . .  hopefully  the  storm  will  be  over  soon.  ❞

[glorywaited]

☽ /  @guddessen​ :  👀 ah why not                   FOR EVERY 👀  MY MUSE RECEIVES THEY’LL REMOVE A PIECE OF CLOTHING !!  ( accepting !!  )

       THERE’S A MOMENT OF HESITATION, fingers reaching for her glove but she feels generous -- or perhaps she wants to give the queen something of a show more than just a glove or the precarious image that gloves carry. so the swordswoman slowly pulls off the outer tunic -- up && over her head with a shake of obsidian curls as the garment is tossed down before her, smirk ever present as she’s left in only her skintight maroon undershirt && tights.

     ❝   your majesty.   ❞

[snaer-a]

THE ATTIC, he has found, is a wonderful place to play. Anna and Kristoff are busy with kingdom duties, and Elsa... Well, he isn’t quite sure what Elsa does now when she visits, but he assumes it’s very important. In the attic, there is plenty he can amuse himself with and not need a playmate; toys and clothes and books, not to mention whatever he can imagine with his powers. It’s dark, and dusty, but it’s full of old things nobody needs anymore, and he loves to shift through them like an adventurer discovering treasure.

Today, he has found an old trunk, pushed into a dark corner where he almost hadn’t seen it. Carefully, he runs his finger over the inscription below the keyhole, mouthing the letters to himself one by one :    E   L   S   A

Oh, he knows that word !   That’s one of his very favorite words, because it means one of his favorite people. Eagerly, he pushes the trunk open to see what it holds  --  And pauses, mystified. Gloves. Rows and rows of neatly folded and stacked gloves. Elsa used to wear gloves, he knows, from stories she and Anna have told, but she stopped before he knew her. But why would she keep them up here ?   She doesn’t mind cold, he knows, because he doesn’t either, and she says he got that from her, like the powers they both have. But maybe she could give them to somebody who does, like Anna or Gerda or the nice ladies from the village.

❝ Pretty, ❞  he murmurs, lifting a pair from the trunk to rub experimentally between his fingers. The fabric is soft and smooth, and he wonders....

He hears the door in the attic floor open, and turns, one glove slipped onto a pale hand, and the other still held against his chest.  ❝ Look, Mama, ❞  he chirps, the familial appellation one he has only been bold enough to use when it’s just them,   ❝ I found something pretty. ❞

❄ ∵ * ∴  @guddessen​​ !

[peacefulapostlearchive]

@guddessen​  || late nights

“I like it when the worlds quiet.” from elsa!!

            and this is rare for hope county  .  even in the midst of cascade hills  .  usually , beyond the pines he can still hear the gunfire and explosions  ,  just at a distance  .  the world is quiet and it is truly a  BLESSING and on they’ve been needing for quite some time  .  yet there is still dread in the apostle’s bones  . ❝  typically  ,  i do as well  ,  but this only feels as if it is an eye of a devastating storm that is just out of our eyesight  .  ❞ this mindset is not his  ,  and very dark despite his normal temperament  .  the quiet of this world that is usually a depiction of more peaceful times doesn’t apply to hope county  . ❝  i just hope this dread passes soon  . ❞

[horrorempathya]

*      @guddessen​ said:        ⓀⒾⓈⓈ for..... kristen.......?

“   ---     the  whole  entire  thing  is  dangerous.     i’m  dangerous ,     he’s  dangerous ,     it’s  dangerous.    ya  gettin’  it  yet,  baby ?   ”      kristen’s  face  isn’t  neutral ,     no  smooth  smile.     it’s  all  annoyed  facial  expressions.      the  hand  in  a  cast  clutched  against  her  stomach.    she’s  still  so  fucking  deadly  with  just  one  hand.    she’s  tired  of  people  entering  this  war ,     tired  of  aiden  kane’s  manipulation ,     tired  of  losing  lives.     she’s  just  so  damn  exhausted.     face  is  still  bruised  too ,     vibrant  green  eyes  flashing  so  fully  with  emotion.    it’s  such  a  rare  occurrence  that  she’d  ever  let  someone  into  her  hotel  room  that  wasn’t  Thoth  resistance  or  she’s  trying  to  fuck.    it’s  either  right  now ,     it’s  just  accepting  a  little  help.    and  she’s  not  quite  sure  what  would  have  come  next.    quietly  asking  elsa  to  leave ,    just  leaving  herself  but  the  taller  woman  pressed  a  kiss  to  her  upper  lip.     the  same  fucking  lip  that  just  trembled  because  that’s  her  DAMN  SCAR.     kristen  sighs.     doesn’t  say  a  single  sarcastic  thing ,     doesn’t  raise  her  voice ,     just  bows  her  head.

*    meme ,        accepting .

[pureiimaginationss-arch]

@guddessen || s.c.

It was impossible not to feel the chilling presence of this other being. An ancient magic both foreign yet familiar. It stirred something deep within Moder, something that had lay dormant for centuries in her numbing slumber. But, just as it had when she heard that haunting song, so too did it now draw her further into the trees. A part of the woods she had not ventured into.

Steps were precise and silent. A malformed shadow that stalked through the forest despite her massive size. It was only at the sight of pale blonde and that same winter chill that Moder stilled, hiding among the trees where only the piecing orange glow of her two deep set eyes could be spotted from the shadows.