I can't spit out the words to tell you how much I love you. As I write down millions of reasons why your soul lights up my body; ignites my heart and gets it racing so fast by the slightest touch: words cant form the perfect shape that my lips make when I say your name. Words can't be formed to describe the fire you rush through my veins. I almost think its position sometimes, but love isn't poisonous. It's dangerous.. Us together is dangerous, we can fight the world together and no body stands a chance. Maybe that's why I'm afraid, afraid because a love so passionate eventually burns out.
@xdarkpara-dise //: Your name left imprints on my tongue 3:45 am
When you told me you didn't have a babe, I was remarkably confused. I know you have a girl. I asked if you meant that you don't have a babe with you. You said yes. I told you to call her. I don't know why I sat by the phone for hours.
Authors Note: This isn't really Elsanna or for shipping purposes really... I just got to thinking... what if someone's family was severely effected by the staff cut after Elsa is locked away? What would happen if Anna had gone and talked to Elsa alone when she requested it at the coronation?
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Hanna's mom and dad had worked for the palace in Arendelle for thirty years. The pay was generous and the work was simple enough for on the job training. Their skills however were not very useful outside the royal setting. So, when the King and Queen dramatically reduced the staff members and shut the entire castle down, Hanna's family was left with out a job and skills that were not applicable to everyday life in Arendelle.
It was a hard life after that. Her parents never got a stable job and got into a lot of legal trouble stealing and what not. They only ever had enough money to feed their daughter. They where strong willed and Hanna figured that is where she got her stubbornness and determination from.
After ten years of this however, her parents quickly wilted away to nothing. Their funeral was bare minimum. Cremation with no ceremony. Arendelle reserved burial for the wealthy as it took up precious land that could be used for something else.
Hanna had tried to come up with the 100 gold pieces but barely got to 25 before the payment was due. Now all she owned was two urns filled with the only two people she had ever cared for and loved. Sure she had friends but many of those were lost with her parents job.
"It's all her fault! They closed the castle because of her!" Hanna told the urn with her father inside it. She didn't know exactly why but rumors spread like wild fire in the small kingdom as to why the King and Queen had locked the doors and cut hundreds of jobs. There was something wrong with the girl, she was evil, cursed with some strange power, so they locked her away so she couldn't hurt anyone is what the people were saying.
"I'll fix this. You just watch! I will find a way in and confront this witch. It's because of her your dead. It's because of her we lived like this..." She rolled the urn around in her hands and then set it down on the ground next to the urn with her mother's remains. As she walked away and left them there a plan formed in her mind. She would become the best blacksmith this kingdom ever saw. She would be so good they would have to hire her for the position at the palace. She would then tell- no- demand compensation for her life's troubles personally to Princess Elsa.
When the King and Queen tragically died at sea Hanna's job became much easier. Princess Elsa would now be forced out into the public as she would now be crowned Queen of Arendelle. Since the ruler of Arendelle was in charge of interviewing head positions at the castle Hanna might not even need to actually get the job, she just needed the interview.
"Can I ...speak with you? ...Alone?" Elsa was incredibly nervous even though she had made it through the coronation ceremony Anna was proving difficult testing her emotions at every turn. It wasn't the suggestion of marriage entirely that filled Elsa with sudden terror, but the thought of more people in the castle.
She was barley making it one day, how could she do it all day everyday? Perhaps if she could just get Anna alone in order to tell her about her powers and why it couldn't happen, maybe the girl wouldn't be so angry with her.
The look on Anna's face at the request was pure irritation and just when Elsa thought she was going to refuse her, she sighed and nodded her head in agreement.
"So uh, what is this about?" Anna asked casually after a long silent moment between them. They were in Elsa's private chambers; It being her first time in the room, the princess was looking everywhere but at her sister.
Her hands shaking, Elsa reached out to still the girl in her movements but her hands fell just before contact was made. She made a fist and winced at the stupid mistake she had almost made. Anna caught the gesture and finally looked at the queen. She looked like a small frightened girl, so unsure of herself. Whatever anger or annoyance Anna had towards the blond vanished.
"Elsa, it's okay. For the first time, I can actually be here for you. Please, can you just trust me? You don't seem to be able to trust yourself. Why I am not sure, but I promise that if you just give me a chance-" Anna was cut off by Elsa's sudden movements.
The queen quickly turned around and grabbed a cup on the desk. She turned back to her sister, lips pierced. She grabbed it hard in her hand and held it out to Anna. Confused she took it.
"I don't get it? Do you have a drinking problem? I always thought because of the gloves it was a dirt thing... but..."
Elsa held up her gloved hands. "No. Anna... I don't... just watch okay?" The queen slowly pulled a glove off by the finger tips and before setting it behind her carefully, she took a deep breath. Then she reached out and touched the glass, it instantly turned into a block of ice. Anna dropped it and jumped back, the block of ice making a loud thud as it hit the floor.
So this was it. This was her dark secret. She could freeze things. This is why Elsa had not spoken to or seen her in 13 years. this is why a painting of Joan of Arch was Anna's only friend growing up. All she could do was just stare at the cup-cicle on the floor with a frown on her face.
Elsa was slowly starting to panic the longer it took Anna to have any sort of reaction. She quickly tried pulling her glove back on but dropped it next to the frozen cup, which was now accumulating a small puddle under it.
It seemed to break Anna out of her thoughts and she finally looked up. Elsa was just about to bend down to retrieve the glove when the red-head went for it at the same time, but the queen snapped up straight holding her hands against her chest once she realized what was about to happen. She didn't want to accidentally touch Anna reaching for it.
Anna picked it up and held it out to her sister expectantly. The older woman just stared at it however, noticing there was to much of a probability they would touch.
Anna's frown deepened as an epiphany hit her. Elsa was avoiding touching her. "Why are you doing that?" She asked.
"D-Doing what?"
The princess reach out to touch her and she took a step back hitting her lower back against the desk. Ice creeped across it's surface.
"That." the red head replied.
The queen's eyes squeezed shut and she took a shaky breath. "I can't touch...anyone. That's why I wanted to show you. You can't marry Hans. No one can move here... more people means m-more...accidents."
"Oh Elsa, we could just explain it. I am sure he would understand and not touch you-"
"Anna no! People just aren't that kind when it comes to things like this. You can't tell anyone."
The next morning Elsa's first business as queen was to interview people for the new black smith position. Normally the princess' presence wasn't needed for it but Anna had agreed to sit with Elsa in support, helping her get used to being around people. After a long talk the night before the princess had given up the marriage to Hans in favor of aiding her sister.
After a few applicants that didnt impress Elsa one bit, a young woman with long brown hair and bright green eyes walked through the doors of the throne room. She had on beautifully crafted plate armor and held a helmet in her hand. An empty sword sheath at her side. She had argued with the guards that she needed it to further demonstrate her smithing abilities, but they wouldn't allow her to bring it in.
Elsa looked upon the woman with interest.
"That some impressive armor..." the queen began.
"Hanna, your majesty." She said taking a bow.
Elsa waved away the action in annoyance. The formality was at the top of her list of annoyances that came with being queen.
"So, why should I chose you for this job?" the blond asked.
"Because you owe it to me." the brunette said it with much confidence, her head held high.
Before Elsa could respond Anna stood abruptly. "Excuse me? Show some respect!"
"Respect? It was because of her that my parents starved to death! They worked here at this palace," Hanna raised her arms up in the air gesturing to their surroundings. "for years. How was that repaid? Being fired, simply because your sister here was deemed unsafe to be around normal people."
Elsa felt the words hit her like daggers. It seemed the destruction and death her powers created knew no bounds. Perhaps Anna was right? They shouldn't stop at just telling Hans; They should tell the whole kingdom. With any bit of luck they might execute her so she would no longer have to deal with all this pain and anguish.
My pears are staring at me with their beady little eyes of fiber. I remember being drawn to them at the farmer's market last Wednesday. Now I'm unsure of their intentions. They seem to be sizing me up as if I may not deserve a healthy digestion. Perhaps I ravished one too many pears already.
My fiber intake could cure cancer. All those juicy pears were more than just juicy pears. I wish they knew how much I loved them. I wouldn't devour them without the utmost respect. That is why I like to perform a ritual when I eat my pears. I prepare an elaborate picnic, go out under a starry night down by the river, blow into a didgeridoo, shake a couple maracas, pray to the goddess of pears, and then slowly bite into each pear. I'll never change. The pear gene runs deep in my family. Generation after generation we have thrived on the sweet taste of pear.
