A Dreaded Meeting {Closed RP » snedronninga
It was the worst part of being royalty, the meetings. Since Elsa's new found title, they seemed to be happening more often than not, much to Anna's dismay. She absolutely dreaded them, the long speeches, monotone voices, everything just made her want to scream. Most of the time she would get out of them, fake an illness, hide away, anything. But, this time, she wasn't so lucky.
Elsa had found her in her usual spot, practically dragged her out, and was forcing her to attend. "Oh come on, Elsa. Please don't make me do this." She begged, resisting her sisters pulling. "You know how much I hate these stupid meetings. It's always the same things; Trading and rules. They're never interesting."
She was practically pleading with her now, watching as the carriage pulled up before the castle. This was it. She was doomed to spend a lifetime in eternal boring-ness. Okay, maybe not a lifetime, but it always felt like it. "You suck." She muttered to her sister, pouting angrily as she was ushered into the cart.














