#umvetrinn

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@umvetrinn​  said:      She can't sleep, one would think she'd collapse as soon as she could, but she's scared to, even tucked securely into Emily's side, leeching off the heat of the Empress's body. "I —" Her voice is still brittle, raw and hoarse. ( Everything feels raw right now, bare fingers wiggle experimentally, as if to prove she's still in control. ) Her teeth still feel like there's black sand stuck in the crevices. Coarse and scratchy against her tongue. Every word difficult. "I'm sorry, for not telling you."

One  of  the  very  signature  things  about  Emily’s  relationship  with  Elsa  is  that  it’s  open.   Securely  so.   From  small  things  like  the  way  Emily  is  usually  without  a  shirt  when  she’s  holding  Elsa --    she’s  bare,  physically,   emotionally.   She  doesn’t  have  to  hide  under  the  many,   complicated  layers  of  Empress.    Emily  just  peers  at  Elsa’s  wiggling  fingers.    Her  face  is  neutral,   calm  respite  in  brown  eyes.    She  reaches  up  the  arm  that  isn’t  tucked  under  Elsa’s  neck  &  shoulders,   fingertips  just  gliding  along  the  back  of  Elsa’s  knuckles.   A  soft,   knowledgeable  touch.     “   I  wouldn’t  have  told  you  either  for  fear  of  putting  you  in  danger.   ”     Just  a  pause,   Emily’s  hand  staying  where  it  is.

“   Are  you  still  afraid?   ”

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“you  know  you’re  always  welcome.” anna  commented  ,  soft  smile  on  her  lips  as  she  saw  her  sister.  no  matter  how  far  they’re  apart  ,  she  will  ALWAYS  welcome  her  sister  with  open  arms.  “so  ,  what  brings  you  here.  you’ve  missed  kristoff  and  sve ,  they’ve  taken  olaf  to  look  at  some  fishes.”

[vinterhjerte]

@umvetrinn​   :   “STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!”

TEETH SNAPPED TOGETHER IN ORDER TO keep harsh words from spilling out. Her chest felt tight, a heat gathering there, and one hand pressed over her heart. Was it not enough for grief to still flow so freely through her veins? Must her sisters also earn her ire, must they push her buttons? But this was not like when they were children, sneaking out of bed to play. Things were entirely more serious now

“Go back to your room,” she finally said, voice dangerously low and controlled. The fingers of the hand remaining by her side had curled up, trembling. Perhaps it was cruel to order Elsa there, when truthfully she just wanted her out of the room, but a part of her wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. Runa was tired, and hurting, and didn’t need her little sister questioning her, nor shouting at her. 

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Corvo could find something in common with what she said. The Emperor stood out on the balcony of the keep, hands rested on the edges as he looked out towards the pale moon that hung over Dunwall. However, he knew he could not ignore his visitor for too long and he turned to look towards the Queen. 

“I suppose one in your position has a lot to think about. Seems exhausting.” 

He certainly didn’t speak like a statesmen. He didn’t speak like a noble. He spoke like a man who had been raised on the streets and had found himself put into a position of power by forces outside of his birth. Yet, there was a hardness to his eyes and it certainly traveled down equally to the manner in which his large hands gripped the stonework of the balcony. 

Corvo finally pushed off the side of the balcony and faced Elsa, looking down at her and offering a formal, respectful bow. He might rather dislike any manner of dignitary work and engagement with the Isle’s allies, but he knew his duty. 

“I apologize that we haven’t met sooner. I am not used to getting visits from allied royalty. Usually it is a dignitary.”

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@vetrhridar​      →     unprompted.

"Aqua —" Her voice is a sigh, an exhale. Slowly, the Goddess leans in, mouth just brushing her lover's as she slips closer, slips into her lap fluidly. The ice chill of her breath fanning over Aqua's lips, cold fingers sliding to gently cup the Keyblade Master's jawline. She pauses briefly, before closing the distance between them completely, kissing her softly.

‘ elsa.... ’ 

aqua practically purrs  ,  her arms circling around the goddess’ waist gently as she slides into her lap  ,  smiling softly.  she can’t help the way her breath catches when elsa’s cold lips brush against her own  ,  heart fluttering in the confines of her chest  &  goosebumps rising where elsa’s fingers trace over her jaw.  she hums when the small distance between them is closed  ,  one hand sliding up elsa’s back slowly  ,  tangling lightly in her hair.  she only leans back when her lungs begin to burn with the  need  to breathe  ,  but doesn’t go too far  ,  smiling softly  ,  &  were she not sitting  ,  aqua thinks her knees might feel weak. 

‘ i’ve missed you. ’

[carvedbones]

   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 was a gift from the void, a serene sense of being that not everyone had come to cherish : some were barred from it by the torture of insomnia, and some simply did not care for the dreams that they’d come to witness.  few examples of genuine invitations to the void were seldom true, the outsider’s pickiness and selfish morality barring him from taking some deserving to see the eternal sea of blue it held.  even if it was the meaning of one’s life, it was no guarantee for the outsider to pity them and guarantee entrance.  no.. you had to be special.

   she was.  

   there was a certain attentiveness to his words that most wouldn’t be able to discern.  no, he did not know her well.  but did he need to in order to recognise her potential ?  silent intrigue reigned his emotions, both fascinated by the differences in how people handled major power... as well as what its source could be.   ❛  be careful,  ❜  soft words fell from lips in a manner meant to guide as much as warn,   ❛  this place is deceptive.  ❜

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@umvetrinn​ asked:  ❝ excuse the cold hands. ❞ - at Floki? ➜  Accepting / AMERICAN GODS

     𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. A winter’s chill travels up his spine. A visible shiver will follow. It isn’t that the cold is unwelcome, only a surprise; but he continues to hold the Ice Queen’s hands nonetheless. “  I have survived many harsh winters. I do not mind the cold.” He responds with a welcoming and comforting tone, leading her further into his home and urging her to sit close to the fire he had made. “  What brings you to my home?” He will question, releasing the young woman’s hands to poke at the flames beneath the boiling pot of stew. Kicking up embers as logs are rearranged to lift the flames. He can’t help but to change the subject, far too excited to know her thoughts on his progress of the boats he had been working on for her. “  Have you seen the new boats?”

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✭✭ also one for Elsa and one for inga

The cold doesn’t bother Elsa (with one Very Notable exception), but the heat certainly does. When the weather rises above a certain degree, she becomes lethargic and, if it’s hot enough, disoriented (the whole thing is similar, in my mind, to the symptoms of heat exhaustion or heat stroke, but Caused By Ice Magic)

When Inga was very small, pre-Incident, and she first heard the rumors whispered by the townsfolk that Elsa might be a changeling, she was personally offended on Elsa’s behalf. She actually berated the unfortunate person she overheard saying it, informing them sternly that, even if Elsa’s white hair and eerie eyes might be unusual, there was no way Elsa could be anything but her sister, because they were twins and they had come into the world together.