#vinterhjerte

[reginaestellae]

@vinterhjerte liked for a starter with Queen Iduna

"You look beautiful," Iduna said as she watched her firstborn prepare for her coronation. She'd been waiting for this day since her husband died, and while Iduna wished the circumstances were different, she was happy she could be here today.

"Every inch a queen."

[sparesovereign]

angst stater // accepting

@vinterhjerte asked: “Stay here, I’ll be right back. I promise I will be back.”

"NO, ELSA!!!"

Anna's voice was stern and commanding, her fist clenching tightly as she held back her true rage. "You promised me we would do this together! And I'm tired of you breaking your promises! You want to go? Then we are going together. And I swear if you try and pull out another ice boat trick, I swear I'll...I'll...."

The Queen looked at her surroundings, attempting to find something to to unleash her anger upon. Sadly, all the young woman could do was kick the snow below her feet.

As her temper subsided, her breathing leveling out, Anna gradually began to feel like herself once more. She didn't like being angry, it was something that was a rare sight to see, but one could only bottle up their frustrations for so long and Elsa seemed to be rather good at loosening the lid.

"For once, please...please can you just trust me to help you?! Don't shut me out.....not again...."

[herresponsibiliity]

@vinterhjerte​​​ ​ liked for a thread.

It was Attina’s job to know everything. To have everything planned and perfect down to the smallest detail. And she had worked her ass off. The meeting would start at ten, lunch had already been ordered and would be delivered by one, if everything went by the itinerary of the packets she had laid out, the deal should be struck and made by three which meant any paperwork she’d have to scan and file could be done by five. “Which means I can help Mom with dinner and get the girls in bed at a decent time.” She mused aloud.

[forgaeven1]

she doesn’t like him,  hans could tell.   and it’s not his fault that she doesn’t.   it’s not his fault either that anna   —   sweet,  bright,  and oh-so-lonely anna  —  was so quick to introduce him to her as a close friend,   a   -   what do they call it these days ?  -   study buddy,  even.   though hans doesn’t need a study buddy.  if he does not excel in anything,  it will be entirely an information he and his tutor would know  -   no one else.   he cannot be perceived as anything short of perfect lest he wants his brothers’ teeth sinking into him in forms of mockery and insults.  which,  if he were to be frank,  he does not need more of.

and anyways   —   the heiress to arendelle does not like him.

hans does not care,  except he does.   it itches at him,  that his smiles cannot fool her;  that his gentle demeanour,  so many years of him practising how to bow and speak and soften parts of his expression on demand,  cannot impress her.   though that’s foolish,  to even need to impress her.  what shall he gain from it ?   anna clearly does not need her sister’s permission for a few hours of tutoring.  and that’s all it was,  wasn’t it ?   mayhaps anna holds some sort of ...   feelings for him,  but they are not courting.  hans isn’t,  at least.

so why does it matter if the older sister does not approve ?   there is nothing to approve of in the first place.   yet still,  the itch is ever-present,  and hans smiles automatically;  his dimple shows.  he does not give his irritation away.   ‘  ah,  your highness.   i see the newly-crowned prince and princesses have invited you.  ’

   @vinterhjerte​   /   starter call

[nctalone]

@vinterhjerte​    said    ❝    can    you    just    listen    and    do    as    i    say    for    once    ?    ❞ 

𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒    𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.        theres    a    physical    step    taken    backwards    by    the    younger    sibling.        elsa    has    never    snapped    at    anna    like    this    before    ,    and    the    red    head    already    knew    she    hated.        didn’t    want    it    to    ever    happen    again.        ❝    i    .    .    .        i    am    sorry.    ❞        words    are    stuttered    as    she    tries    to    regain    her    composer    ,    trying    to    not    let    it    bother    her.        ❝    i    just    ,    um    ,    was    trying    to    give    another    idea.        see    another    side    .    .    .        but    i    see    now    that    is    not    what    you    wanted    at    all.        i    will    go.    ❞    

[lightbegun]

Their people do not call her Snow Queen or Snow-Kissed, the words they had murmured so reverently about Elsa, as though her sister was not just queen but goddess  ---  They had been CORRECT, in a fashion, she supposes.  But they have other names for her :   Anna the Brave, Anna the Kind, Anna the True.

It warms her heart, and yet at the same time, makes her feel vaguely guilty.  She had not felt brave or kind or true, when the events in the forest had occurred.  She had felt HOLLOW, going through the motions to do what needed done.  She was no hero, no champion of the people, but a heartbroken girl.  But her people look up to her for guidance, even when she feels like she has none to give.

❝ Sometimes, I feel like I don’t deserve it, ❞  She confesses, for Elsa is her confidant, her other half, and the one person who might understand.  ❝ They love me, even when I don’t know what to do. ❞   

･ ° ♕ ° ･  @vinterhjerte​​​​ wanted a starter ( from Anna ) !

[xthesparequeen-a]

& soft and sweet starter // accepting

@vinterhjerte​ asked:  ❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜

Anna’s fingers gripped her pillow tightly, leaning back against the headboard as a long drawn out sigh left her lips. Oh how she wished she could go on some sort of rant, some sort of speech that would help explain to her sister everything she had felt all these years. The loneliness. The pain. The suffering. Everything that was bottled up inside of her, remnants still lingering to this day.

But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

Instead, Anna offer Elsa a weak smile and a nod of her head. “I know I know. I was never truly alone. I did have you just....there was a door between us. There always was. But let’s not think about that. I mean, we’re together again. I mean sure, things have changed. You’ve changed. I’ve changed. Olaf’s matured, or so he says-”, the Queen chuckled. “-but we still love and care for one another and nothing will ever change that.”

[xthesparequeen-a]

at the royal ball starters // accepting

@vinterhjerte​ asked:  “I can’t dance, I’ll just make a fool of myself.”

"Oh please, I make a fool of myself all the time!”, Anna teased, chuckling as she gently nudged her sister’s side.

Gazing upon the dancers, watching as they effortlessly glided across the ballroom, the Queen silently was filled with envy, wishing she could be as graceful as they. Then again, it wouldn’t make her uniquely ‘Anna’ if she was.

“Come on, we can make fools of ourselves together. Care to pick a partner and dance? We can make a game out of it. Who steps on their partners toes the most.”