Places a soft chilly kiss at the tip of her nose ❄
Sora told Xion all sorts of stories about Arendelle. A kingdom nestled in cold mountains of pine and gray stone. A castle on a fjörd as smooth as glass. Xion had visited once but on the far side of the mountains admits bitter snow storm. She left within hours of arrival. She had seen none of the legendary landscape Sora promised, and she certainly didn’t meet any princesses. He claimed to have met two. On her second trip though, Xion began to see what he was talking about.
Warm but not burning sunlight kissed Xion’s cheeks as she stepped from shadowed portal to the quaint streets of cobblestone and thatched roof. The breeze was pleasant. Ladies in billowing and colorful gowns bartered at a thriving mark. Little kids chased each other between the twisting alleyways of the small village. There was magic here, Xion could feel it in the air, just as Sora promised. He also demanded she go introduce herself to ‘Anna’ and ‘Elsa,’ ‘they’re so nice!’ Some inquiring revealed that ‘Anna’ and ‘Elsa’ were the princesses he met, or rather Princess and Queen. So, Xion guessed she had a royal audience.
The Queen was robed in crystal ice, delicate lace knitted of frozen snowflake. Ice flourished in the white braid of her hair, tossed over thin, pale shoulder. Crystal clear eyes regarded Xion in chilling stare. Xion stood in waiting, hands clasped behind her at foot of throne. Sora’s name got her this far but it was her prerogative to impress. In the Organization she was always told not to interact with people of the worlds. It was not in her mission. Sora had a different modus operandi, these people were good friends. Ones he hoped to see again.
The Queen stepped forward, stood on step above Xion had to crane her head to look into heart-shaped face. Should she bow or curtsey? She didn’t know how to do either. Then the Queen reached from depths of cloak thing but elegant hand, a finger hooked beneath Xion’s chin to tilt her face just so. Queen Elsa leaned down and pressed a single, soft kiss, the briefest fluttering of a touch to the tip of Xion’s nose. Both brow and bridge scrunched at sudden contact and as liquid cold seeped into Xion’s form, surprising but not unpleasant. Even for a body like hers, Xion shivered. The Queen returned her hand and straightened, soft smile curling her lips.
“Thank you, your majesty?”