THERE IS A LEARNING CURVE TO EVERYTHING IN BERK. the people, the politics, the customs, the day - to - day structure, everything. while it had been intimidating when she’d first arrived from aren to the north to meet the man that two dead men had decided would be her husband one day, the longer that elsa has stayed and actively tried to ingratiate herself into this community ( trading in her usual thick dresses that went straight to the ground for more practical wardrobe choices, learning about the dragons that inhabited the island, and exploring recently charted areas with hiccup with they’d both needed an escape ), the easier it had become to see a life for herself here.
STILL, though, a leader of a foreign clan’s work was never done, especially during feasts in berk’s great hall, when the whole community gathered together for food, drink, song, and more drink. normally, elsa is able to hold court expertly, mingling with the throngs of people and being that perfect leader that her father had worked so hard to mold her into despite her innate abilities being such a hindrance. but this evening, she’s seemingly been cornered into an endless conversations with some of the more opportunistic residents of this island. she didn’t blame them for their curiosity, but she does blame them for their insistance, which has her politely, if frantically, looking for some familiar face in the crowd to rescue her, give her some kind of excuse-------
the gentle touch on her arm is met with a quick glance, almost PANICKED as she cannot take another person asking her what her opinion on the fishing season this year would be like, but it’s @witchedhours ( as hiccup ), slowly leading her away from the small circle that had formed around her, saying something about how the ice queen of aren owes him a dance. elsa is, of course, polite and gracious and promising to speak to them all later, but as soon as they are out of earshot, she turns her gaze to hiccup, and it is full of gratitude.
“ MY HERO. ” there’s a warmth to the words as they navigate, elsa quite content enough to be led wherever, as long as it was away. “ what caught your eye first, the look of a cornered animal or the fact that i was silently screaming ? ” her laugh is music, despite the circumstances, full of mirth and life that the people of aren would never believe. their chieftess, what little they saw of her, was cold and distant, never letting someone get this close to her. long fingers gather the dress she’s opted for this evening -- because she could never be rid of them entirely -- away from those who might step on it into a bunch of fabric in her hand. but then she sees that they’ve made it to the edge of the dance floor, and hiccup is standing in front of her, hand outstretched. an eyebrow is raised, curious smile painting her lips. “ i thought you weren’t much of a dancer ... ? what changed your mind ? ”
[ SAVE ] -- dancin’ round the kitchen in the refrigerator light -- accepting
