THE SNOW QUEEN.

come, my darling, homeward bound.

[vinterhjerte]

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄   :   independent, selective and private roleplay blog for elsa of arendelle from disney’s frozen franchise. canon compliant with both movies, the shorts and elements from books such as forest of shadows and dangerous secrets. characterisation and story elements also taken from the broadway musical. please read the rules in my carrd before interacting. credits for psds found in my carrd, all other graphics made by me. PERSONAL BLOGS DO NOT REBLOG MY POSTS.

as written by holly (she/her, 28). established 6 october 2013. previously dalvve & vinterdrxnning.

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[vinterhjerte]

oh no i'm reading the all is found anthology and it's so cute i'm melting

[sunlightswallowed]

My most beloved Elsa,

I heartily send you my greetings, and those of your uncle and cousin. I know that we cannot see each other as often as families who are not so high in rank, but know that I think of you daily, and your sweet sister. I beseech you to write and tell me how that you do. As for me and mine, we are all well and happy. Your cousin is nearing her sixth month gone with child, and increasingly restless, poor thing, as she cannot climb or ride in her state. She has enclosed for you a painting she has done of your Olaf, and asks that you send word of how you like it.

She asked me to inquire if you might accept the honor of standing godmother for her child when he or she comes --- If, in your role as Fifth Spirit, you are able or permitted to do so. If not, you needn't worry for offending us. We, of all people, understand too well how magic can complicate human affairs. Our only expectations are of your health and happiness. Regardless, we are eager to hear from you.

By the hand of your most affectionate and loving aunt,

Arianna

♔ ∵ * ∴ @vinterhjerte sent a feather for a letter

[vinterhjerte]

My dearest Aunt––

I must thank you for your sweet and kind letter, with the well-wishes therein that I have passed along and return to all of you as well. As always your letters bring my heart great peace. We speak often of our dear Cousin, and send our deepest hopes for her continued health and that of her babe. Anna and I both look forward most dearly to visiting once the time is right. The painting is most wonderful, and the subject himself has already decided it must have pride of place in the entrance hall, to which all of us have heartily agreed.

I would be most honoured to stand as godmother for dear Rapunzel’s child. Given the uniqueness of my own position, I have rather assumed that I may make my own decisions and thus I would overjoyed to be entrusted with such a position. Nothing could make me happier. Please pass along my deep gratitude for being asked?

Anna has requested I enquire as to whether our cousin has any particular colour she favours for the nursery? Kristoff has similarly asked how Eugene is managing?

Your ever affectionate niece,

Elsa

[vinterhjerte]

@sunlightswallowed : "I have a gift for you, Elsling," Arianna offers it to her with a smile: A shawl. Not a thick, woolen one, like the one Elsa had inherited from her mother; but lighter and in a thinner yarn, in white and silver and blue, with a complicated, lace-like pattern. "I made it with my own hands. I know you aren't troubled by cold like the rest of us, but you must forgive an old woman her worries for her niece."

Her immediate reaction was to take the delicate thing with careful hands, one underneath to hold the – admittedly small – weight of it, and the other the brush over the stitches, intricate and undoubtedly time-consuming. For a few seconds, she just ran her hand over the soft stitches, eyes wide but stinging slightly as she sucked her lips in between her teeth, her chin shaking slightly.

With careful movements, as it were made of glass and not yarn, Elsa placed the shawl aside, before throwing her arms around Arianna's shoulders. They had embraced since the thaw, of course they had, but this was more like when she had been a little girl, exuberant in her affection. Squeezing, she let her cheek rest on a shoulder. There was a sense of safety in holding her aunt, a comfort in the familiarity.

"Thank you," she murmured, voice a little watery from unshed tears but the smile bright on her face. "I love it. It's beautiful."

[vinterhjerte]

guess which snow queen has a birthday today

[reginaestellae]

Iduna wished there was more that she could say to reassure her daughter.

There were so many secrets, so many things that could not be said. Iduna hated it all, squeezing Elsa's shoulder through the cape, Iduna caught Elsa's eyes in the mirror.

"It's not optimism, it's faith, Elsa. Once all the quests have left and everything has settled down you and I will have a chat, alright?"

[vinterhjerte]

Shoulders stiffened against at such a pronouncement, but she forced them down again. Even talking to her own mother candidly had her stomach dropping and her heart racing. How had they come to this?

Glancing over her shoulder, she gave Iduna a small smile, trying to push away the nerves once again.

"I'm so glad you're here," she said before she could think better of it. "I'm so glad I'm not alone today."

[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...."

[vinterhjerte]

Her hands sprung from familiar shoulders, feet carrying her a step back at the force of Anna's anger. The words had fallen from her lips, distracted as she looked away, and now she wished she could take them back. Of course they would upset Anna, she had been blind not to see it. Her own excitement had come over her, but now it was swept away as surely as if Gale had been able to steal it from her chest.

"I'm not–I didn't..." Elsa paused, looking down at the ground with a growing annoyance at herself. Hands curled in and out of fists a few times as she tried to formulate what she actually wanted to say. Two years away from the crown, and she was still managing to mess things up this badly. "I have a surprise for you, and I realised I forgot something. I was about to go and get it. That was all. I'm sorry."

Her eyes remained focused on the forest floor, shame taking the place of the previous buoyancy, heavy in her stomach.

"I asked you up here," she continued, stepping forward once more and taking Anna's hand in her own, rubbing her thumbs over her knuckles. "Because I had planned a surprise. I'm sorry if I worried you. You have to know that if it was truly something to worry about that I'd tell you? And that I wouldn't shut you out? Not now. Never again."

[jbbarnes]

barnes is the only howling commando to give his life in service of his country.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀canon divergent james bucky barnes of the mcu.

[vinterhjerte]

btw, as well as edward, you can also catch me on @jbbarnes these days

[vinterhjerte]

@fatesdesign | starter call.

HER HAND SHOT INTO THE AIR as Elsa finally recognised who it was stood on the bridge to the castle gates. Urging the Nokk on, Elsa hopped light from its back as soon as her feet would hit solid stone, giving the water spirit a quick scratch behind the ear. With a watery whinny, the spirit disappeared once more into the Arenfjord, and she was free to welcome their guest.

It took only a few paces to be at the princess' side, a spring in her step as she crossed the cobbles. It would seem her idea to surprise her sister by returning from the forest a day early had been beaten.

"Rapunzel," she greeted warmly, taking her hands. "Anna didn't tell me you were coming to visit."

[vinterhjerte]

How does one become mutuals with you??? I followed you last year... was hoping to write. But uh... yeah. I hate asking. but curious if you have some "absolutely not!" things? or "I'll absolutely follow them!"????

no worries for asking, nonny. i know i haven't been the most active since i started working, so checking my followers kinda fell by the wayside. i have limited free time and energy for rp now, and i've noticed (and want to change) that i've mainly been attracted to fandoms or characters i already know. i do love ocs and i know plenty of fandoms i only know about because i wrote with people in those fandoms first, so i do want to go through my followers properly and seek out those i could definitely see myself clicking with.

i will say i can't think of anything that makes me think 'absolutely!', but there is one main turn off for me, and maybe it makes me a snob, but it's bad grammar. just simple things like not formatting dialogue correctly does put me off a little. i don't mean things like a missing comma or occasional typo (god knows i do enough of that), but just simple things, you know?

i'm also more of a wordy writer as i've gotten older, and i gravitate to those who also write about three or so paragraphs per reply. i really struggle with one liners. but that part isn't really a big issue. i just want something chunky to sink my teeth into when i do get to reply, you know?

oh, thinking, i do actually also really appreciate easy to find blog info. whether that's a pinned or in your theme, if i can't find your rules/about/etc, i struggle to follow back. i make a point of reading everyone's rules before i follow, so if i can't find them, it makes my life more difficult.

[vinterhjerte]

i really hate to be this person, but gentle reminder that i am a mutually exclusive blog. that means i only write with those i'm in a mutual follow with.

[vinterhjerte]

starter call?

[sunlightswallowed]

❝ YOU CAN.  It won’t be easy, and it’s going to hurt, but you can. ❞  There is no other choice, she thinks, but doesn’t say.

She doesn’t approach, careful to keep enough distance between them for Elsa’s comfort.  But she yearns to embrace her niece, can almost feel her arms ACHE with the longing.  ❝ Elsa, kjære, I know how you feel.  Trust me, I know. ❞  When her own father passed, it felt as if her lungs had failed to work.  When her child was taken from her, it was like her heart had been ripped from her chest.  

And now, now, she has lost her brother, too  –  It seems impossible, as if the sea could lose salt.  But through it all, she had endured, and she could show her beloved nieces how to carry on.  She could offer Elsa whatever comfort and support she could.

❝ You don’t have to do this alone, my darling. ❞

[vinterhjerte]

"NO, YOU DON'T!" SHE SNAPPED curling in even tighter as the ice cracked around her, fresh destroying the old. "You don't understand! No one understands."

Her voice broke on the last word and her eyes were screwed tightly shut. How many times had she let her mother or father try to placate her by insisting they knew how she felt? They didn't have a deadly secret raging just beneath their skin. They had never been forced to swallow down and lock away every emotion they felt. But they had said the words, and she knew better than to contradict them. It would only hurt them.

Father would have understood at least a little of her current pain. He knew what it was to lose a parent and be announced monarch in the same breath. But he had been normal. His fears when stood before their people had been reasonable. Would he be able to lead them? Could he make good decisions? Hers would be entirely more dire.

"Of course I do," she whispered, turning her head to look out of the window. It was easier than the possibility of seeing the pity in her aunt's eyes. "No one can take this curse from me." She choked a little on the sob that threatened to break though. "Why did they have to leave me alone?"

[vinterhjerte]

"NO, YOU DON'T!" SHE SNAPPED curling in even tighter as the ice cracked around her, fresh destroying the old. "You don't understand! No one understands."

Her voice broke on the last word and her eyes were screwed tightly shut. How many times had she let her mother or father try to placate her by insisting they knew how she felt? They didn't have a deadly secret raging just beneath their skin. They had never been forced to swallow down and lock away every emotion they felt. But they had said the words, and she knew better than to contradict them. It would only hurt them.

Father would have understood at least a little of her current pain. He knew what it was to lose a parent and be announced monarch in the same breath. But he had been normal. His fears when stood before their people had been reasonable. Would he be able to lead them? Could he make good decisions? Hers would be entirely more dire.

"Of course I do," she whispered, turning her head to look out of the window. It was easier than the possibility of seeing the pity in her aunt's eyes. "No one can take this curse from me." She choked a little on the sob that threatened to break though. "Why did they have to leave me alone?"

[forgaeven1]

the regality of her is impressive.

in that sense, she is … unlike anna, who is upbeat, and is much less graceful, and yet- there is charm in her clumsiness that, while hans refuses to acknowledge, has made him smile plenty a-time. the older sister is clearly different: the antithesis of the redhead, truly. whereas anna brightens and warms, the future queen of arendelle is distant and cold. even more reasons to be wary of her, he believes - for does she not also resemble the heart of his home which is painstakingly barren, beyond his reach, and numbing ?

for does she not also, in a way, resemble him ? for her regality is clearly a mask for something — a show to put on so people can never see what’s underneath the professionalism and the cordiality. it’s upsetting, these plays at being friendly, that maybe this was why she itches in him an irritation he cannot rid, and how he ends up here, though what he could do ? his family was extended the invitation, and because a pair of his brothers had been too poor in state ( drinking, whoring - hans does not know, he does not care ) to take up the last-minute flight, they had barrelled the responsibility upon hans.

lovely, really. just what he wanted to do. ( he wanted to tear his eyes out. )

❛ no, unfortunately not. ❜ though hans smiles, a little unfortunately, dimpled and kindly and warm otherwise. warm, like how anna is — yes, he remembers the way she is. he can mimic them. he, too, can show genuine sincerity. an empathy at awkwardly dismissing his brothers’ absent; brows furrowing and everything. ❛ they wanted to, truly. two of them, but they’ve gotten this awful stomachache from shellfishes, i believe— ❜ hungover and high, more than likely, but who would truly know ?

❛ awful things. alas. —though, milady princess, i would say there isn’t a reason for you to be shocked by the guest list. you are to be coronated soon, yes ? certainly there’s nothing more honourable and grand than to have a future queen gracing one’s halls. how is that by the way, the preparation for your crowning ? ❜

and then, blinking, hans feigns being flabbergasted. shy, as he waves a hand. ❛ of course - only if i’m allowed to ask. ❜

IT HAD BEEN DONE WITH A sense of guilt, but as soon as it had become clear just how attached to Hans Anna was getting, Elsa had spent her free time looking up whatever she could about the prince and his family. Nothing untoward had been immediately obvious, but there were always rumours. Curled up on her bed behind a locked door, her mind had taken some of the things she'd read and spun out possibilities. Unfair, perhaps, but it was something she was trained on - everything you did in the spotlight could be either played off or misconstrued. And the media had almost been too kind to the Southern Isles.

"I hope they make a speedy recovery," she said, one of her index fingers tapping against the others. There were truly a thousand more places she would rather be than stood here making pleasantries amongst people she barely knew or cared for.

A flame of irritation ignited in her chest at the final sentence, if only to protect her from the grief the question had bloomed. Her coronation haunted her like a spirit, constant questions and requests and things to be done. A celebration she did not want, not only for the publicity, but also for the reason it was happening at all. It had been almost three years since she lost her parents, but that loss remained a knife in her chest, twisted each time she had to think about that awful party being thrown in her honour.

"Given Arendelle's size, I don't think my being here is as much an accolade as you make it out to be, but thank you all the same." How many people had even heard of her tiny kingdom, so isolated for so many years? Who really cared about the cold, stand-offish heir to the crown? Although his mention of the coronation had her wondering. Had Anna invited him? She'd not said as much, but then... Elsa had made it so they never said much to each other in the first place.

She knew the polite thing to do, even if it made her want to grind her teeth. Even just adding in another guest would upset the delicate balance struck by the finalised list. But she would do this. For Anna.

"Has my sister already extended an invitation to you?" she asked, finally turning to fully face him.

[vinterhjerte]

IT HAD BEEN DONE WITH A sense of guilt, but as soon as it had become clear just how attached to Hans Anna was getting, Elsa had spent her free time looking up whatever she could about the prince and his family. Nothing untoward had been immediately obvious, but there were always rumours. Curled up on her bed behind a locked door, her mind had taken some of the things she'd read and spun out possibilities. Unfair, perhaps, but it was something she was trained on - everything you did in the spotlight could be either played off or misconstrued. And the media had almost been too kind to the Southern Isles.

"I hope they make a speedy recovery," she said, one of her index fingers tapping against the others. There were truly a thousand more places she would rather be than stood here making pleasantries amongst people she barely knew or cared for.

A flame of irritation ignited in her chest at the final sentence, if only to protect her from the grief the question had bloomed. Her coronation haunted her like a spirit, constant questions and requests and things to be done. A celebration she did not want, not only for the publicity, but also for the reason it was happening at all. It had been almost three years since she lost her parents, but that loss remained a knife in her chest, twisted each time she had to think about that awful party being thrown in her honour.

"Given Arendelle's size, I don't think my being here is as much an accolade as you make it out to be, but thank you all the same." How many people had even heard of her tiny kingdom, so isolated for so many years? Who really cared about the cold, stand-offish heir to the crown? Although his mention of the coronation had her wondering. Had Anna invited him? She'd not said as much, but then... Elsa had made it so they never said much to each other in the first place.

She knew the polite thing to do, even if it made her want to grind her teeth. Even just adding in another guest would upset the delicate balance struck by the finalised list. But she would do this. For Anna.

"Has my sister already extended an invitation to you?" she asked, finally turning to fully face him.

[reginaestellae]

"I can imagine, but now the hard part is over!" Anna said brightly, the rest of the evening would be dancing and eating delicious food. She hoped Elsa would be able to relax and enjoy herself the way Anna was.

"You look amazing, by the way, I don't think I've had a chance to tell you today."

[vinterhjerte]

SHE GRINNED, ONLY JUST HOLDING BACK the need to point out Anna just had complimented her. Instead, she took a step away from the curtain, her eyes finally falling on something she had asked Gerda to make sure was near to hand.

Walking to a nearby side-table, she picked up a wrapped box. Within it held one of their mother's more ornate hair pins, dutifully repaired from several years neglect.

"This is for you," Elsa said, holding out the gift. "It's tradition for the monarch to give gifts on their coronation day, after all." A shyness came over her, and her shoulders tucked in a little. "I hope you like it."

[vinterhjerte]

starter call?