#king alarik

[bookish-rival]

Queen Wren Greenrock & King Alarik Felsing

"You are not broken."

"Yes, I am! What the hell do you know?!"

"I know that if you can bring yourself to care about something beyond yourself, you are not broken."

He raised a hand, curling a strand of her hair around his finger. 

When he lifted it, Wren saw it was a bright silver.

"See how much you care, Wren?"

~ CURSED CROWNS

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By the amazing @lamonyo ♥️✨️ and commissioned by me! (I can't believe I forgot to post it here!)

▪︎ Characters: Queen Wren Greenrock & King Alarik Felsing belong to Catherine Doyle and Katherine Webber.

》 Please DO NOT repost! 《

BOOK SPOILERS under the cut!!

Massive shoutout to the talented @lamonyo who brought my vision to life!♥️🫶🏼♥️

To those who do not want to get their hearts broken while reading the books..... these two are NOT a couple by the end of the series.

Wren, Alarik and Tor are a love triangle which concludes in Wren choosing Tor, and Alarik ending up alone.

I was devastated after reading the final book because I love Alarik so very much!!

BUT do not worry!!! He is getting his own novel focused on him and his love story with a young beautiful wrangler!!!

"King of Beasts" by Catherine Doyle will be released January 2026

[nymph-of-water]

Listen here, you arrogant, unresponsive ass, if you don’t give me back my grandmother, I swear to that stupid bear you worship that I’ll sail over there and smash every one of your teeth into your skull. Don’t test me. I’m a witch, remember?

Wren

~~~

Wren,

Come and say that to my face. I dare you.

Alarik

~~~

GuYs iT's tHe HOT FRICKING ENEMY AND OH MY GOODNESS IT'S THE HOT ENEMY

[bookish-rival]

Yes, he is!! I'm so excited!! ❄️✨️💙💙💙💙

Just found out Alarik from Twin Crowns is getting his own book.

Yes pleeaaaase!

[the-sunhold-coven]

How would Alarik react if MC told him a little secret the plague is similar to the stuff they use to make their Witch Hunters resistant to magic and someone from the capital was the one who spread it,

the clan of witches in the capital had a lead but the report never made it to the king and its believed someone in the royal castle is responsible for the plague and convinced the king to sign the law to hunt down magical beings.

Unfortunately, I can't really answer this since it verges into spoiler territory. At this point in the story, the MC is unaware of the plague's origins, and how Witch hunters are made is a mystery to even those within the order. But, you will find out later in the story, and as you find out so too will Alarik.

[bookish-rival]

@theegemini92 I am planning A LOT for his book!! Mostly commissions of Alarik and his love interest once we know more!! You can check out my Instagram (@bookish_rival) I posted past Twin Crowns Commissions on there, and will post everything related to Alarik on there as well!! ❄️✨️

At the moment, the hype is big for Marino's book and I'm also doing some things for his (Captain of Fates is amazing as well! I recommend it) and after the official release (in April), we should be getting more info on Alarik's book!

I cannot stress on how much I enjoyed reading this. A proper YA novel. I hope they at least give us something on King Alarik because I’m soooooo here for him. 😍

Has anyone read these?

[frozenrose105]

Whumptober Day 7/17

Prompts: The Way You Shake and Shiver, Hanging by a Threat

Characters: Sloan, Alarik, Malik [Ocs]

Once again for @perse-flame , who asked for Sloan for day seven uwu

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Sloan was the picture of demonic nobility, and a businessman not to be trifled with. His parents had ensured that before he ever thought to kill them. On the outside, at least, he was stoic and ruthless, and he held powerful connections all throughout Hell. He didn't allow anyone but his brother to know what happened inside his head.

He didn't allow them to know that the first time he killed was like a drug. It was messy and cathartic, and such a contrast to the uptight way his parents saw fit for him to live. It had been no one but a thief who had thought to rob the obviously wealthy brothers, but Sloan wanted to do for himself what Alarik had done for him for so long. He wanted to be able to protect himself, and to dispose of his enemies proper.

Alarik was the younger of the two, raised to be a bodyguard of Sloan- the heir- who was taught to run their family's businesses and eventually take over as the head of household. Alarik had been teaching Sloan without their parents' knowledge, just as he'd been teaching Alarik, and so when the thief reached for his pocket Sloan's hand closed around their wrist. He heard Alarik growl and saw him moving to help his brother, but Sloan held up the hand that was unoccupied, gesturing for him to wait. It clearly made Alarik restless, but he didn't protest, only watching the thief like a hawk.

"I don't think you realize precisely who you are trying to rob." Abruptly he twisted the thief's wrist, snapping the bones there, and waited for his cries to die down before continuing. "Allow me to rectify that. Sloan Kadell." He watched that sink in, watched the fear enter the thief's eyes alongside the pain at the last name. And Sloan smiled, this dangerous, cruel thing. He was glad to see that his family's reputation of ruthlessness preceded them.

"Familiar, are we?" Sloan asked. Then he tugged on the thief's wrist, earning another pained cry, but he showed no reaction to it. "Then let your blood send a message to those who would follow in your footsteps." This was said with a growl into the thief's ear, and it was followed closely by claws. Claws plunging into the base of the thief's neck and lengthening, severing their brain stem.

Sloan watched the body fall to the ground, before turning his attention to his hands- bloodied and shaking from the adrenaline of it.

"...Come on," Alarik said from beside him. "You need to get cleaned up, and I need to take care of this mess." He gestured to the body.

"...No." Sloan still wore the cruel smile, even as he finally turned away from the scene. "We allow it to send a message, as I said. Leave it."

"Right. Still, Mother and Father are going to kill me if they see you like this, come on."

At that, Sloan nodded, finally moving away and following his brother back to their home.

-----

Of course, that had been years ago. Now Sloan stood over several bodies with blood on his hands once more. He was shaking, for the first time in a long time.

It should have only been a business meeting. These demons had connections the likes of which Sloan could use in his network. But he'd been chasing the adrenaline rush of his first kill ever since it happened, and one thing led to another- and now those very same connections that he intended to use would be after his head.

There would be questions- the meeting wasn't exactly a secret- but tis couldn't get out. So Sloan stared at the bodies at his feet and the blood pooling on the floor, thinking about his next move. He needed help.

"Malik." The demon was a lifelong friend and the current king of Hell, and he arrived as soon as his true name was spoken. It took one look at the scene before him for the inherent anger at being summoned to diminish.

"Sloan- What is this?"

"I-" Sloan hesitated, swallowing. He was a confident man, always put together and rarely speechless. But it was difficult to remember that at the moment, seeing how far his bloodlust had taken him. "...I've covered up a lot of deaths, Malik. I've killed a lot of people but this- ...I don't think I can come back from this one."

Malik only swore under his breath upon seeing who exactly was dead on the floor. It would be difficult to cover up indeed, and even more difficult for him if word got out that the king associated with those who would kill in such cold blood, and that he allowed it to continue. Sloan knew those things, of course. He knew that Malik couldn't refuse to help him- and that he wouldn't regardless.

"I will get the twins to handle any who knew about this meeting," Malik said, as his hellfire aura was already burning away the blood from the carpet of Sloan's office. He referred to Navirus and Arturis, Sloan knew. His assassins- or to the general public, two of his employees. "I will make this look like an accident. You, collect yourself. The public will not ask questions if you do not give them reason to."

Once again, those were things that Sloan knew, things that Sloan would do himself if he were in- any correct state of mind. As it was, he only nodded and ran a hand through his hair, and he could see Malik pause to look at him.

"...This is not you, Sloan. This is messy, but it can be cleaned up, you didn't need me. ...Are you alright?"

"No, I-" Sloan shook his head, already putting his mental walls back up. "Leave it, Malik. Just- ...Please, let's get this taken care of."

Malik pursed his lips, clearly unwilling to leave it at that, but he nodded. Sloan himself was already moving to help Malik, falling deliberately silent to avoid speaking of the issue further.

-----

"I could have had all of Hell, Malik. My reach expands as far as yours and I would have been respected as king the same. I didn't kill you and overtake you myself when my parents ordered me to because I have the same respect for you, and because my little brother is in love with you." Sloan's words were laced with unbridled emotion, something which few would ever hear from the man. He could also feel wetness on his cheeks, from the few tears which had managed to escape him. "...But look at me now. They're dead, and I am breaking down like a child for my own actions."

He turned from Malik to the bodies on the floor, and he couldn't help but notice the parallel between now and the first time he'd asked for Malik's help. Except now, the bodies weren't some high end business demons. Now, they were his own parents, mutilated almost beyond recognition. ...How had he gotten here, from that first kill so long ago? "...I will tell Alarik that I killed our parents. But he can't know- ...how little control I have in these moments." It had been in part the brothers' mutual hatred for them, along with everything they had put his brother through, which had driven him. Sloan had snapped. It came to his normally carefully hidden bloodlust and a moment of lost control for all of the careful planning he did to be thrown out the window.

It didn't matter, he supposed. The end result was the same.

"I will not speak of it to him," Malik said after a few moments of thought. He didn't comment on anything else Sloan had said. "But perhaps you ought to. ...In the meantime, what you do with their bodies is your decision. ...Maybe, you shouldn't hide it."

Sloan looked at Malik, pausing. The look in the other's eyes was meaningful. Tactical and cruel. It didn't take long for Sloan to figure out what he meant, and soon after that he made his decision.

He wouldn't hide the cause of their deaths. He would display this to all of Hell, but not as his breaking point. Rather, as a show of what he was capable of. As a warning of what the new head of house Kadell would do to any who crossed him.

[bulakartists]

OTP PROMPTS I TRISHA’S MASTERLIST

Here is a challenge that I am determine to finish.  Let’s do this! 

1. Touch starved I  Locke x Oli

2. Hanging out I  Grim Reaper x Fallen Angel  

3. Calling/ Texting I  Locke x Charles 

4. Blushing/ Being Nervous I  Knight Dallas x Queen Mavka 

5. Sweet gestures I  King Zadkiel x Queen Licia 

6. Confession I  Reeva X Gideon (Killer Magic)

7. First date I  Juliet x Theon (Happy Ever After Survival)

8. First kiss I Magnus x Emma (Not a Simple Story)  

9. Meeting family/ friends I Prince Zadkiel x Saskia 

10. Cuddling / Hugging I  King Cillin x Queen Nashca   

11. Selfie I Oli x Javid 

12. Pocky I Autumn x Drystan 

13. Relaxing / Sleeping I Luna x Alarik 

14. Holding Hands I Rori x Lucas 

15. Cosplay I Oli x Leonard 

16. Music I Louis Park x Evie 

17. Cafe date I Autumn x Prince Eldar 

18. Genderswapped I Princess Mara x Prince Eldar 

19. Jealousy I Oli x Charles  

20. Hurt/ comfort I Reeva x Master Kaius 

21. Fairy tale AU I Louis x Eva  

22. AU (of your choice) I Leticia x Lucius 

23. Intimate I Albus x Vanadey 

24. Carrying Bridal Style I Princess Mara x Dragon Prince Callisto 

25. Fluff (doing cute stuff) I Malkiel x Lyra  

26. Sick day I Princess Mara x Drystan 

27. Proposal I Leticia x Charles 

28. Married I Rose x Theo 

29. Pregnancy Reveal I Princess Faelyn x Raz  

30. Family I King Gavril x Queen Adeena 

[sylvanas-girlkisser]

I'm really trying to give this book a fair shake, and approach it on its own premises but ugh just listen to this:

You are princess Wren Valhart, rightful(-ish) ruler of Eana. The survival of you, your family, and your entire culture relies on you being able to fool the world into thinking you're your twin sister Rose. A task you have trained for your entire life.

Besides being a devout fantasy Christian, and future momfluencer, Rose is first and foremost, almost cartoonishly sheltered. She doesn't leave her room without a full face of makeup, needs a chaperone for visiting the palace garden, and begins sobbing uncontrollably at the mere mention of spiders.

With this in mind, upon learning that the evil king Alarik has shown up ahead of time for his scheduled genociding of your people, how are you going to size up his army?

do you:

Pick any random palace guard, and demand they chaperone you to meet with your betrothed's older brother

Inform the chamberlain that if you are not there to greet king Alarik the moment he steps foot on Eanan soil, you will cry so hard its going to cause an international incident.

Decide that since your culture's survival depends on being hidden, not military might, it really doesn't matter how many polar bears he brought, and with seemingly the entire palace down by the docks, now would be the perfect time to assassinate the bedridden old man you've been planning to kill since page 1

Put on a bright pink dress, run shoeless through a muddy field, climb the tallest, most naked tree you can find, and hope nobody sees you.

Update from my ongoing booktok nightmare: Two chapters ago ended with setting up a ticking bomb plot.

The chapter after that did a timeskip to the clock running out, going "Wren thought really hard about how to deal with the problem but couldn't think of anything".

Then like a page later Wren remembers she can erase memories and the problem is gone; so we can spend the rest of the chapter talking about Tor's chiselled abs and love of his country🤢

And this chapter opens on ANOTHER timeskip in which nothing happened, followed by the evil kingdom™ that the regent wants to ally with showing up, and Wren finally getting sussed out as an impostor because she randomly decided to climb a tree.

[bookish-rival]

BURNING CROWNS SPOILERS under the cut!! 🔥🔥🔥

"For what it's worth, Wren, you were never broken to me." ~ Alarik Felsing

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He came to her side, resting his head on his elbows until they were both slumped over the side of the pool, looking at each other. Alarik took a deep breath, and Wren did the same. In and out, in and out, until they fell into sync with each other.

He reached over, peeling a strip of wet hair from her eyes.

"How do you feel now?"

Gingerly, Wren lifted her head. "A little better."

~ BURNING CROWNS

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▪︎ art by the amazing & lovely @lamonyo ❤️

▪︎ commissioned by me

▪︎ Characters: Queen Wren Greenrock & King Alarik Felsing belong to Catherine Doyle and Katherine Webber.

》 Please DO NOT repost! 《

~☆~

🖌️ This artwork is a beautiful fusion of two of my favorite scenes from CURSED CROWNS & BURNING CROWNS, ingeniously intertwined to create a mesmerizing parallel narrative.

It's truly amazing how art can encapsulate the magic of storytelling, and I'm beyond thrilled to share this masterpiece with all of you.

❄️This illustration shows two scenes of King Alarik comforting Wren when she most needed it.

As enemies or allies bonded by a deadly curse, these two have been through a lot together and witnessing their unique friendship and bond form was an incredible adventure!

~♡~

✨Here's to the authors who craft worlds worth getting lost in, and to the fans who keep the magic alive✨

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[bepoets]

Top 5 Jenny headcanons, Top 5 Dag headcanons, Top 5 Eira headcanons, Top 5 Neta headcanons ;D

OKAY SO I DONT ONOW EIRA AND NETA WELL ENOUGH TO DO HEADCANONS FOR THEM THE IDEA MAKES ME NERVOUS IM SORRY EIRA AND NETA BUT YALL ARE GETTING LEFT OUT IM SORRY

Top 5 Jenny headcanons

1. In a modern au Jenny at one point does that thing where she like buzzes half her head and makes fun littke designs with the razor while the other half of her head still has hair down to her chin. Mom said she Couldn’t die her hair blue so she did this instead. Elsa has a mild heart attack.

2. She has secret hiding spots where she lurks and waits around to scare Dag

3. She learns how to sword fight in any and all AU’s. Exolvo? She may or may not use Godric Gryffindor’s sword at one point. Literally any and all modern AU’s? She goes to a reinnasaince fair and comes home with like 3 swords and a couple pretty daggers and Alarik faints because they’re very sharp and very point and she’s holding them far too dangerously close to any living being ever

4. She likes to climb up onto the castle roof. It took a couple missteps but she can climb out of her bedroom window up to the castle roof. She sits up there and depending on her mood she’ll stare at the mountains or at the fjord’s waters.

5. Jenny has gotten in multipl fist fights defending Dag when Dag isn’t even there.

Top 5 headcanons about Dag:

1. When he blushes it is embarrassingly obvious. Pink and red crawls all up his cheeks and entire face and on his arms and the poor boy blushes everywhere. This is indeed a predicament when he blushes half the time that Eira so much as spares him a passing glance.

2. He’s brilliant. No he isn’t just the next king and while he obviously received incredible schooling he’s also so incredibly intelligent. Like could give his parents and every member a run for their money with his smarts the boy is brilliant.

3. Modern AU : he knows an insane amount about United States National Parks. Like he is bursting with national parks trivia. Every single national park in the US he knows hours of trivia about. And then lots of natural historic sites and monuments in other countries he can ramble on about too. Whether or not he’ll be able to go without his allergies acting up is another story.

4. I mean it’s canon that the poor boy gets sick all the time. Whether or not that means he has an insane amount of ridiculous allergies I don’t know but I’ve decided he does. I’ve also decided he has used the phrase “IM ALLERGIC TO JENNIES” before to try and make her leave his room when she’s bothering him.

5. He has a big scar on his knee and it is from the most mundane simple accident and no one can figure out how he managed to hurt himself so badly that he got a scar. don’t ask me what the accident is though cause I have no idea

[frozenprocedural]

Beginning of the decade vs the end of the decade

In this decade, I:

Started and graduated from college, battled anxiety, found out I have autism, became a special education teacher, visited Walt Disney World twice on my own, saw Wicked and Lion King, began taking riding lessons, began writing fanfiction, joined the Frozen fandom, found amazing friends on this fandom ( @couragedontdesertme, @patricia-von-arundel, @ravenclaw-geek394, @birger-wuvs-elsa, @glittering-snowfall just to name a few!), fell in complete love with the Elsarik OTP (you’re still to blame, @patricia-von-arundel, for letting Alarik roam free), got to take an amazing Frozen-centric trip to see Frozen II at Walt Disney World ( @snowqueenofmyheart, @prof-telperion, @frozenbassist, @vannminner, @wintermoonqueen, what an amazing time!) and so, so much more! Now here I am, soon to enter my 30s, and I’m quite happy where I am. 

Here’s to another decade!

[writingmaniaa]

Fantasy character names

Girl names and meaning:

-Cressida (golden)

-Kyrith (n/a)

-Seraphina/Serafina (fiery one)

-Maeriana (n/a)

-Sloane (warrior, fighter)

-Reyna (peaceful queen)

-Asterin (star)

-Maeve (she who intoxicates)

-Aislinn (dream, vision)

-Nascha (owl)

-Sereia (mermaid)

-Nesrin/Nesryn (wild rose)

-Rheva (to bind)

Boy names:

-Airell (nobleman)

-Lycaon (king of wolves)

-Gavril (warrior of god)

-Fintan (white fire)

-Dorin (stranger)

-Aillard (noble strength)

-Wyatt (strength in battle)

-Alarik (noble leader)

-Cathan (little battle)

-Fenris (mythical wolf)

-Yophiel (beauty of god)

-Theon (godly)

-Aeron (slaughter, carnage)

[patricia-von-arundel]

Before Shieldmaiden

You are warned: major character death. I actually didn’t let it get as graphic as I had originally thought it would, but it’s still graphic enough I’m going to stick a firm M rating on this one.

Consider this your last chance.

Elsa was in the parlor off the great hall, preparing for her next private council meeting. Quiet work, bent over her desk, taking a moment to consider the order of discussion.

Anna was with Neta in the library. They were discussing the wedding, still, though it was only weeks away. It was the kind of conversation they both enjoyed having, even if it would change nothing at all, this late.  

Kristoff was outside. He, like Anna, had been ordered by Elsa – not asked, absolutely an order, no arguments – to take some time off before they left for the celebrations in Wibergis. He was tinkering with the sleds and wagons: his usual choice of hobby.

Alarik was editing a manuscript, one of those where he couldn’t quite put his finger on what wasn’t working, the pages before him smeared with cross-outs and scribbled notes to himself.

Jenny was in her bedroom, sitting cross-legged on her bed, her chin resting on her hands and her elbows on her knees. She was trying to come up with a convincing argument that she, like Dag, should get to wear a ceremonial sword at the wedding. It was only fair, really, but that probably wouldn’t convince her mother.

Dag was leaving lessons. But he was meandering in the hallway, his head still half in the days of the Crusades, reciting to himself the names and dates involved, all those Popes and Kings and countries.

A quiet day. Everyone occupied. Mostly content.

-

Kristoff never paid much attention to all the noise around the castle and its grounds unless it directly concerned him. Certainly, he ignored the guards shouting, because guards, he had discovered in his many years living with them around, felt the need to shout everything. It didn’t go on for long.  Probably some delivery to take with them to Wibergis – he was staying out of that, too. It exhausted him. And he didn’t like to think of Neta being gone, much as he knew she’d be happy.

He had hauled one of the sleds out of the storage room where they were kept during the warmer months – it had a loose axle, he’d been meaning to work on it since the end of winter, but hadn’t had the time. He could have asked someone else, but… well, he enjoyed it. Something about doing it soothed him in a way few other things did.

He probably heard the boots, but it never even registered in his mind.

Nor, for a moment, did he register the air suddenly forcefully expelled from somewhere deep within him, the feeling of being punched in the back.

“Wha –“

He started to rise – but he couldn’t. His legs did nothing. He was still leaning over the axle.

His hands came up as his eyes went down. “It –“

Pain. And blood. And it was all the way through. The bolt from a crossbow. All the way...

All the way through.

“Anna –“

But that was all.

-

“First Crusade. 1096.” Dag trailed his hand along the wall, taking one step each time he spoke. “Pope Urban II. Lasted until 1099.”

He could hear footsteps – a lot of them, moving quickly. Heavy boots, it sounded like. Maybe the guards had drills this afternoon.

“Second Crusade. 1147. Pope Eugene III. Lasted until 1149.”

He looked out the window. He could see ships, out in the harbor. They would be on one, soon. He’d never been out of Arendelle, or to a wedding.

“Third Crusade.” Walking again. He could still hear the boots. They were running. Must be some kind of drill. Jenny was probably watching. “1189. Richard I of England. Philip II of France. Lasted until 1192.”

He was almost to the stairs when they appeared at the top.

He froze.

They were in uniform, but they weren’t the guards.

-

“Did you hear something?”

Neta looked towards the door. “I think so. Did you?”

“It sounded like the guards? But why would they be inside the castle?”

“Jenny blew up the lab?”

“Don’t let Elsa hear you joke about that…”

Neta laughed. “I know better.”

Anna shook her head. Even at almost 16, Jenny was unpredictable and prone to acting first, asking questions later. It drove Elsa crazy.

“Should we go check, though?” Neta asked. She was still looking at the door.

“Probably.”

“But then we have to discuss the cakes.”

Anna grinned at her – much as she dreaded the end result, wedding planning was still fun. “Oh, definitely. Cakes it is.”

-

Alarik sighed and put the pen down, rubbing the space between his eyes. (Where his spectacles really should have been, but Elsa wasn’t here to remind him, and he hated the damned things.) He still hadn’t put his finger on it. Maybe a walk would help. Go see Dag, who should be done with lessons, and Jenny if she wasn’t in a foul mood over the sword situation. Maybe even convince Elsa to take a break and walk with him. That would certainly be more pleasant than continuing this nonsense.

-

It was Jenny who heard Dag cry out.

She’d paid no attention to the sound of boots, either. Probably some wedding thing. The wedding had brought about all sorts of nonsense she didn’t understand, and didn’t care to understand. She didn’t want to think about Neta being gone. Even Aunt Anna didn’t get her like Neta did.

Like things weren’t bad enough already. She fell back on the bed. A sword wasn’t going to help. Nothing was going to help. Everything was just awful. They could’ve at least waited until after her birthday.

From the hallway – the cry.

Dag.

Jenny rolled her head towards the sound, but that was all there was from Dag. She could hear voices, but they were low, too low to understand. Was he sick again? Maybe it was his tutors, making sure he was okay?

Something didn’t feel right, though.

She sat up again, slid off the bed, took a step towards the door.

Then froze at the sound of more footsteps, walking at first, and then running – and then another sound, one she couldn’t identify.

And then Neta shrieked, and Jenny could hear Aunt Anna.

Aunt Anna was screaming.

-

Elsa looked up at the sound – she knew that sound.

She was up in an instant, running for the door.

Anna!

She almost ran into Alarik, who was coming from the opposite direction, his eyes wide. “What’s going on? Was that-?”

“Anna,” Elsa said. Her voice tore on a desperate little sound that she barely recognized came from herself. There was another scream. Neta, this time.

“Elsa, wait, we don’t know –“

But she ignored him. She ignored him when he shouted her name. He was running after her. She ignored that, too.

Anna – Anna, she’s –

-

Jenny felt like her slippers had been filled with lead. She could hear the sounds – what were those sounds? Not the screams, not anymore, now it was moaning and horrible, wet noises she didn’t understand. She raised one trembling hand to the handle of the door.

-

There was blood everywhere.

Everywhere.

And Anna. Anna was…

“No. No no no. Anna. Anna, get up. Anna!”

Neta, too. On the floor, both of them, and those… those things in them. There were things in them. And it was just like…

Just like…

Elsa could feel herself shaking. Shaking, shaking, shaking.

And a voice said, “The queen. Do it.”

She looked up. And met his eyes.

-

Jenny heard her mother, and that was all it took to break the spell. She got the door open, stumbled out.

And then she saw it, too. She felt her mouth drop open, but no sound came out.

But only for a second. Only for a second. Because she heard her father screaming her mother’s name, Jenny could only see the back of her, there by… by the…

She couldn’t figure out what it was. She knew, but she didn’t.

Then her father had her. He grabbed her and he threw her. She hit the floor of her room with a surprised grunt, the wind knocked out of her, but still she scrabbled around, trying to get up, trying to get out there.

I didn’t help. Oh god, I just -!

She watched as yet another crossbow bolt knocked her father back, heard his surprised gasp.

-

Dag.

Dag, on the floor.

Dag was on the floor, too.

One of them was pointing the bow at her.

Dag.

He was curled up, like he did when he was asleep. His hair had fallen into his face. His perfect face. There was no blood on his face.

Dag.

He was alone.

All alone.

The bow dropped as the spike of ice punched through the man’s torso. The next. The next.

Behind her, she could hear someone groan her name, liquid in it.

The men writhed on her spikes like fish.

Fish. Dag loves fish.

She walked to him. She walked slowly, with her back straight, and her head held high, but her eyes never left him.

She went to her knees.

She pulled him close. As close as she had held him when he had been small, so very, very small. Her tiny, delicate, beautiful son.

He was still and silent. But warm. Still so warm.

Something inside her cracked – something inside her froze. She slumped. Dag’s body tumbled from her arms, falling limp, unnatural.

The ice spread from beneath her knees.

-

Jenny watched it happen, still on her hands and knees on the floor, unable to force herself past the threshold of her room.

She watched Dag roll from her mother’s arms.

She watched as her father finally stopped struggling to pull himself across the floor.  

She watched as her mother’s head fell back.

She watched as her mother screamed.

She watched as winter descended.  

[novelintheworks]

"Enough."

The gruff voice rang out from behind the mask, just inches from the tip of Astera's sword. The blade winked out as her arm fell back to her side, the energy retreating once more to the hilt. After hanging the weapon at her hip, the mask covering her own face did the same with a tap from her fingers. Below the mask, her brows were pulled together in a deep frown as she watched her sparring partner go through the same motions.

"What's got you in such a foul mood?" He asked as he fell in step beside her as she turned to head towards the edge of the small training arena. He was her teacher in the arena and her uncle outside it, Alarik was a general in her father's army, but also one of her only confidants in the castle. “I’m positive I’ve got at least a dozen bruises from this session,” he added with a weak smile.

His smile was met with a more deeply furrowed brow. The spar with her uncle today had meant to loosen some of the tension and anger that lay across Astera like a thick blanket on a warm summers night - suffocating her until she felt she could no longer breath. But even the familiar movements of sparring did nothing to relieve it. "You know exactly why, Uncle. It's these godsforsaken meetings day in and day out." She replied as they reached the archway to exit the arena. "How long does one treaty need to take to make? If I have to spend one more goddamn day in a stuffy room with those gross old men reeking of the wine they've been consuming since before breakfast and eyes staying on me a little too long, I might just stab one of them." Astera's voice came out as a growl between teeth clenched with anger. "And I swear, if one more of them - my father included -  gives me that damn look when I speak. You know the one-” she turned to face him, her angry face contorted to instead show slightly raised eyebrows and a slight smirk. It lasted only a moment before it once more fell into the anger that had fueled her hard hits through their spar earlier. “It’s like they think I’m a 5 year old pretending to be a scholar! I’m 23 and probably more well versed on half the things we’re speaking about than them. And father-” she added with a venom ous point towards his study, “-father has been dressing me like a doll for all these damn foreign kings and ministers and ambassadors to ogle at like I’m livestock and he’s trying to sell me off to the highest bidder. But that is the point, isn’t it? To bid me off for marriage now that Mather has been born.”

Astera's angry words fell into silence in the empty anteroom to the arena, her breath coming a little short after releasing all that had been weighing on her chest. She looked to her Uncle's eyes to see a sadness there - pity almost - and she whipped away from him to begin removing her equipment.

It was a long moment before Alarik came to stand beside her and do the same. His voice was softbwith caring as he spoke. "You know that's not how your father views you." Astera threw her glare towards him once more to see a soft smile and kind eyes that she had grown up knowing. It was the same look he would give her when he helped her back up every time she lost her footing in training or hugged away her tears. Every retort died on her tongue. “You only have to make it through this evening and tomorrow in that stuffy room. Then there’s just the farewell ball and you’re free as any bird.”

When he said it that way, it seemed so easy, but he didn't feel the weight of the dresses she was forced to wear plus the weight of all the eyes in the room and all of their judgement.And she had only an hour left until she entered that damned room again, so she thanked her uncle for the match and headed back to her rooms where her maids had already drawn a bath and pulled out the next garish dress she were to wear.

Only a day and a half. She told herself as she eyed the dress. I can do this.

[wilsonhq]

on april 19, 2017, dark skies began looming over fayette county. in the days prior, the storm had been described by meteorologists as a “light round of thunderstorms” that would pass by four in the afternoon. however, this wasn’t the case. winds quickly reached upwards of 60 miles per hour, roads flooded, mass power outages occured, and many cities were ordered to evacuate. wilson, unfortunately, was left without warning of the storm and citizens had no time to leave. instead, the mayor ordered all roads to be shut down to all other than emergency vehicles and citizens were to stay in their current locations until the storm passed and roads ceased flooding. city officials will be sending search and rescue crews out towards local establishments, aiding those who may be in immediate danger as well as dropping off supplies to those who are sheltered away from the storm. 

ooc: this event is will be taking place from april 19th - 23rd ooc, but in character, the storm will only last two days: the 19th and 20th. this is clearly a very stressful time for these characters, so drama and plotting are encouraged. this is a fun way to get out of your comfort zone and figure out why your character may be in this location and how they know the people around them. under the cut are the locations that your characters are at as well as who they are with at those locations. phone signals are weak, but are still there, so you may communicate with other characters that way. please tag your threads with #wilson.blackout for this event. feel free to continue old threads as well during this event. please like this post once you see it !!

joe’s bookshop: alarik baum, tyler ackerman, nate desai, josephine callaghan, logan paine

wilson college: mel alden, jagger collins, william lincoln, kennedy cruz, zander monroe

the roasted bean: grace king, aj sullivan, mabel woods, jason taylors, sophia moore

bennie’s bar: salem kennedy, adelia dupont, bobby james, isaiah baker, charlotte hale

jefferson street diner: hadley mackey, noah hawthorne, phillip carver, cleo hughes

st. francis church: nina alden, denver king, cameron zhou, lydia reinhart, elliot lee, andre romanos

wilson high school: anastasia deveraux, elliot carver, bettie holland, fliss dupont, kai lancaster

the washington: freddy atkins, quinn james, emilia la rosa, brandon reznik

[naturepointstheway]

10. Imagine one half of your OTP putting in their favourite movie, and then afterwards pop the question to them, pretending to be one half of the on-screen couple. (Will you be the Carol to my Therese?) for alarik and elsa, pretty please?

Even before opening the door to their home, Elsa could smell spaghetti Bolognese in the house wafting through an open window. The intricate Italian spices and herbs set her mouth watering, her stomach rumbling impatiently in agreement.

Has Alarik been cooking?

That or it was some science experiment where the product of a reactant just happened to smell like delicious spaghetti Bolognese.

Opening the door, she called in to Alarik, who came racing out down the hall to greet her with a gentle hug, Elsa snuggling into his chest.

“Want to watch a movie tonight, darling?” he murmured, planting a tender kiss in her soft hair. “It’s The Lion King.”

“Before or after the spaghetti Bolognese?”

“With the spaghetti Bolognese. Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Elsa stepped inside, shutting the door behind her, “And my stomach can’t wait any longer for your cooking. It is cooking, right?”

He gave her hand a little squeeze, “Proper cooking–no science experiments, I promise.”

By the time the love song to beat all Disney love songs–Can You Feel the Love Tonight–rolled around, the spaghetti Bolognese had long been finished, empty plates placed on the coffee table. Elsa hummed along gently to the song, head resting against Alarik’s shoulder, when he suddenly paused it right when Simba and Nala were nuzzling at the end of the scene. Elsa looked up at him with questions in her eyes, only to see tenderness gazing back at her, his hand raising hers up to kiss it gently on the knuckles.

“Darling, will you be the Nala to my Simba and marry me?”

It seemed an eternity in which Elsa just stared back at him, jaw agape, hardly daring to believe he had just popped the question. But her heart sang with unrestrained affirmation and joy.

Reaching her other hand forward to caress the side of his face, she murmured her answer.

“Yes, Alarik, I want to be yours forever. I say yes.”