#vivatreginax

[iinviolable-blog]

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            ❅ ; — -    Elsa's eyes    f l u t t e r e d ; half asleep and still on the                         threshold of waking dreams. It had been a mere few hours                         since she'd fled Arendelle at the reaction of her powers                         being unleashed. In her own palace, alone with only the                         snow to keep her company, she had to blink several times                         to take in the figure before her;

                                       " -- - m o m ?       You came back. "

[applesforanna]

vivatreginax | cont.:

   ”Sweetheart,” Idun began, reaching out for her daughter. But she thought better of it, and folded her hands before her, a deep sigh leaving her lungs. “Anna. Please understand. This is Elsa’s secret to share, not mine. I—I wish I could tell you. I wish I could.”

   So it was true. They were all hiding something from her. She'd always felt as such; she could tell by the guilty glances, by that feeling like she was missing out on something, that there was a puzzle piece absent from her life. 

   "You're lying," she whispered, her shoulders tense, her eyes staring at the floor, "this can't just be Elsa's secret. You've all been hiding something from me, all these years." 

   It made her stomach twist. Why her? Why did they want to keep something from her? Anna couldn't help feel that it was because there was something wrong with her. Something about her that didn't cut it for her own family. 

[prinsalverick-blog1]

'well hello'

"Hi Mormor!" Alverick smiled as he nestled into the woman's lap. "Is it okay if I stay here and play with you? Mama and Papa are busy talking to more trade partners and other royal stuff so I'm by myself today..."

[thelateking]

vivatreginax | cont.:

   It was shouts up on deck that had awoken the Queen. The rocking of the ship had been especially rough that evening, leaving her to retire to try and sleep through it. But now she was growing more and more concerned, especially when her eyes fluttered open to find her husband gone. His side of the bed was quickly cooling, empty. 

   His time in the navy was known by all, and she wondered if he had simply gone on up for a peaceful purpose—or to help.��Eyes full of worry, she threw on some clothes, and tried to make her way up the steep steps, hand gripping the rope handrail tightly. So tightly that her knuckles turned white, and a few cries left her as she nearly slipped. 

   Rain lashed down upon her before she even made it out, the wind whipping her hair this way, and that, throwing her thin frame around as the men tried to avoid her. It was easy enough to find Agdar, even with his bright hair darkened by the water. Waves crashed against the hull as she grabbed his hand. It was freezing. 

   That had been half an hour ago. Now they were huddled together, the mast already gone down to the depths below. A tremble had entered her from the cold and the wet (and the fear, but she’d never admit it), but still she clung on to him. Because there was nothing else to be done. Hope was quickly dwindling, and his words just brought out a choked sob as she hid her face in his chest. At least—at least they had each other.

   ”We’re never going to see them again, are we?” Idun asked, her voice almost stolen by the power of the weather outside. Her children, her precious children, she’d never see them again. Never give Elsa that one last hug. Never braid Anna’s hair again, or sew with her. 

   If he had not already been holding her as tight as he could, then those words would surely have brought his arms even tighter around her. 

   There were many people depending on him back home. The Kingdom, his daughters. Elsa.

   Her last words to him ringed in his ears, as loud as the torrents of rain thrashing themselves upon the wood. 

   'Do you have to go?'

   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, curling up around his wife, clinging to her with all his might, "I'm so sorry Idun. I love you." 

   What was he sorry for? 

   Everything, perhaps. For being there, yet unable to assure their safety. For leaving his two daughters alone to the kingdom. For leaving Elsa. 

   Elsa. Elsa whom he surely had failed all these years. He had, hadn't he? He'd failed her.

   And Idun, his wife; he should have listened to her more. 

   All the regrets were thundering down down on him. "I'm sorry," he said again. "I love you," he said again.

[wiintersqueen-blog]

{ ❅ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ——— 

                                                   ------  ( vivatreginax ) ------  

          what once brought beauty &  wonder  to  her  life now only brought           strife. hour after hour, day  after  day,  the  gloves  remained  &  yet           when frustration would pique the ability to ( ¢ση¢єαℓ ) grew almost            impossible.  the sound  of  a  violin  echoed  throughout  the empty           space of her room,  attempting  to  conquer  the  challenging piece           her tutor had left but  as  the  notes  traveled  off of their  composed           course time & time again ; the  young  princess grew vexed. tension           rose, t he  temperature  of  the  room  dropping  while  approaching            footsteps remained unheard. 

                       another  musical  misstep,  failure becoming Elsa's   reality  when                        perfection was expected,  the  notion  of  disappointing those she                        loved pushing her over the edge. crystalline  spidered  across  the                        floor,  creeping   up   the  walls,  brow  furrowing,   gloved  fingers                        tightening around the instrument's neck.

[nixreginam-blog]

◤ vivatreginax ◢

❝Mama, must I stay here while the ambassador visits?   Would it not be better if I go to the meetings and such   as well?

           —- I've even practiced my French!❞

[speiress]

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"You're back!"

Before the other could say anything back, she enveloped her mother into a bear hug, corners of her mouth turning up and soon becoming a grin.

                             "How was the wedding?" 

[thelateking]

"No. Oh, no. No no no. This can't happen. No. You can't die."

   He could feel the blood gurgling up from his throat. The burn of the wound, the sting as his wife was pressing a cloth against it, trying to make it stop. But he knew, and she knew despite her words, that there wasn't much time for him at all.

   "L-listen to me, love. You have to go, you have to go and take--- take the children and run. Leave me here, I---" and a terrible hiss left his bloody teeth, "---I don't--- have much time now. We don't have much time." 

[snihovakoroleva-blog]

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vivatreginax

                  “I don’t want to do this…                            I don’t know if I CAN do this…”

[king-of-the-southern-isles]

"Make your choice."

King Ulrich looked exasperated. “I can’t- I don’t know. I- Which would you choose?” He asked the queen’s opinion. 

He was trying to decide on a jeweled necklace to give to Analise for her birthday.

There were three necklaces: A ruby necklace with diamonds surrounding each jewel, a choker necklace with ornate framing and a single emerald jewel in the center, and a sapphire necklace, similar to the first, but it contained more jewels. 

"What do you think? You’re a woman. You know about these things."

[thelateking]

vivatreginax | cont.:

   ”Indeed it is,” Idun murmured, curling into his side. “But what’s brought this on?”

   Arm around her, the other under his head, staring at the windows and then at Idun, noting how the soft light fell beautifully around her. 

  "...Perhaps it was my dreams," he spoke, voice as soft as the morning light around them, "or perhaps it was your face which I've woken up to." 

   Goodness knows it was an image he would never take for granted again. And so the day was a time for renewal, of grasping the light he now had in his life once more.

[icanxgetby]

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[queen-iduna-of-arendelle]

[Okay I've just untracked some threads where I know I'll never get replies anymore. But there are still some ppl  I'd like to rp more, but they haven't replied for a while now. So to not send ask after ask, I'll just ask them like this. So~

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will you reply, or is it over now? Or shall we start new threads? You know, guys, if I've kept the promise I made myself you'd have one follower less. (And also a few others) But I don't wanna give you guys up yet. Though if no ones gonna say something about this I guess I'll keep that promise. And I also be even more picky of who I follow now.

Oh and when I'm at it...glaciesximperium , wanna make a new thread then? You don't have to, though. And vivatreginax !! Yeah I mean you! You're a new queen, do you wanna be my sister? Uh, I mean rp with me AS my sister?XD (I have to warn you, though, I'm not as good as Anesa...]

[arendelian-blog]

vivatreginax:

     ”Anna, what have you done now?”

✿;♔—- "Nothing! Well, I mean, I've done something, but nothing bad.

                    There was just a little...accident."

                 "You know, there was mud and white walls and I slipped and well...

  {An awkward laugh}

                          —it'll wash off though, right?"

[applesforanna]

vivatreginax | cont.:

     The Queen had been standing in the doorway for a little while now, watching her youngest daughter as she paraded around in one of her mother’s dresses. A few times it had been quite difficult to keep her laughter in, and eventually, she had to interrupt. 

     ”Darling?” she asked, stepping more into the room with an amused smile on her face. “What on Earth are you doing?”

     The young little redhead looked rather ridiculous, her little self all tangled in skirts and sleeves far too large for her. More than half of the clothing was dragging behind her. And yet, when she finally noticed her mother, only the most confident of smiles decorated her chubby little face.     "I'm th'Queen!" she exclaimed most decidedly, waving a hand about, "the Queen, Mama!" And with that, her giggles exploded from her as she continued her marching around the dressing room.    She'd made a bit of a mess; the vanity's drawers were wide open, and so was the closet. It seems she'd been trying out a few things all at once, the skirts and shirts a mismatch.