Prince of Andalasia (Citta)

“What. No! No, you haven’t said anything impolite!”

Not unless she’d missed them herself, which admittedly could be.

“Well, you’re standing right in front of one, surprise!” Anna couldn’t help but laugh. She was getting used to the idea that some were just as excited to see her as she was to see them. Still, the very thought that somehow he and herself shared some sort of common experience felt… unlikely. Listening on, Anna hummed along, nodding, laughing, and responding in kind as Edward, “Thank you, thank you- you’re totally just- you’re really awesome. You know, you’re always welcome to visit if you ever find yourself in our neck of the woods. I can only hope you’ll have me when I come to Andalasia myself!”

It felt nice that it was even an option now.

But as the laughter settled and the two of them settled into a momentary peaceful silence, Anna felt her heart rate increase again, sensing something… odd about the tension of the interaction. Weird.

“Fate? Like, destiny?” Anna chewed at her lip, “It’s a beautiful idea, I want it to be real. But… I’m not so sure anymore. Tell me, how about yourself?”

Edward sighed of relief at her assurance. Looking hopeful as the princess spoke. Nodding at her invitation. “Of course! You’ll get the full royal treatment, a friend of the prince...Just uh.....Don’t mind the villagers. They might assume things but nonetheless you’ll have a personal chamber and maids and only the best music. Oh I an see it now....” 

“You must try the grey stuff its delicious, believe me ask the witches.” 

At her mention of Destiny, a neigh could be heard behind the trees. He could feel the blood running through his veins faster, making his palms slightly itchy. A small frown on his face forming at her minor doubt. 

        “ uh, i’ve never been a fan of chocolate. so i’d say the one with the rabbit on it, i guess. ”

“I need your opinion my friend. Trix or......“ 

Andalasia? 

Geography wasn’t Anna’s strong suit, but she couldn’t say she’d ever even heard of Andalasia before. Then again, Anna’d never been anywhere but territory surrounding the kingdom in which she lived. Her memory just wasn’t sharp enough to pick up on all the different far off lands.

“Not unless that’s inside of Arendalle.” Anna shrugged, posture curving into a more comfortable slouch, “I…. don’t get out much, I don’t think I even know where Andalasia is.”

“O-Oh, right- names. Of course, yeah!” And as it seemed, titles too. “I’m Anna of Arendalle. Princess, actually. I am Anna, Princess of Arendalle.”

A prince, huh?

A princess huh....

Wait a moment.....

“PRINCESS?! Oh forgive any impolite words I must have spoke your highness.“ He back up and give her a deeper bow, lingering on his angled form before raising once again. 

“I’ve never met a true princess before......My mother she- It’s a story for another time, my goodness! Anna! Such a beautiful name rolls off my tongue. For the first time in forever...I finally meet someone who understands what I may have been through.”

He nods and claps his hand, pausing for a moment as he tried to remember Arrendale though it was to no avail.

 “Though I never heard of such a country, I can trust that if your its princess it must be a beautiful land..ad to not toot my own horn but Andalasia has its beauty too. Forests and meadows green as emeralds, connected to white beaches and warm seas as blue as sapphires. It’s a land where stories are told and songs are sung.” 

He paused once more and extended a step before retracting it. 

Oh.

Oh there it was.

A smile. A kiss? Well it was just a courtesy, Anna was sure…

Anna knew herself to be something of a weak person when it came to the charms of another- and she now knew better than to allow herself to fall for a dashing smile and a kind word. Still… she couldn’t help but feel her heart skip a beat as his eyes glanced up at her from her hand.

“Is it really that obvious?” Anna chuckled, “I love to sing, but I don’t think I’m all that great at it. But I can’t stand depressing music. It’s too doom and gloom for me.”

“I guess… I like my songs the best.”

“It takes one to know one, lass. Your entire atmosphere hums with a song not yet sung.“ 

Edward grinned when his eyes met hers, blue upon blue like the ocean meeting the sky. Their meeting the horizon, a gateway to a fantastic adventure. As she spoke, he nodded in agreement, arms crossed listening intently at the girl. 

“The way you speak...Tell me. Are you from Andalasia? For the words they sound like the kind spoken by the people of my land! Oh! I must know your name and only after that I want to know your song.” 

♪ Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga ♪

♪ OOGA-CHAKA♪ 

SCREAMING

It was the sort of day where the window would rouse the leaves of the trees- making nature’s sweet, sweet music. The birds were singing along, fluttering their wings in a happy dance. They landed perched on a tree branch next to her, in peace, only to be started at a strange man’s voice-

Oh, royalty!

She rested her cheek against a branch, beaming down at the man. What a lovely face, and a friendly voice. 

“A lord of the land.” Martel hummed, tucking a strand of long ember hair behind her ear, eyes wide with wonder, “I’m afraid I’m a little bit stuck. I was trying to climb up to a bird nest, but my skirt got caught on a branch. I’m sorry, but surely a man of your stature could aid me?”

“My goodness. You are stuck in quite a conundrum huh? but fret not sweet lady!“ 

Edward shouted as he climbed the tree, gloved hands graces the branches and boughs. Climbing at an incredulous speed until his eyes locks with hers. 

“H-hello. I’m Edward. King of this land. I don’t think I’ve seen you before. May I know the name of the woman I am saving> If only for good manners. ” 

“Haha! Watch out peasant! The forest is dangerous today! There is a troll afoot and if you do not want to be dinner I suggest you hide. If you feel the earth a rumbling, I’d take a running. Unless...”