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[ 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂 ] , an orchestra in a corner of the room, and people start to draw towards the ⁽ ᵈᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ ⁾ . eyes immediately turn towards where the princess stands. muscles flinch as he almost goes to make a move, but someone else swoops in before he gets the chance. no matter.. he would find another opportunity to sweep the princess off of her feet and make the grand impression he needed to. head turns to look for another partner around him, and he spots a woman with hair as red as his. she's pretty and looks sweet. shoulders straighten, and a charming practiced smile forms along his lips. the prince approaches and holds out a white gloved hand. ❝ hello, my lady. would you please do me the honor of sharing this dance with me? you look as if you are in need of a partner. such a pretty dress and such a pretty woman should not be merely kept on the sidelines. ❞

[ 𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝚂 ] are abound as the carriage pulls up to the ⁽ ʳᵉᵈ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ⁾ . she was a visiting monarch from arendelle that had been invited by the king and queen to negotiate for trade and other things that they would eventually speak about, she's sure. anna had stayed back at the castle to watch over things so she was utterly alone in a den full of dragons and lions. ice starts to creep up her palms and so she takes a deep breath. ❝ conceal, don't feel. ❞ an old mantra that had been such a big part of youth. the door to the carriage opens and elsa departs from it. she wears her signature dress, a pretty blue thing that shined like an icicle. her heart hammers in her chest but she is able to conceal it and keep an expression of calm as she approaches the doors. a few people wait to greet her, many appear to be servants except for the pale-haired woman. she was beautiful in the way that an abstract painting was. rouge-colored lips tremble slightly as they form into a smile. the queen curtsies towards the other queen as elsa is announced. ❝ from what i have seen, your lands are beautiful, my queen. so different from the north. the cold never bothered me, but the heat i will have to get used to. ❞ it feels as if everyone is watching her, waiting for her to fail or make a misstep. ❝ thank you for your invitation. arendelle is honored as am i. ❞

clouds above start become more gray as they sail ahead, lightening sounding, and the waves picking up. the celebration on deck stops and sailors start to move about tying down ropes and closing the sails. eric moves a long with them, following orders from the captain. the storm grows worse as quickly as it started. water starts to flow onto the deck and it becomes harder to stand, but eric moves towards the helm to help the captain as he falls. the prince quickly jumps into action and grabs a hold, muscles tensing as he tries to steer. a bolt of lightening flashes and hits one of the sails. sparks of fire start small, but then it spreads. ❝ we need to abandon ship! ❞ everyone begins to pile into a lifeboat, which is then lowered, but before they begin to row, eric looks around and notices that they are missing a dog. there's a howl on the ship that he immediately responds to. ❝ max, i'm coming! ❞ eric leaps into the water and climbs back aboard, avoiding flames, he grabs a hold of max. on the way back he becomes stuck in a broken floorboard, so he has to throw max over the side. he yanks and pulls at his foot. the flames growing closer until he's able to jump free into the water.