A Frozen Heart

hayden looked in the direction he heard his name, taking the earbuds of his ear, he walked over to his sister. “hey helene. you look happier than usual. which I didn’t think possible.” he chuckled. his sister was the only person he could never be mean to. their father treated all of them badly, but he had noticed the way helene would handle it all. in turn, making him protective over her. “having an extra good day, I presume?” 

her smile was brighter then usual, she flushed a soft pink and nodded. “extra good day indeed.” she held up a gift card, “dinner on my tonight if you wanna join me.” helene was starting to thrive in auradon. sure the threat of their father always loomed but she didn’t want think about that. their was certainly something different about the redhead off the isle. “did you at least have a good day?” she asked curious.

Mason had caught some practice photos while she was talking, adjusting things as they were needed. “Those princesses are used to people snapping photos of them, and they are posing for specific scenes. I just want you to be you. Move around, talk, and try to be comfortable.” He explained, giving a small smile before taking another couple shots of her. “Tell me about school? How are your classes going?” 

She blinked nervously, playing with her hands absently. Helene knew the question wasn’t supposed to be a complicated one but she really wasn’t sure what it meant to just be her. The redhead looked down for a moment before looking up and smiling. “Oh, I like. I didn’t like going to school on the isle, people tended to be mean. But here it’s nice.” her smiled dropped slightly, “Dad would say I’m wasting my time. He would say I’m pretty for a reason, not smart. I like art the best though.” She was in a daze for a moment before coming to focus on Mason. “Sorry.”

Mason had been taking some practice shots when Helene stepped out, a small smile crossing his face before he spoke.·“You look great!” He responded, moving towards her a little.·“I just want to do a little photo shoot to test this new equipment. And you were lovely enough to help me out.” Mason teased before nodding for her to follow.·“I’ve set this scene up so you can do whatever poses you want. Just before comfortable and get familiar with the surrounding.”·

Her face flushed the brightest shade of red and she twirled the bottom of her curls. Looking around Helene tried to figure out what she was going do. “I’m not really sure what you want me to do?” Sitting on the edge of one of the boxes the red haired girl looked up actually taking in all his equipment. Her head tilted to the side and for a moment. She absently picked up one of the flowers and started twirling by her cheek. “I’ve only ever seen the magazines that show up on the isle, with all the princesses, they always look like they know what they’re doing. I feel like i would feel silly.”

@onlyifsomeonelovedyou​ Starter for Helene

With the money had made from the party, Mason had the chance to buy some new equipment and was eager to test it out. However, he needed someone to help be his model for the pictures he wanted to try. Even though it took some convincing, he was able to get Helene to agree. Getting his camera set up and making sure everything was stage properly, he called out to to see if she was ready. “Helene!” He called with a laugh. “I’m ready when you are! I’m actually excited to see how this lighting works…” Mason trailed off, taking some practice shots. 

Her roommate fixed her hair into a braid, cascading with flowers. Flowers were so new to her, they didn’t grow on the isle and she was loving them. She wasn’t sure why she agreed to help Mason, well she knew but she didn’t know why she so excited. Her roommate also let her borrow a few outfits for the day, no longer was she encased in the rags and leather of the isle but the soft lace and chiffon in auradon was everything. “Just a moment!” She called out before satisfied with her looks and moved out to greet the boy. “Ready. I think. Is this okay. I didn’t really understand what you wanted to do but I hope this okay.” She bit on her bottom lip and rocked on her toes, hoping he was happy with her.

her castle is made of stone, heavy and unwavering, crumbling under the weight of her sadness. she is like the flowers on the side of the road, at the bottom of the mountains. drenched in sunlight, beauty to be admired, trampled on by passersby.  She feels like a tragedy. But she is a fire, filled with warmth, illuminating the path around her.