@writtenvow​ said:  “Why are you awake right now?” - herc

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The queen gasped sharply, turning away from the balcony rail and the distant horizon that called out to her. She hadn’t expected Hercules, or anyone really, to be awake to find her gazing off into the distance in the middle of the night. But apparently she was mistaken.

“I, uh...” She stammered as she stepped back inside and pulled the balcony doors closed once more. “I couldn’t sleep. So I thought I’d get some air. Clear my head.”

@writtenvow​ said:  💚 - herc

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Mistletoe. The most... ridiculous and uncomfortable of holiday traditions. Forcing public displays of affection on unsuspecting party goers... Or forcing other attendees to watch couples drag each other under the hanging plant to snog for all to see. 

Elsa had never been a fan. It all seemed a bit much. But, then again... She’d never had someone she wouldn’t mind sharing her Christmas mistletoe kiss with. And certainly never been in a position where such a thing might actually be.. expected of her. A young betrothed queen caught under the mistletoe with her handsome groom-to-be? All eyes were on them whether they acknowledged them or not. Elsa only noticed where they were standing after a few minutes of passing, pleasant conversation. 

“Oh, look at that.” Elsa commented quietly, a crooked little smile on her face as she pointed over head. “I’m afraid we’ve been caught.”

Elsa had never kissed him before, but she felt little fear at the idea these days. Jitters more like it. They were to be married after all. And not only that, the hero from Greece had done plenty earn her trust and endearment. Hercules had an innocent charm to him that Elsa found herself fond of. So she had little trouble reaching up to cradle his squared jaw and press a chaste and sweet kiss to his lips. Brief and gentle. She pulled away a mere couple seconds later, ignoring the muted clapping of her guests, applauding their queen’s ‘boldness’.

Elsa’s hand was so small in his, but she didn’t have any fear of his strength. Elsa had come to trust him to only use his superhuman powers for the good of others. Never to harm her or anyone else. So she allowed him to lead her without a moment’s hesitation or worry.  Her eyes glued to him, bright and curious to see what he had in store for her. 

And he didn’t disappoint.

She carefully untied the ribbon and pulled the gift from its basket. It was so soft! Not like anything made in Arendelle. Elsa ran a hand over the wool, a smile coming to her face just as soft as the texture of the rug. It was so simple... But that made her like it all the more. And he’d gone such a long way to get it... For her. 

“Hercules, this is.. Beautiful! Your mother made this? This is wonderful” She grinned up at him. “You know, I’ve been wanting a new rug for in front of the fireplace. This is perfect.”

Elsa stepped forward, wrapping her arms around the man’s middle to pull him into a hug. Warm as someone with ice powers could give. Her cheek rested against his chest, comfortable and content.

@writtenvow​ said:  ❝ now we threaten ancient gods? how fun! ❞ -herc

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... Wait what?

“No, no- No one’s threatening anyone! That’s not what I was suggesting.”

“I was just suggesting we- I don’t know-... Maybe try and reason with him? Find out why he’s sending these creatures to Arendelle to mess with you?” Elsa hated to make demands or threaten if it wasn’t necessary. Hopefully, in this case... It wasn’t. But she’d never met a god, so how did she really even know?

... An inhale.

//Hii! :D i was checking out your blog and i noticed that u reblogged some art of meg as the goddess of the underworld,

so i thought i’d share this edit i made…