#basideus

He hissed at the other, gritting his teeth before he barely crouched, bending like a lead pipe stiff and tense. After a brief moment he rose back to full and glared at the man.

Although Elsa hated leaving Arendelle, Gerda and Kai had assured her that the kingdom would be in capable hands. But it didn’t make the queen feel any more comfortable knowing that Anna would be in charge. She never had to make any of the decisions that the queen did, neither any experience dealing with matters that could arise; frankly, the elder sister was worried. Inside the small palanquin, the blue-eyed queen sighed deeply. There wasn’t much she could do about it, now. 

Her caravan had been walking for three days across the hot sands to reach the palace of the infamous Pharaoh. She had heard of his accomplishments from citizens as the kingdom’s young ruler and was impressed with the small kingdom’s prosperity and relations with other great nations. She had sent out letters beforehand announcing her arrival and hoped that meeting with this King could benefit both of their kingdoms. Staring out the small open window that was draped with fine, sheer, silk, Elsa had her head propped up with her hand on the narrow sill. This land was much different from her home, but she found herself fascinated by it. She had read that despite all odds, this small kingdom had flourished for years. It made her all the more eager to meet the man who taken over the land and brought it even further into riches. ❝ Your Majesty? ❞ a man asked through the curtain. The pharaoh had sent out a messenger and several of the palace guards to escort her caravan to the palace unharmed- from thieves, they had said.  ❝ Yes? ❞ she answered.  ❝ We’ll be arriving at the palace, soon. ❞ 

Within an hour, they had indeed arrived. Elsa heard the echoing of horns announcing her arrival, radiating through the open air. The escort had suggested she wear a cloak to disguise herself as to not bring attention, but she found the suggestion to be unnecessary. Pulling back the silken drapery that covered the window, the queen observed lines of people waving and cheering at her carriage, throwing flowers in the caravan’s path. Soon they had reached the palace gates, and the guards shielded the crowd from the foreign queen. Moving further and further away, it became quieter. Looking towards the sky, Elsa noticed large statues of what she assumed to be this land’s gods and protectors. In the distance, she noticed a line of people awaiting her arrival. ❝ Your Majesty, welcome. ❞ As Elsa stepped out of her palanquin, she felt the gazes of the small crowd. Compared to them, she must have looked odd. In front of her, an old man with grey, spikey hair bowed in front of her. ❝ I am Shimon, the Pharaoh’s vizier. ❞ The queen curtsied with a head nod in response.  ❝ The Pharaoh has been expecting you. Please, this way.  ❞ Without any other words spoken, the winter queen followed behind the man, her attendants and several guards in tow, followed by a few of the Pharaoh’s guards. The hallway leading to what she assumed was the throne room was long, leaving her to her thoughts. Mentally and physically she prepared herself; her posture straightened, her gaze unwavering and soft, and her hands interlocked in the front of her. 

"Is leaving all you know how to do?”

“ we all carry our sins. ”

he simply didn’t have it in him to be venomous. he simply reclined in his chair, and directed his icy stare everywhere except on him. he refused to meet his eyes, for if he did... he knew that his shame would not go unnoticed by atem. 

his throat tightened, yet his iron grip on his emotions remained tight. he refused to allow any weakness to seep through-- yet the cold clung to his bones. he was a mere man, and men tired. and he grew weary of carrying his burden-- the markings on his back weighed on his soul like a cross.

he shut his eyes tightly.