#forhapning

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❝ Fate is not a thing of preference and it's true, ❞ the master had to agree with a light nod. His glance fell in the direction of the Jade Palace — it majestically crowned the mountain top being embraced by the twilight mists as ever — and then he closed his eyes, frowning.

❝ But you see... There was an accident before, ❞ he stated heavily. For many years he regarded frankness as something too frail for the raging entity of the world. It never knew peace. Just like him since that horror of a night when Tai Lung unleashed his inner ferocity. Now he feared for young Tigress to follow the same path of darkness and therefore he tightened his grip.

elias considers himself a MASTER of stealth -- keeping out of sight and avoiding being found was kind of his thing . so it bruises his ego when the queen of arendelle finds his little hide out in the darkened forest , a small little cabin only  for himself . he’s less than pleased . hands furl and unfurl as he tries to assess the situation . what could she be here for ?  his outstanding bounty ?  to arrest him for his thievery ?  he won’t go down easy .  ❛ how did you find me , and what do you want ?  i’ve gotta warn you ... i think you’ll find i’m not too afraid of what you can do , your highness . i’ve got my OWN tricks . ❜

FINALLY has he managed to corral those staying the night TO BED , tucked beneath blankets in a collection upon the living room floor , some few of the kids conked out after scrabbling to secure a spot on the couch .  ---but it’s now that he can pad into the kitchen , taking a mug of lukewarm gasoline & bringing it up for a sip ; attention remains upon the dim living room before sweeping towards north , wondering if she’s JUST AS EXHAUSTED as the kneecappers resting ten feet away - & furthermore if she knows she can rest in HIS room , as dox expects to be without sleep for the evening .

(the options were endless here, when isn’t she reckless?? lol)

(meme ;; accepting)

“Oi, you ain’t my queen. You can’t order me about.” The words themselves were harsh, but her tone and the pout of her lips showed petulance instead. Still, she slowed to a stop, almost stumbling in the snow, but making a pretty good recovery, if she did say so herself. Her mother would have her head if she risked growing diplomatic relations by being stubborn.

Sometimes it snowed in the Highlands, but it rained far too much for it to ever really freeze over. Arendelle, as such, was a rare delight. She had always preferred the cold weather to the hot weather, found it more comfortable when she didn’t have to unpaste her curls from her head. But this? This was something else.

It was freezing, but she’d something marvelous this morning. It had been a couple, out on the water, spinning and twirling round one another, dancing. She had half a thought they were some sort of water fae or spirit, hovering above the water.and dancing on the waves.

Until she had gotten down stairs to investigate herself, that was. While the couple was gone, the water still existed, but it was frozen solid. They hadn’t been wetting their toes, they’d simply been sliding about on the ice, ever so graceful and having such fun. 

She didn’t see why she couldn’t try the same.

a SENTIMENT he AGREES with--- however, the REST of the nein ?  their tactics include IMPULSE & the ELEMENT OF SURPRISE in a manner that astonishes both their adversaries AS WELL as themselves ; STRATEGY is a method often OVERLOOKED , plots designed & left to fall to the wayside once faced with actual combat - they prepare as best they can , but it can’t be said that any circumstance has ever met an outcome they anticipated.

                                                        “ watch your step. ”

advice made as he leads the way forward , stepping over a particularly LARGE mossy root , the curve of it nearly THREE FEET , the width that of a man--- once he’s passed first he turns , extending a hand with intent to help bring her across ; both this & the next to follow.

---it takes TIME to get between the massive trees , exposed roots & thick trunks DWARFING them , canopies FAR above their heads ; this is the center of his woods , & should she listen close she may hear a HEARTBEAT from the trees .

---however treeline soon BREAKS , evening out to a vast clearing that exists as thin BANK before delving into CLEAR WATER ; a POND here , still covered beneath the tall reaches of the trees & their leaves .

sunshafts speckle the lake , light dancing across the water that appears completely UNTOUCHED , nothing short of PERFECT in its existence--- 

                                                                           “ crystal lake. ”

he introduces , before repeating the name in a language that exists for those with UNCOMMON tongues---