#shefroze

❝   we aren’t so different   ,    you and i.   ❞    but they are   -    oh   ,    they’re far more different than hans is willing to admit   .    where she has a crown   ,   hans is on his knees   ,    always begging   ,   always the inferior   .    where she has the power   ,    hans’ hands are feeble   ,   good only for wielding swords not even father has found impressive  .    where she has a loving sibling   ,    hans has twelve large beings looming over him   -   intruding  ,   suffocating .    ❝    only a piece of clothing   ,   yet they hide so much   ,   haven’t they?    ❞    and where the queen’s hands are bare to accept her newfound confidence   ,    hans own leaner ones are still encased in the gloves he can never do without   .

❛       i  know  how  that  feels  .       ❜    born  to  be  :  profound  .  longing  .  an  infant  in  the  arms  of  warriors  with  flecks  of  white  that  catch  the  sun  like  gold  /  blood  of  feathers  dripping  fair  /  flaxen  .  but  then  he  was  :  member  of  the  flock  ,  following  ,  a  contego  longing  to  be  something  more  /  less  /  catching  the  eyes  of  passerby  whilst  all  the  while  staying  invisible  ,  void  ,  curling  into  himself  like  a  babe  to  mother’s  chest  .  it  was  like  that  for  years  ,  ‘til  summer  touched  winter  ,  moon  met  the  sun  ,  alloy  kissed  magic  (  beautiful  ,  beautiful  magic  )  ,  and  he  was  finally  :  wandering  with  ivories  clipping  at  tongue  and  a  half  forged  adamas  biting  at  his  heels  .  (  you  were  only  gabriel  ,  healing  angel  ,  deflecting  seraphim  ,  ‘til  love  made  you  a  flock  of  luzon  doves  in  flight  showing  your  bleeding  heart  on  the  outside  .  not  on  your  sleeve  ,  but  in  a  gentle  hum  on  the  crux  of  your  chest  )  .            ❛         change  might  as  well  happen  sooner  than  later  .        ❜

  AT THIS RATE, HER LIPSTICK IS more than gone, teeth gnawing at supple flesh in a blatant display of anxiety. And the poor rug might as well have a hole in it for how she paces -- she can hear Grand-mere now! ❝ Okay, I need 100% honesty right now. Does being queen suck or not? ❞

001.   THE DUNGEONS OF ARENDELLE.    /     SHEFROZE.  

❛   how very cordial of you       -         ❜           cathedral skin, wild mouth. eye contact doesn’t fracture, doesn’t shatter. instead of a fire ‘pon emerald irises. SPLINTERING & COLD. winter coats his breath, appearing in the dungeon’s atmosphere in a cloud. loneliness forlorn, his words whispered,         ❛YOUR MAJESTY.❜        a feign of disgrace.  ( the additional phrase, so complimentary, with eyebrows set high against his forehead.  ) and in that moment, he was a pure commodity of his father. ( tongue darts to wet his lips as the silence lasts in vast layers. ) the curl  set to his lips lie empty, in daring technique and detail.      ❛   the offer stlll stands. it does.     .     .     .   may i remind you       ;     crazy or not , you haven’t said no  .   ❜