#sopranic

christine: starts yodeling 4 him

drinks are placed on the table between them, and the sound of the chair scraping across the floor causes a visible wince as it shatters the quiet murmur of the nearly empty coffee shop around them. unobtrusive nature despises sound against silence ---- a head still abuzz from the noise of their earlier venue seeks peace, and andrei is quick to reclaim it. without a word he sits and pushes one cup across the table to his friend ; turned so his misspelled name might not be visible to her ( it seems rather redundant to have written it at all when there are no other costumers, but the miserable demeanor of the barista had discouraged comment. ) the singe against his hand is ignored, and shoulders slouch as body settles against an uncomfortable chair, arms crossing across his stomach and gaze lingering on the table top for several seconds.

THE LIGHTS ARE DIM casting a warm glow onto the faces of the guests of the opera & frederick has left him stranded a while ago, off to do some much-dreaded socializing with a bunch of other wealthy people who do not sneer at them because this isn’t ( THANK GOD ) transylvania. dmitry enjoys the bubble the champagne he had prior left under his skin, basking in the warmth of the wine he is drinking right now. it’s all rather SOPHISTICATED and he wonders if he will ever get used to all of it  —  this. the tux, the fancy people, the chandeliers & the glamour. it is right as the thought crosses his mind that he spots a vaguely familiar face in the crowd, alone among the sea of strangers like himself, so he makes his way & walks over, plucking another glass of wine from a waiter to offer the BEAUTY.

The Persian, as he had been simply dubbed around the opera, waited patiently to watch the dark figure of the Opera Ghost part from his lair out of one of the many secret passageways his observations had revealed to him (whether Erik liked it or not; most likely the latter) over time. He was certain the other was well aware of the set of jade eyes on him, but he was hopefully certain his old friend hadn’t a clue of his intention for this particular study. When chance allowed, he didn’t take his time slipping back into the passage just used, making his way down, down, down to the Phantom’s home. Upon reaching the lake he was... Unsure of his course of action. Taking the boat would be easier, of course, but the risk of an incredibly pissed and soaking wet Erik was not a favorable option. But he had teas and other things with him that could not get wet.

He took the boat. Erik will just have to sacrifice for the sake of Miss Daae.

It didn’t take him long, not at all, to cross the lake and enter the abode with a dutifully swiped key. Whether Erik knew he had it? He didn’t know nor care. He was timid at first, studying the area carefully, taking notes. The flowers, the fire in the hearth, other homely changes he would have never expected to find unless he was certain Erik were at his wit’s end; or if the dear daroga had made him himself.

“ Mademoiselle? ” his french was rough as he spoke, the word clear enough but by God the accent was maddeningly IMPOSSIBLE. It was something he couldn’t recall if Erik desired to more kill him over or tease him for it till the day he died. It was very close to being both on some nights.

“ Please, don’t be alarmed, mademoiselle. I come armed simply with tea and comfort. I am a... Friend of Erik, you see. ”

015. Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?

so… tongue 99% of the time.   elsa is incredibly well-read, well educated woman,  especially for her time.  not only was private tutoring availible to her as heir to the throne,  given all her time spent locked away / in isolation,  books were her solace.  she read everything she could get her hands on,  conducted her own research from the confines of her room,  kept meticulous journals  ( she’s very type a… ).  but,  all that to say,  she has the intelligence and vocabulary with which to eloquently argue her points.

as for that other 1%,  however.  when sufficiently threatened and when her anxiety spikes,  she’s liable to respond with her powers,  with or without intention.  the scene in the castle is great example of this reaction. most of the time,  elsa’s fight or flight reaction leans to flight,  however she’s suffered from dark,  intrusive thoughts caused by her anxiety disorder, isolation, and lack of social integration,  thus when she’s spiraled and fatigued and anxious enough and she or someone she loves deeply is threatened,  a switch can sometimes go off that causes her to react violently.

001. When is their birthday?

I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED.  because it’s not the winter solstice ( idc what anyone in this hell fandom says. ) and here is why.

canonically it just… doesn’t make sense for it to be the solstice.  elsa’s coronation clearly takes place in the summer,  not only is this evident in weather,  but also in that just after she flees the party,  one of the townspeople says,  “snow? It’s…snow…in july.”  so it’s pretty hard to argue that her coronation wasn’t in, y’know, july.  because a regent would’ve been in temporary power for few years until elsa came of age ( because, yknow, the king & queen are dead ),  the people would have needed and wanted her to be coronated as soon as she was of age to keep stability in the kingdom.  and yes, they’d need some time to prepare the coronation, so, to me, this puts her birthday pretty firmly at the end of june.  all that said, elsa’s birthday is the 27TH OF JUNE,  not the 21st of december.  

my winter queen is a summer baby.

008. What is their favorite fairy tale?

elsa loved fairytales as a kid.  like mentioned above,  she read a ton,  and given arendelle is a danish kingdom,  she grew up with hans christian anderson.  ( yes he wrote the snow queen but we’re omitting that one for canon’s sake ).  of his work,  I think she really liked the little match girl,  because it resonated in that people may have pitied the girl,  but did nothing to help her,  & still she was the one blessed with beautiful dreams.  elsa certainly had a interest in darker stories,  like the little match girl,  given her circumstances.