#sundropsaved

@sundropsaved​ said: “  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ”

there is no effort made to look at all invested in what is being said to ( at ) her. no one who has come to her in her cell has said anything unexpected, they have not been looking for a conversation, simply someone to point fingers at and ramble on to. they want her to bend, to appease, to beg for forgiveness and grovel with apology after apology for what she’d done. but all they will be met with is a brick wall of apathy and resentment. she will not give them the satisfaction of giving up her dignity for their closure.

head tips to the side, curls swaying with the movement, and eyes look the queen up and down with scrutiny.

“It is... It’s wonderful, and relieving but at the same time... as if any moment they’ll disappear again.” Such words wouldn’t sound so out of place from an old woman, or a mother... but a girl of sixteen? Elena smiled watching as Isa and Princess Rapunzel talked. In her last year of imprisonment, she’d heard nothing but good things of the sunshine girl, mostly from Princess Amber who considered the Coronan royal to be a role model of sorts. Rapunzel herself had lived up to that, in their brief interaction. 

“Life is always changing. Most of it good, but not always easy.”

Rapunzel sighed, emerald eyes looking up from her mural to meet those of her mot- of her Mom. It still felt strange... to know that all those years she’d had a whole other set of parents waiting for her. A Mom who wanted her for her, and not because she had magic hair. The newly returned princess gazed down at her bare toes, shifting from foot to foot nervously.