#vinterdronniing

@vinterdronniing​ said:  🍓 -quietly places here-  ||  always accepting

well dallas, i don’t know where to begin? first off, i didn’t think i’d be on this hellsite for this long---but secondly i didn’t think i’d connect with so many amazing people through this muse, and that includes you! i’ve had the most pleasurable moments talking to you, whether it’s ooc stuff or just straight up rambling about plots and headcanons! and you have no idea how it’s helped me in many ways, especially now more than ever? honestly, i love listening to your thoughts and ideas, and you always keep me anticipated for more. your writing is great, but you as a person is just as amazing and more!!! and i’m so glad we’ve met before, cause you’re even more fun in person LOL i love you a lot man---and thanks for being an amazing frienddd.

@vinterdronniing​ sent:      ‘ i heard crying. i got worried. ’

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐄 at her face, sobs still clutching at her chest. Sniffling as quietly as she could, Elsa searched frantically for a handkerchief, desperate for her twin not to see her in such a state, just because their parents were going away for a few weeks. 

She should have known she’d be heard, not matter how quiet she tried to be. Sometimes it seemed like there was something to a twin’s intuition, one sister simply knowing something was wrong with the other before anyone else. And yet sometimes it was just the most irritating thing in the world, if one wanted to keep her business a secret from the other. 

Color blooms in her vision, giving a sense of warmth to the forest despite the growing chill of the autumn. Robin had been walking for what felt like hours. There was nobody around, yet she can sense there had to be someone. Something inside her aches, desperate to learn, to grow beyond her boundaries. While the wolf doesn’t have much in terms of magic, her mother had been. 

Her boots crunch in the fallen leaves, following whatever her instincts told her. Eventually she came across a lake, where she stops, unable to cross. Damn it.

The shifter fell back, sitting and crumpling her head in her hands, scratching at her wild curls. Her body aches, beginning to bloom despair in hoer her shoulders shake and her breath hitches.

{ :O !!! 

Thank you! This is such a sweet message to find in my inbox!

We absolutely stan our fellow Elsa muns, and I LOVE how much the Elsa muns in this community support and lift each other up! It’s so refreshing and encouraging to see duplicate blogs have each other’s backs instead of feel intimidated or threatened. “Queens fix each other’s crowns”, as they say!

→♥←

“¡ Epa ! You almost got it that time, Reina! Pero you have to keep the beat. Mira mira. We can do it together.”

Skeletal hands raised up as he shifted to stand beside the other, nudging her with a shoulder bone. With guitar hanging from his bony body, he quickly gathered it back up, playing a gentle melody, wrist tapping the edge for tempo.