#vinterhjerte

"You look beautiful," Iduna said as she watched her firstborn prepare for her coronation. She'd been waiting for this day since her husband died, and while Iduna wished the circumstances were different, she was happy she could be here today.

angst stater // accepting

@vinterhjerte asked: “Stay here, I’ll be right back. I promise I will be back.”

"NO, ELSA!!!"

Anna's voice was stern and commanding, her fist clenching tightly as she held back her true rage. "You promised me we would do this together! And I'm tired of you breaking your promises! You want to go? Then we are going together. And I swear if you try and pull out another ice boat trick, I swear I'll...I'll...."

The Queen looked at her surroundings, attempting to find something to to unleash her anger upon. Sadly, all the young woman could do was kick the snow below her feet.

As her temper subsided, her breathing leveling out, Anna gradually began to feel like herself once more. She didn't like being angry, it was something that was a rare sight to see, but one could only bottle up their frustrations for so long and Elsa seemed to be rather good at loosening the lid.

@vinterhjerte​​​ ​ liked for a thread.

It was Attina’s job to know everything. To have everything planned and perfect down to the smallest detail. And she had worked her ass off. The meeting would start at ten, lunch had already been ordered and would be delivered by one, if everything went by the itinerary of the packets she had laid out, the deal should be struck and made by three which meant any paperwork she’d have to scan and file could be done by five. “Which means I can help Mom with dinner and get the girls in bed at a decent time.” She mused aloud.

and anyways   —   the heiress to arendelle does not like him.

hans does not care,  except he does.   it itches at him,  that his smiles cannot fool her;  that his gentle demeanour,  so many years of him practising how to bow and speak and soften parts of his expression on demand,  cannot impress her.   though that’s foolish,  to even need to impress her.  what shall he gain from it ?   anna clearly does not need her sister’s permission for a few hours of tutoring.  and that’s all it was,  wasn’t it ?   mayhaps anna holds some sort of ...   feelings for him,  but they are not courting.  hans isn’t,  at least.

so why does it matter if the older sister does not approve ?   there is nothing to approve of in the first place.   yet still,  the itch is ever-present,  and hans smiles automatically;  his dimple shows.  he does not give his irritation away.   ‘  ah,  your highness.   i see the newly-crowned prince and princesses have invited you.  ’

@vinterhjerte​    said    ❝    can    you    just    listen    and    do    as    i    say    for    once    ?    ❞ 

Their people do not call her Snow Queen or Snow-Kissed, the words they had murmured so reverently about Elsa, as though her sister was not just queen but goddess  ---  They had been CORRECT, in a fashion, she supposes.  But they have other names for her :   Anna the Brave, Anna the Kind, Anna the True.

It warms her heart, and yet at the same time, makes her feel vaguely guilty.  She had not felt brave or kind or true, when the events in the forest had occurred.  She had felt HOLLOW, going through the motions to do what needed done.  She was no hero, no champion of the people, but a heartbroken girl.  But her people look up to her for guidance, even when she feels like she has none to give.

❝ Sometimes, I feel like I don’t deserve it, ❞  She confesses, for Elsa is her confidant, her other half, and the one person who might understand.  ❝ They love me, even when I don’t know what to do. ❞   

& soft and sweet starter // accepting

@vinterhjerte​ asked:  ❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜

Anna’s fingers gripped her pillow tightly, leaning back against the headboard as a long drawn out sigh left her lips. Oh how she wished she could go on some sort of rant, some sort of speech that would help explain to her sister everything she had felt all these years. The loneliness. The pain. The suffering. Everything that was bottled up inside of her, remnants still lingering to this day.

But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

at the royal ball starters // accepting

@vinterhjerte​ asked:  “I can’t dance, I’ll just make a fool of myself.”

"Oh please, I make a fool of myself all the time!”, Anna teased, chuckling as she gently nudged her sister’s side.

Gazing upon the dancers, watching as they effortlessly glided across the ballroom, the Queen silently was filled with envy, wishing she could be as graceful as they. Then again, it wouldn’t make her uniquely ‘Anna’ if she was.