“That’s perfect!” Olaf cheered happily, walking dutifully about with his chest thrown out and head held high. MIrroring a show dog more than a king.
The snowman paused in step with his silly stance still in place, waving his hand when she bowed before her. “Thank you, my lady!” He said then returned the bow as gracefully as he could. “Ooh does this mean I could be Elsa’s king now? So all the old people don’t have to bug her anymore about getting married.”
Anna pressed a hand to her mouth to quiet her laughing. Typical, silly Olaf.
“I’m sure Elsa would love to have you as a king. Anything to get the ‘old people’ off her back.” She watched as he continued to prance about, an innocent question coming to mind.
“So, King Olaf, if you were ruler of Arendelle, what would your first act as ruler be, hm?”
“No, I’m usually the last to know if anything important is going on…”
“Really? Well, I guess you know now…”
Anna bit her lip and twiddled her thumbs, feeling uncomfortable in the awkward silence. Despite better judgement, which was just saying a quick “see you later” and walking away, her feet didn’t move.
“…I– I never knew the Southern Isles would be like this…it’s really nice here. Beautiful, really.”
Though it would be a lot better if this weren’t his kingdom, she thought to herself.
Olaf watched with interest as the princess’ fingers engaged in a flurry of movement, deftly intertwining stems of flowers together. His eyes widening with astonishment when they began to form a new shape— a crown of all things! It was pretty and must have taken sometime to learn thus greatly impressing the snowman.
“Wow, Anna!”
He bent forward to allow the crown to be bestowed upon him, reaching up to adjust it and grinning ecstatically.At her remark he tried to look dignified, puffing his chest out and lowering his eyebrows. What a ham he was.
“Do I really? Does this make me king of the flowers today?”
“Actually– I think it does!” Anna laughed, gaze set upon the wonderful scene upon her. “Olaf, King of the Flowers. Has a nice ring to it, if I do say so myself.”
Anna coughed and cleared her throat, slipping into a small act of looking regal and dignified herself. “Your Majesty,” she said in her most “sophisticated” tone, head lowering to perform a small bow.
{❆} —— “That’s not an excuse! You have plenty of shoes that you haven’t worn. I know that for a fact.”
Elsa noted her sister’s eagerness to wear them and she did have a point, the shoes fit well with the dress she wore. Sighing with reluctance, the young queen bowed her head in defeat before nodding. “Fine, you can wear them. But if I see one single scuff mark on them you’re in big trouble, got it?” A playful threat of course. “I’ll rue the day you discovered we have the same size of feet.”
“Yes! Thank you, Elsa!”
Anna smiled and stood up proudly once she got both shoes on, for once feeling very regal in her long, elegant dress and matching heels– that was until she tripped over her own two feet striding over to her sister for a hug. She fell in her arms and let out a surprised squeak, dress tangled at her feet. Her flushed slightly in embarrassment once she looked up at Elsa, bursting into a fit of giggles.
“Anna,” Hans said, stiffly, “What a surprise. What brings you here?”
It took her a minute to respond– she just couldn’t believe she bumped into him within twenty minutes of being in the Southern Isles. It was certainly a surprise alright, but not a very…pleasant one.
“Hans,” she begins, “yeah. Uh, Well, if you must know, I was sent here in an attempt to make peace between our kingdoms, seeing as though we need your partnership. At least that’s what Elsa told me.” Her voice was equally stiff, face solemn in an attempt not to scowl.
Elsa was waiting and smiled wide when she saw her cleaned up sister. She held a hand out for her to take.
“You look nice.”
Anna quickly finished braiding her hair and held her arm out to take ahold of Elsa’s outstretched hand. She smiled warmly in her direction, squeezing her hand gently.
And in case you were wondering, yes, he just got punched by a girl.
And yes, he totally let her.
Though it wasn’t a hard enough swing to knock him off his feet, the thief would be feeling the full effect of that punch in the morning— or possibly even in an hour. His hand was immediately gripping his jaw, a bit of blood was visible from the hit. Who knew a chick could whack so hard—
but right, keep the composure, it totally didn’t hurt that bad, blood? no, it was definitely tomato juice and that cracking sound was totally normal—
“—I think you broke my jaw—”
Okay, scratch the whole trying to appear manly and frightening in front of the girl to get his way. The pain was completely horrendous and if he wasn’t so taken back by the whole punching him square in the jaw thing, a quick exit would’ve been great right then. But instead, he rested his back against one of the pillars, trying to regain feeling in that part of his face.
“–!!”
Anna opened her eyes and gasped at the sight she was seeing. Oh god, was he bleeding, jaw possibly broken? And she could’ve sworn she heard a loud crack. Uh oh. She didn’t mean to hit him that hard! The girl just wanted to hit him hard enough to where he could’ve gotten spooked and gotten a bruise or two, taking that as a clear warning not to stay in this castle. She must’ve underestimated her strength once again, causing more damage than she originally wanted to.
“Ahh! Oh no, I-I’m sorry! I- I–”
Anna bit her lip and hesitantly held her arms out towards him, forcing down the instinct to utter anymore apologies. No, she wasn’t sorry. He broke into the castle, threatened her! Even though she didn’t mean to strike him so hard, that doesn’t mean he didn’t deserve the hit either, she reasoned with herself. With that in mind, she lowered her arms and took a few quick steps away, at a comfortable distance, from the thief.
“U-um, y-yeah! That’ll teach you! But– um…oh, uh, do you need a doctor?”
“That you should. Go wash up, I’ll have the servants clean this mess up.”
“Okay! I’ll, ah, do that.” Anna quickly stood up and scurried out of the room, leaving a trail of paint in her wake.
After awhile, she was back, clean and dressed in new attire. As she walked the halls to search for her sister, she was braiding her damp her into two pigtails, per the norm.
{ ♚ }; “Taking pity on the poor traveler?” He was already inching closer to her, leading Sitron with him. “You don’t have to worry, I will think of something— of course, I have to stay out of the city because of the guards, but maybe I will find something in the woods… Assuming the wolves won’t eat me alive…” He sighed dramatically. “Or you can just invite me to the palace.”
“Psh– in your dreams. Like I’d ever let you stay at the castle…”
Anna stood her ground as he neared, eyes following him as he did. Normally, she’d probably find the kindness in her heart to help a person find a place to stay if they asked kindly enough of her, but this wasn’t a person– this was Hans. But surely he was exaggerating about finding a place in the woods, right? The woods were dangerous, and she witnessed that first-hand. Anna furrowed her brows.
