malifiicus:

                                                        ❛ A R E N D E L L E ? ❜

                              vocalisation expeditiously heightens  tremulously
                              as   if  the  name alone were adequate enough to
                              percuss trepidation into the very nature of the fair
                              people. she’d heard of the recent misfortune that
                              had     befallen      the      kingdom     of    summer. 

                             ❛hmm —— then you’re related to that…ice queen?❜

                                      the inquiry wasn’t meant to be derogatory;
                                      it   was  more of an o p e n statement that
                                      garnered     a        needed        clarification.

          No shock _{nor hesitance of any kind as the spare merely nods with prior expression still etched upon her features. Nevertheless does it take only a moment for very slight puzzlement to spread unto her person—- for how had Elsa become acquainted with one such individual who dwells far from Arendelle’s own territory? Oh well… must be some sorta queen thing, she assumes.}

     _{Although such fact certainly does not keep her from inquiring.}  

                    _{❝Are you guys friends or something?}

                      _{—-I mean, she’s never mentioned you before.❞}

venatorx:

               _{Tone averts from curious to an almost effortless groan as disappointment is swallowed within mind’s corridors. A sigh of agitation leaks from the rough lips that peel apart for only this instance, and pale discs of devotion pierce the visual of the outwardly elder female who stands not too far from himself. Shivers of icy chill travel quick down one’s spine, and frigid pain is ignored as if it wouldn’t prod about the exterior flesh of one’s own. Chin low, and tone matching expression furthers through such serious vocals,}

     ″_{It’s coming from the north. Let’s move.}″

          His attitude _{certainly does not go unnoticed, and thus does a huff slip past glossed lips. Nevertheless does she hold her tongue–a mere nod gestured before following male’s lead, and a chilling silence would fill the atmosphere for what felt to be an eternity. However, it’s not as long as felt, and she takes a breath before allowing query to replace silence.}

                    _{❝Sooo… what’s your name?}

                      _{—-Aren’t you cold? Your outfit is kinda uh, unfit–for this weather, I mean.❞}

   _{Regardless of curiosity is there no filter, for there’s no need for a boring mission, is there?}

                    _{❝Hey–! Do you ever smile?❞}

fionxa:

_{( feiistypants )}

_{( a gasp. )}

          _{❝ Ice queen’s at it again! ❞}

_{░▒▒ 「 ❄; 」}

                        _{❝Ice queen–again? You don’t mean Elsa, do you?}

                                 _{—-Either way, it was an accident.❞}

ferociter:

          “Well if that ain’t a totally backhanded remark——

                                                   wait, good fluffy or bad fluffy?”

_{░▒▒ 「 ❄; 」}

          _{There’s a brief pause; a grin natural as it spreads unto features though it hints hesitance.}

                        _❝Uh…

                                 _Good.

                                 _{It doesn’t look half bad–kinda fitting, actually.❞}

elitejakuzure:

        _{《✫》 ;;  ❝You’ve never heard of Bach? Mozart? Wagner? Gosh, this is already sounding like a useless waste of my time.❞}

_{░▒▒ 「 ❄; 」}

          _{❝–Of course I have!}

                    _{It’s just… you didn’t exactly give much context before barging in.❞}

ｄｕｄｓ．

arielshepard:

❛ [ ☢ ] ███ RADIOACTIVE DECAY ↯ —— Part of her wanted to see what Arendelle would be like during an industrial revolution. Such a quaint little kingdom situated upon a fjord, surrounded by evergreens and mounts capped with snow; the land itself must yield a bounty of resources to be utilized by the people of this small, peaceful monarchy. The woman’s already noticed the kind of ships they use, wood trading ships and not a steam engine in sight (neither a gunship or frigate either, for that matter; perhaps the obvious lack of a large military presence was the strangest thing to the Commander, but that could be because came from an era of big military entities and war). Such a simpler time, innocent and untouched by conflict or the advent of machines.

           “——Getting ready for some kinda party?”

Observation of the ships anchored at harbor was torn away upon being addressed by a girlish voice, something that could easily personify the land and its era. Her ghoulish facade turned and freakish eyes landed upon the sights of a young woman dressed in traditional clothes of her culture, a stark contrast to the prestigious and sinister uniform the Great Lion wore. Wicked and regal, one couldn’t blame the youth for coming to such conclusions given how fancy the elder must seem given the many pins of accomplishments that decorate her chest and the taut golden thread of aiguillettes that hung from her shoulders.

A reply was offered with cold indifference: “No. I’m not.”

_{「 ❄ 」Puzzlement settles internally as regards pass foreign lips. An attempt at cloaking a baffled mentality, though it is only successful as an awkward grin graces her features.}

      _{❝But… your outfit.❞}

   _{She’ll bite her tongue in the nick of time; she doesn’t mean to be rude, yet her impulsive nature tends to out speed any other trait. ❝–It’s… different from what I see most people wearing.❞}

   _{The probability of her being native to Arendelle is low, and while it is not strange for foreigners to venture to the kingdom, it does manage to conjure curiosity within the dame’s mentality. Cerulean hues nonchalantly peer the stranger, query raising high amongst her thought process on where she’s come from. She’ll ask, of course, but silence will conduct a brief reign as indifferent response remains verbally unacknowledged.}

              _{❝Visiting then, I assume?❞}