arendelleslostqueen:

“Surely. Surely it will be. It sounds far… But surely you can come see me.” Anesa’s hands fell to her sides for a moment, she gripped tightly onto the skirt of her gown. It was something, something to keep her from breaking down. As terrified as she was she didn’t want to cry.

She’d heard stories, lots of the things actually about relationships and arranged marriages. Older who loved young virgin brides and treated them like trophies upon a shelf. No love, no connection. They were property to stand there and to look pretty on his arm, then after the affairs of the night they were at the mercy of their beloved husband, Until she gave birth that was, then the cycle continued until her death.

The thought quick panicked tears to the princesses eyes that she fought hard to keep back, She loved Idun so much and a life like that is not what she wanted. If her husband didn’t want her around her family at all, thats how it would be. 

At the sudden pressure of her sister’s arms around her neck, hot tears spilled forward. Tightly wrapping her arms around her sister, it was all she could do to stifle a sob. “I’ll miss you too, but Idun I dont want to go, I’m so scared,  I dont want to go.” Crying didn’t’ get anyone anywhere, but she just couldn’t stop. “He’s going to use me, I know it. Just like the stories! “

Holding her sister tightly, Idun didn’t say a word. When Anesa cried, she did too, as they always had. One hand gripped her other wrist, holding herself to her twin, hoping to offer comfort of some kind. It was the best she could do. 

“And what if he doesn’t?” she murmured at last, eyes still closed, arms still tight. “What if he’s the–the most gallant prince you’ve ever met? What if he sweeps you off your feet, and treats you like the sun shines because of you? What if he loves you and you love him, and it’s all fine? It could still be fine." 

She pulled back then, to run her thumbs over her sister’s cheeks. A watery smile was on her own face, trying to be reassuring, but probably looking more pathetic than anything else. But still she still tried her best. Anesa needed her too. 

"He could be like those princes in our story books when we were small. Young, handsome, kind. You won’t know until you meet him. So–so don’t worry until then.”