the-king-of-arendelle:

   There were tears pooling in his eyes, but the man couldn’t allow for weakness, not even those moments, when his strength had sapped, and his vision blurred. Not even when he could feel himself slipping.

   No, he had to do what he could, even right there, bleeding on the floor. 

   ”Idun,” he rasped, “Idun please, the children. I’m sorry—-” And a terrible cough, a gurgling wet cough forced itself out of the man, “They need you. I—I can’t——” 

   A trembling, numb hand made it’s way to his wife’s face. Everything was numb, and he felt like he was floating. “Love, you have to go.” 

   The cough of his just brought on harder sobs from his wife, even as she tried to keep them contained. She grasped that hand that reached her face with both hands, turning her face into it. 

   She didn’t want to leave him. He shouldn’t be just discarded here on the floor, he should have been in his bed, an old man, surrounded by a happy family. And yet, Idun knew he was right. 

   Their children, their precious princesses, they needed her now. No doubt they were terrified, and they needed their mother. She needed to keep them safe, and that instinct was firing up now, strong in her stomach. 

   Releasing his hand, she bent down to him once more, kissing him, before resting her forehead on his. 

   "Jeg elsker deg,“ she murmured, again and again, until the words no longer sounded like any language in the world.