something’s wrong | the-king-of-arendelle + vivatreginax 

the-king-of-arendelle:

Settling down at his seat on the bed, the King watched as his daughter was fed and burped. Sometimes he wondered why his wife wouldn’t simply have the castle’s wet nurses feed their daughter, but since she had been so insistent, he didn’t question it. 

“It’s simply a precaution, dear,” he assured her, looking down at their little Elsa. 

Just then, there was a knock to the door, quite formal in its rhythm. Slipping his wife a quick kiss on the head, as was his habit, he went to the door, opening it. “Captain, thank you for your quick timing.”

The old Captain stood at attention. “You wished to see me, Your Majesty?”

“Yes, I want guard duty doubled tonight.”

“Of course, Sir,” the old gent said, “…May I ask why, M’Lord?" 

"That’s none of your concern for now,” the King said sharply, “Just keep a look out for anyone suspicious, is that clear?”

“…Yes, Your Majesty.” And with that, the man was off, and the doors were closed again.

“I know,” Idun said, with a sigh. 

It had all been so perfect, and now…now her mind was filled with worry. She offered Elsa a finger to hold, and the little thing clung to it, seeming delighted to throw it around, shaking Idun’s hand in a way. 

Carefully, the Queen laid Elsa on her thighs, she she could unwrap the blankets she was swaddled in. Underneath, the princess was in a light blue dress, her feet uncovered. Smiling, Idun ran a finger down each sole, even if it was too soon for giggles. Still, Elsa seemed to play along, pulling her feet away as her mother touched them. 

“I don’t want her to over heat,” she said, before he had time to ask why she had unravelled the blankets. 

Not daring to meet his eye, she finally asked him the question that had been plaguing her. 

“Has there ever been…magic in your family?”